Good day.. or bad?

A warning to children, if you are reading please avert your eyes NOW and skip everything you see till you come to a new break in the paragraph. OH MY F***ING GAWD WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE F***ING DAY?!! I can nevereverF***INGgetadecentconnection dot com whenever I want it!! Well, connection to Skype is perfectly fine, but what is the F***ing good of having Skype on but not MSN messenger or Internet Explorer or even Firefox?! I can’t blardy hell check my mails, so what good is the internet?! It is not as if I’m getting it for free, hell, I’m paying for the blardy thing and it is getting really frustrating waiting everyday just for that blardy 2 minutes of ‘perfect, uninterrupted’ connection, which only allows me to key in and login into yahoo!mail and then have it hang even before I can enter into my inbox. Wait, I take that back. Less than 1 MINUTE to be precise. #$@%$^&&@!!!

Okay, the quiet, shy and handsome*ahem* part of me is back.

Today I woke up to the sound of my mobile phone ringing. I definitely remember not setting an alarm for today (Saturday) since I will not be working or going out, so as usual, I grumbled and cursed. You see, I kind of slept late last night watching stuff on my laptop thinking that I’d have nothing important to wake up to the next day anyway. It was from a private number, but to my dismay, it was just from the restaurant (just as a reminder, I work casual at a restaurant). I was desperately needed tonight because one of the usuals had called in sick and there wasn’t anyone else that could be contacted in such short notice, and considering that it is Saturday, dinner is always hectic and packed. They needed extra help. So I said yes, reluctantly.

I got up, headed upstairs to take a shower. And guess what? The Biatch walked in when I was drying myself. *shrieks in horror*

The worst part about it was that I didn’t notice that she had walked in! I only realised it when she had already opened the door and screamed! I still can’t figure out how she could not have realised that someone was in the bathroom having a shower. She walked in at the precise moment I had turned off the shower. Couldn’t she hear the shower running the second before? Or hear me open the shower compartment door? Deaf biatch. Even the lights were switched on! I usually wouldn’t have cared, but of all people to see me in all my glory, it HAD, to be The Biatch.

At work, I got a few deep cuts on my hands from broken pieces of plates. I got it while digging into the sink trying to clear the drainage because it was clogged with something, something I later found out. By the end of the night, I had earned myself an extra two hours worth of work in tips. Isn’t that just fabulous? Damn, I sound so gay using that word, no offence.

And yeah, today I had also witnessed a bastard child Chinese lunatic driver (no I’m not racist, I’m just stating a fact) drive fast and recklessly in the university parking lot. The idiot was making his way towards the exit by driving through empty parking lots (it was a Saturday, there were loads of empty parking lots), but at the last turn, he had nearly driven straight at a wall partition. Instead, he swerved and hit a parked stationary car. Instead of getting out of his car to look at the damage, he made a quick getaway. The bastard. The damage was quite bad, his front left signal lights and bumper (headlights included) had totally caved in. His front bumper was hanging low, threatening to fall off, but worse, the car which became victim to his recklessness was a Mercedes. The driver’s door had a massive dent, and there were a ton load of scratches and scrapings all along the side of the car to the front. It was a disheartening sight. Surprisingly the car alarm hadn’t gone off, so no one was alerted to the scene.

Sigh, hit and run cases.

Oh..my….

Dammit, I am officially hooked on this particular video clip. I can’t stop playing it over, and over, and over again on my laptop. Is it completely normal? Please, can someone agree with me that this video is absolutely addictive? I wish I had an I-pod. I’d be playing that video clip over and over and over till my eyes drop out. The video is hot (I think I’ve already mentioned that thousands of times already), the beat is kind of catchy, but the lyrics… erm. Most guys would disagree with the message, but what the heck? Pussycat Dolls absolutely rock! If they were going to have a concert over here is Sydney, I’d definitely get myself some tickets. I hear they are an awesome crowd pleaser, and in clubs the ladies simply go crazy when they play anything by the PSD. I can only IMAGINE how it would be like at one of their concerts. *Grins*

Pussycat Dolls - I Dont Need A Man video

Feeling fidgety

I can’t keep still. I feel as if I am on Amphetamine (I wonder how that would feel like? I can only imagine).

