Sometimes, you need to be cruel

The phone rings, I read the caller-ID, and I decide to let it keep on ringing. I admit, I can be a coward sometimes, I choose to avoid confrontation. When it comes to relationships, one can never please everyone. If you don't want to read about me whinge, I would advice you to stop reading now. I am just going write about whatever is on my mind right now. I keep beating myself up over small and measly things. I'm getting tired of it already. I just want to rant, and let it all out.

I have an annoyance in my life right now. She lives a couple of doors away, which is a scary thought. Its not that she is a bad person or anything, in fact, she is a really really nice person. Why am I being such a bastard then? Plain and simple, there is nothing coming from my end. I don't feel the attraction, and this has been the case often enough, which I personally think, is kinda scary. Am I that heartless? If only we're born built with a built-in 'on-off' switch which we can use whenever it conveniences us. She likes me? But there is nothing coming from my end? No worries, I'll just switch on the 'like-back' switch. Everything works out, everybody is happy. but am I? I've learnt to build this brick wall around me for years now. Yes, I'm no stranger to this situation before. I have had a couple before, and I'm not being smuck or happy about it, in fact, the total opposite. I feel like absolute shit because I'm causing someone else pain, and it totally smashes my conscience.

Second call comes after a few hours. I'm on my bed, reading a book. Same caller, second time, no excuses now. I pick up the phone. I say hi, wish her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I put on my game face, I try to act cool, but in actual fact, I'm absolutely terrified. She returns the greeting, then gets straight tp the point. Her computer is acting weird she claims. There is something wrong with her DOS-system, and it is effecting her whole computer. She asks if I knew what the problem is. I have no idea. I admit to her that I'm not very useful when it comes to these technical things. I swear I'm not. That is why I use IBM. They have a terrific recovery system fitted into their laptops. If something happens, just hit the 'recover button'. Everything reverts back to first-time use. No worries. No re-installing, no CDs, no hassle. Just remember to back up your important files into an external storage before you do. Okay, I'm straying away from the main topic here. She asks me to come over to have a look. Shit. I knew it was coming, she had already made other attempts to get me over, a swim at her pool a few weeks ago, to which I politely declined. An attempt to get me to go over for drinks and maybe go to a club after, again, another lame excuse to avoid it. Now she is asking me to come over to help fix her computer. I say that I have no idea when it comes to these things, I offer that she get someone who is more experienced, or maybe someone who knows more. A pause, and then I note a hint of disappointment in the tone of her voice. Dammit, a stab to the chest there. I said sorry ( I actually meant it), and tried to change the subject. I asked her of her plans for the new years. Before she could answer, I say that I'm going to the city with friends to watch the fireworks and go out for a night of drinking and partying. What was said after that, I can't recall. I don't even remember what she said that she was going to be doing. I remember wishing her a happy new years, and saying goodbye. I again note the hint of disappointment and sadness in her voice when she wished me back.

I now feel absolutely shit at the moment. I feel like an arsehole, a bastard. I hate this feeling. I really want to start all over again. But who am I kidding? It won't change, it will always be a one way emotion. My heart is numb, it has no feeling. Why are you still persistent? Does it pay to be cruel at times? I need advice.

Patience

Christmas this year was different. My first time celebrating it without me mum, brother and sister. It was, daunting in a way. So I spent Christmas eve with relatives, and Christmas day with my aunt and some of her close friends who invited us over to their house for lunch and dinner. My first Christmas, Italian style. The food was fantastic by the way.

It is Boxing Day now. I decided to stay home, recouperate, clean my room, box some of my things. Once the new year starts, I'd be back to work, 6 days a week. Did I mention that I am currently looking for a new place to stay? Yes, I'm looking, again. This time I will be looking for a place to rent with a friend. Someone I know, someone that I can relate to. A bloke who speaks English, at least.

There are loads of things on my 'to do list' at the moment.
1. Book my ticket home (I procrastinate)
2. Find a new place to rent
3. Get driver's license (I hate carrying my passport out to clubs just to prove my age)
4. Clean my room (carpet is slowly turning a darker shade)
5. Box unused belongings
6. Do some laundry (I've got 10 days worth of unwashed clothing piled up at a corner of my room)

I can't wait for the new year. I can't wait to see whats in store for me in the new year. Patience man, patience.

And yeah, one of my favourite old time group is back. I hope they don't disappoint. Take That is back.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Just want to wish everyone a very MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I'm just going to be frank, I have been utterly busy with work for the past couple of weeks, and since the holidays are here, I have been yet again, busy with partying and enjoying the break from work. I will 'try' to update as much as possible during the break, but no promises though.

I have been partying and committing every sin possible since Friday. Well, except killing and coveting thy neighbour's wife. Hopefully things start to mellow down in the next couple of days. I hope you all have a marvelous holiday.

All the same

I came across this video while surfing around Youtube.com. Yes, I was that bored, and hungry for new songs. I discovered this by chance though, and, the clip is totally awesome. I liked the whole concept of this video.

The song is by an Australian band called 'Sick Puppies'.

i find this, disturbing

I found 'these' items spread out on the kitchen counter this evening. I am absolutely dumbfounded at the moment. I live with two girls, and a couple. No pets, and definitely, no babies. So why the bottles? I can only imagine. They were not only baby bottles, but 'kiddy' type of bottles, the ones with cartoon characters on them, not forgetting the cover.

At this point I don't even know if I should laugh, or panic. Are one of my housemates keeping an animal in the house that I am not aware of? Or is someone here trying to raise a family? Or worse.... okayyyy... forget it. Or are they?

This is starting to creep me out.

oh.. my..gawd.. i live with retards

My house is full of retards I tell you. One couple with daily relationship problems isn't enough, but another housemate is now going through the phase with her boyfriend. One of the girls is now on the phone, with her boyfriend. Fighting, crying. Sigh. She has been like this for a couple of days now. When will it end?!

*edit*

Shit, an hour has passed, it is 3am in the morning, and the girl is still crying over the phone. Why am I complaining? Because the phone is directly outside my room. I can still hear her crying there, for more than an hour, wait..make that two!

*edit*

OMG, she just hung up the phone..and made yet ANOTHER CALL to someone else! It is bloody 4am in the morning! Don't you people sleep?!

and then, there were 5

It is official, landlord and girlfriend are now, living together. Great. More noisy day AND nights. This close proximity will only bring about more quarrels, more fights. Well, since the guy is moving in, the fuckhole better increase the internet download limit. If he keeps it at the same limit, but still charges me the same amount, I'm seriously going to fuck him. Well, not in that direct sense. I'm definitely not gonna pay so he can suck up the download bytes. And since the new girl moved in, there has been yet another person sucking on the internet. When there were only 3 people using the net, I paid $20 a month. Lets see if he still charges me the same when I pay the next rent. If he does, I'm seriously going to have to ask him to show me the records and bills. I'm not paying no shit till he actually shows me what I'm actually paying for. Gawd only knows how much EXTRA I'm paying him at the moment.

I'm also going to have to see the electricity bill. It is getting close to summer, so the days are getting really really hot. And, I know that the bitch switches on the air-conditioning whenever nobody else is at home. She does this when nobody is at home, but right before any one us, the other housemates return, she always switches it off. I'm waiting to see if he does charge us for the use as well. This is the beginning of a new, healthy relationship. Gawd, I can't wait to move out.

kitchen conversations

Business was slow at the restaurant today. It was very, very relaxed. So what do people do when they're not busy preparing meals, taking orders, or waiting on diners? They muck around, and most of the time, they gossip. Well, gossip isn't the appropriate word to use, it was more like, an exchange of information. Advice, opinions, whatever. Topic of the day? Sex.

And as usual, I was the center of attention. I was the youngest, un-married bloke around the kitchen, the most obvious victim to pick on. Conversations revolved around the opinions of girth, circumference, lenght, prolonging, caucasians, asians, rubber bands (oh my gawd), and the rest, I'll just leave it to your imagination.

I later learnt that boss-head-waiter's girlfriend was Miss Malaysia 2002. No wonder she looked awfully familiar the first time I met her. So further conversation and gossip shifted from the usual victim, to boss-head-waiter. The married chefs took turns harassing him about the whole affair, how'd he manage to pull it off, how does she look like, figure, all things imaginable. Because the chefs were quite new, none of them have seen her before, except the few of us who have been there since the opening of the restaurant. Only thing is, boss-head-waiter is shorter than his girlfriend ex-model-ex-miss-malaysia, by a few inches. So how did he pull it off? Hrmm... I will have to remember to ask him that the next time I see him. Interesting. Whats his secret I wonder?

trying something new

I got bored today, so I tried something new with Photoshop.

As you can see, I had loads of spare time on my hands.

Still, its a working progress.

hello?