I am in such a mess.

I take, naps, 4-5 hours a day.

Whenever I’m home, I get restless.

I feel…

lonely.

Sigh.

I only feel like this whenever I’m at home. The Indian couple is moving out next week, so is the girl in the master room. Master room girl says that the landlord is charging her too much, so she will be moving. Indian couple are moving because, they had a massive fight with the landlord’s girlfriend the other day. So they were given two weeks to find a new place to stay. In other words, they got booted out. The tribe has spoken.

And guess what the big fight was about. You will NEVER guess what. *drum roll*. Washing powder.

Surprised? Well, I was!

Landlord’s mistress claims that Indian couple had been stealing her washing powder. Something Indian couple valiantly denied, so they got into a heated quarrel over it. I wasn’t foolish enough to intervene, or offer any assistance. How did mistress come to the conclusion that Indian couple were occasionally stealing her washing powder? I have no idea. She claims that she had laid certain traps. Safe-guarding her precious $2 dollar box of 2kg washing powder. She claims that she had noticed the irregularity after Indian couple had used the washing room, putting the blame on them. Long story.

So next week, I will be living with 3 new housemates. And guess where they are from? Come on, take a guess.

Sigh. I’m going to be very, very lonely. Apparently their English is close to none. When they came over to have a look at the rooms, they were conversing in Mandarin the whole entire time! When they saw me, they said hi. We exchanged pleasantries, the usual. But after exchanging ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s, everything just sounded like gibberish to me. They couldn’t converse in English that well. Great. Every word was a struggle. I simply gave up after the first few exchanges. I got frustrated. What the fuck man.

It is getting really really lame, and annoying. I can’t wait to get my own crib. Then I’d get to choose who I live with. Only rent out to sexy hot whites. *Grins*

Call me shallow minded, I don’t give a damn! I’d rather have sexy hot ladies prancing around the house wearing skimpy tops and hot pants, or in nothing but their undies. I’d have no problems with that. But who am I fooling? The probability of that happening is probably one in a hundred, but not impossible.

Looks like I’m beginning to utter nothing but nonsense. I am just feeling frustrated right now. I can’t think straight. It is really depressing. I can’t wait to move out.

I should probably stop here. Be back when I am feeling much better.

QUICK! Newspaper!

That was what I thought when I saw it scramble across the floor. It was half the size of a cigarette box and moving really fast. I have never seen anything that huge before! Thank gawd there were sheets of paper lying around, I quickly rolled it up and started whacking the thing. Missing most of the time, but my sudden bursts of attack probably frightened the poor fella because it took flight and tried to hide under my bag.

As usual, my room was in a total mess. Books, clothes, paper, magazines, you name it. All were scattered in a mess on the floor, plenty of hiding space for it to hide. So I quickly took the bag and tossed it into an empty corner, giving no opportunity for it to hide. I frantically tried searching the whole kitchen for insect spray to kill it with, but to my dismay, couldn’t find anything I could use, so I took the next best thing.

Yes… it was the ONLY thing within reach. I kinda figured that if this thing is used to kill odour and germs, why not? Spiders are bugs; they probably carry germs… maybe, but oh well, might as well try. If it didn’t work out, I could always go back to killing it with a rolled up newspaper anyway.

So I cornered the fella, and sprayed away! And guess what? It DID die! Imagine that? I wasn’t sure if it died because of the poison, or because I overdid it. It was hard to tell, but just to be safe, I squashed it with the end of a rolled up newspaper as well. I wouldn’t want that thing crawling about anywhere near me, while I sleep. Imagine something as big as that crawling on your face while you sleep. Bleugh..

*damn can't post up the photos...connection bad. will do it when the connection speeds up.