Since I've installed Skype onto my laptop, I have been getting non-stop random people messaging and calling me on Skype. I get at least two random people a week, and it is starting to get bothersome. I use Skype to talk to family and friends, a means to stay in touch with people whom I know, for free. I definitely didn't sign up for 'xxx-chat', or 'Skypester', so what the hell??

I'm just going to bitch and rant here, I'm sooo annoyed right now, I can't seem to focus and study. I was busy studying ten minutes ago while listening to some easy listening music, then I get this ringing sound from Skype. It seriously messed up my concentration, so I checked to see who it was. Dumbfounded, the call wasn't from anyone on my list, it came from someone all the way from China (omg why does it ALWAYS have to be from China?!). I clicked cancel, and then proceeded to continue on whatever I was doing. A few seconds later, the same annoying sound pierced through the music, hence disrupting my concentration yet again, and fueled my boiling anger and annoyance. This time, she was sending messages through Skype. oh... my.... gawd.

This girl, obviously, isn't going to give up without a fight. So I politely typed

'hello, who are you?'
'a girl, how do you do?'
'I'm fine thanks, do i know you?'
'no i dont think, but i can intro'
'...........'
'i from china. r u from australia?'
'look. i don't chat to random strangers, and i dont appreciate it if people were to randomly call me on Skype, so, i'm sorry but the conversation ends here'
'u sure? i feel so pity'
*omg, a desperate case here*
'yes goodbye'
'but i want make friends'
'!!!! f**k off mate! this aint no s**-chat-site or watever, go bugger off!'

So I made a quick getaway by hitting the cancel button, and completely blocked any further messages from the person. Gawd, stubborn AND annoying.

Another weird thing happened to me yesterday while at work. One of the bosses, boss-head-waitor had asked me if I was single, and if I would mind if he introduced me to someone. That seriously caught me off guard. Damn, another weird and odd situation to be in. He was in-charge of waitstaff, so I'm guessing its one of the waitresses, which means I'm faced with a dilemma. First of all, I'm not attracted to 'any' of the waitresses there, they just aren't my type. Second, gosh, why did the boss have to intervene? I was tensed as hell. I seriously didn't know what to say, but thank gawd lady-boss-head-chef arrived to the rescue, cutting me off from any further conversation from boss-head-waitor. Phew, what a relief.

I later found out from boss-head-waitor that it is 'someone' amongst his waitresses, which only proved me right. Thats all the information I got, he didn't want to continue any further, and said that he will tell me about it some other time. Haha, I am probably guessing that he still wasn't sure what he was actually doing, playing cupid or matchmaker perhaps?

Its three in the am

And what am I doing? Busy surfing the net, and bloggin. BLOGGIN! OMFG. Dude, you should keep a hold of yourself! It took me an hour to read through 50 pages of text notes, man I'm slow. An hour is how long my mind can focus, before wandering off to other unproductive things.

Ok, I shall make it short. Study for another hour, before hitting the sack. Then up again in 4 hours to return books to the library, before they start charging me for late returns. Dammit, so far all the subjects that I've taken only have textbooks and reading materials in the 'reserved section'. Meaning I can only borrow them for 3 hours at a time during open hours, and if I want to loan them for the night, I can only loan them after 8pm, and return them the next day at 9am. Sheesshh...

Ok, books here I come.

5% free exam marks

Today one of our economics lecturer was offering students 5% free exam marks for the finals. How awesome is that? As an economics student, I know that 'nothing' comes for free. The free 5% marks obviously comes with a catch, and the catch was, that we beat him at push-ups. The guys had to beat him fair and square, while the girls had only to do 50% better than him. Good bargain don't you think?

At first glance you'd think that "oh, thats easy". The lecturer was probably in his forties, with greys and all, so then why push-ups? Maybe a math or problem solving quiz, but push-ups? Everybody in the lecture room had doubts about the challenge. Could this old, economics lecturer be an exercise maniac? A push-up freak perhaps? Maybe not, but since it is 5% marks on top of the finals, a handful of us took up his challenge. 5% is actually quite alot considering that this is one of the more challenging subjects so far, I really needed that 5%!

So, a handful of us went in front of the whole lecture, got down and did push-ups in front of the entire class. Yes, I went down there too. The last time I did push-ups, probably 7 years ago? I could manage a 40. Time to see if I still had it in me. With all my strenght, I still managed a 40, before my hands started to tremble and shake. Damn. Only 40? But before giving up, I still managed to pull and extra 12 before collapsing onto the floor, making it a 52, just to be 'safe'. Alot of the other guys managed to get past 60. Bastards. WayyYYyy safe if you ask me, but is it?

After all the students had done their round, it was the lecturer's turn to do push-ups. He got down, and everyone in the theater was cheering him on. Dammit, why cheer for him when some of us are challenging him for the 5 marks?? Idiots.

So the lecturer did push-ups. 30.. 40.......45... Shit, cutting it close don't you think? 50.....DAMMIT STOP! 51.. damn...52....there goes the effort... 55... omg the man is a monster...60... after pulling all his strenght, he stopped at 66.

66!! The old bugger did 66 push-ups at one go! Only 3 students managed to get more than 66. Lucky bastards. All my effort for naught. Later that day, I heard that the lecturer had also offered the other lecture stream the same challenge, only one student stood up to the challenge and managed a 50. Lecturer did only 57. NoooOoo! I should have attended that lecture and probably force myself to go as far as possible. Maybe I would have had a better chance, or maybe not. Doing push-ups back to back would probably be too tiring for me. I probably would only be able to pull a 30. *sigh*. Weakling.

After all that hoo haa, I'm back in my room, studying the night away. Damn push-ups.

That is just nasty

Yet again, I had managed to do the impossible. I woke up this morning, half an hour too late. So naturally, I rushed my morning, or whatever is left of it, to have a shower, grab some breakfast, run five hundred metres, in the rain, and catch the bus to work. Miraculously, I managed to do it all in just 30 minutes(who am I to complain? 30 minutes was ALL I had to spare!).

I managed to arrive at work on time, so it wasn't that bad. Within an hour at work, I blundered, again. I was dicing potatoes, and the potato slipped, which made me take out my left finger. *Ouch*


We all know potatoes are definitely a tougher bunch to dice compared to tomatoes, so imagine all that pressure I had on the knife while I was dicing away, totally ignorant of the fact that my left hand was busy struggling to hold onto the slippery potato. *sigh*

I sometimes hate myself for being careless in these kind of situations. Not only did I have to take a fifteen minute break to stop the bleeding, I nearly even blacked-out from the pain. Notice I used the word 'nearly'.

I was absolutely fine when I washed the gash with antiseptic, and covered it up with a plaster to stop the bleeding. Only when I was about, to walk towards a chair, that everything started to go blurry and my vision started to go black. My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't see anything. That, was seriously the pits for me. I got a little bit light-headed, and I felt as if the world was spinning. Fark.

Thank gawd someone was close by, noticed something was wrong, and helped me towards the chair. The moment I sat down, my vision started to come back, and my head stopped spinning.

......

What the hell was that for??! I should have fainted! It would have been my first experience, fainting. I had always wondered what it would feel like to faint. You know, go through the whole black-out and faint scenario, then wake up totally oblivious to whatever that had happened. I wonder how it would have felt like. Like taking a nap perhaps? Now I will never know. Thanks alot, whoever you are. You just robbed me my first 'fainting' experience. *grumble*

Totally awesome video clip. It totally blew my mind right at the 1st minute. If you have a really really weak heart, don't click on the video.

And those who think that they are still underage, a DEFINITE NO. Enjoy.

Benny Benassi - Who's your daddy?

69babes46

I'm just trying to post pictures using Flickr.com.
Looks like everything is working just fine. Don't give me that look, I am new at this. Stop laughing!

Can’t wait..

for one of these babies to come out.

I have been surfing the net, hunting for news on the PS3, Wii, and Xbox 360, trying to find out which of these three boxes I should get. The battle between these three monsters seems close, after reading loads of reviews I still can’t decide. A lot of the weight seems to tilt towards the PS3, after all, I have been a religious supporter of the Sony Playstation empire, having purchased both the PS and PS2. But I am still undecided. *sigh*

Another tech gadget that got my attention is the Nokia 95.

Damn, this mobile phone looks absolutely marvellous!

I actually had my eyes set on the Nokia N80 for quite some time now, and was already planning on getting it, but then Nokia HAD to come up with something much better, and spoil my plans.

The Nokia 95 will only be due out next quarter of 2007, which is helluva long time to wait. Why can’t I have it now? *drops to floor and throws a tantrum like a 5 year old boy*

Actually I wouldn't mind settling for the Nokia N73 either......Gawd, I'm so fickle minded.

Now, all I can do is wait.

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.