(OMG omg) X ∞

I bumped into a previous housemate at university today. I noticed that she was so SOOOooooOoo thrilled to see me (usually I don’t get those kinda reactions unless one is totally plastered and stoned), which was odd. Instead of the “Hi, how are you going, how is uni, where are you living now, what have you been doing”, she asked me a totally unexpected question.

“Hey, did you make a police report recently?”

I was baffled. You should have seen my stoned, wide-eyed and confused face when I stared back at her. I was totally not expecting that kind of a question. I don’t remember making a police report of any kind, nor do I remember breaking any laws, well, none that I know of anyway. She looked back at me, looking puzzled when I didn’t reply. Still looking puzzled, she continued

“Oh, looks like you’ve no idea what I’m talking about do you? The coppers came by the house the other day looking for you.”

*Fark, what did I do that would make the coppers drop by my last place of stay? I shivered, this doesn’t sound good at all.*

“Oh no worries, they were just looking for you because they found your PASSPORT!”

MY PASSPORT?!?!

Omg, I was totally shocked and lost for words. I definitely didn’t make any report, and to my knowledge, I don’t even remember losing my passport in the first place. Shit, this is bad. I didn’t even REALISE that my passport was missing.

My friend assured me that everything is fine, no need to panic, the passport is in the safe hands of the police. Great, just great. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that my passport is safe in the hands of the law, but but… how did I lose my passport in the first place is beyond me. Losing it isn’t the problem, but not even realising it? Come on, I should be hanged! Burnt at the stake! Stripped or even stoned to death! Or circumcised even, oh wait, already done that. =)

But gosh, I feel so retarded. Now I’ve got to take the walk of shame, there is definitely going to be a helluva lot of hassle in explaining myself when I get to the station in the city, because that is where the passport is at at the moment. What am I going to say? I had lost my passport but hadn’t realised it until you coppers came looking for me? This is the pits I tell you. I feel so ashamed and stupid right now. Leave me be. I want to crouch into the little corner of my room and just die. I should probably cover my head with a paper bag when I go to collect the damn thing.

……………………………….. What am I saying? It is not the end of the world! It is not like I lost my virginity, again. I only found my passport, no biggie (I can’t say I lost it because, well, I didn’t really lose it in the first place, or rather hadn’t realised that it was missing till the coppers came looking, and said that they’ve found it, somewhere, and was looking for me so that I could pick it up, so in actual fact it sounds more like I’ve actually found my passport because the found was realised even before I knew I had lost it …. Shit, I’m not making any sense). I’m probably trying to console myself for my lack of responsibility. In any case, everything is good.

Goodbye..

It was a very difficult decision to make. I struggled to find reasons to hold on, but couldn’t think of any other alternatives. Believe me, I hadn’t slept for almost 24hrs now, my eyes are hurting, but I think it is for the better.

All the pain, the frustration, and the hard work. Would I live to regret this? I doubt it. All the time wasted and patience? Was it all worth it? I kept asking myself these questions over and over again. And still, my conscience kept saying that yes, this is definitely for the better.

I’m tired, I want to sleep. I can’t. I have work in 3 hours time, and I can’t take that risk. So here I am, being totally miserable. Still thinking if I should, or shouldn’t. I hate choices, but life unfortunately, is full of them. I can’t burden another with this dilemma. It is mine, and mine alone to make.

I’m still thinking. Gosh, even now I find myself still rationalising the pros and the cons of my decision. Within the last hour, I often find myself simply staring at the keyboard, neither moving nor thinking. It hurts. My mind is a blank.

I have come to a decision. It is time, to say goodbye.

My finger pauses at the delete button, am I willing to sacrifice everything now? No matter, the deed has been done. There is no turning back now.

Goodbye. Oh sweet porn.

Did I scare you? Did I?

Some might be thinking that I’ve gone mad, but seriously. S0me might say that what I’ve done is totally unforgivable, I’m sure I might be able to point out a few whom I know.

Deleting 14GB is not something someone would take lightly. I have made the decision. I only pray that I had made the right one.

Thank you for listening, I hope you all have a pleasant day.