From this side of the fence

Today shall forever be remembered as The Day Of Sexay Cibainess.

Why?

I experienced my very first car accident. Ohmahgad ohmahgad ohmahgad. :D

*FYI i was nowhere near the steering wheel or the accelerator for that matter. I can drive perfectly because i finally figured out how to use the magic stick! I like it when the blinkity arrows appear and it makes the 'tik tik tik' sound as you turn! Weeeeee!*

Now don't get me wrong, car accidents are extremely bad things and people can get seriously hurt from crashing into other cars, trees, stupid humans and cows. Sometimes, the crashers and/or crashees die instantly. Unfortunately, most of them don't and end up as bedridden vegetables.

I attract dysfunctional people, in the same way i'm attracted to them. Don't ask me why. Its a fetish, i think. Fuck, i'm getting more messed up by the second. But one thing's for sure, 2 dysfunctional people just CANNOT and WILL NOT work. There's too much normal-ness in happy endings. The End.

Anyway, i made my first video! :D I absolutely love this song. Always loved it.

Welcome, fellow psychopaths! You have reached the boring ramblings of a bitter nutcase.

Read this entry repeatedly if you are obsessive-compulsive.

Get someone to read it for you if you are co-dependent.

Change clothes each time you read if you have multiple personalities.

If you are paranoid, lock the door, draw the curtains and make sure you're alone before reading.

If you are schizophrenic, wait for the little voice in your head to tell you what to do.

If you are depressed, yay for you! Now go kill yourself.


At times like these, I just want to call Steff Bong. Or bum around with Dwinny and Jared. Oh just get your asses back here NOW for God sakes! I AM DYING LIKE A DOG!

I hate to admit it,  but i've lost my passion. For drumming, that is. I don't remember what it felt like to just be in the moment, oblivious to everything except the pulsing rhythm in my head. It must have been euphoric. I must have been high. And i'll bet nothing in the world would ever compare to that.

Once upon a time, i decided that i would be the most kick-ass drummer EVER to walk the face of the damn planet. I wanted to get so fuckin good that big names like DW, Tama, Vic Firth, Paiste and Sabian would be fighting to the death just to endorse me. LOL. Every single day, I would sit at my drumkit for hours, playing until i couldn't move my wrists without pain. But i didn't care. I loved it too much to notice.

And now, my drumsticks are no longer a part of me, my drumkit, or the music. They just move along in a mechanical fashion, only able to execute certain things and nothing more.

Some kick-ass drummer i am.

I guess i have only myself to blame. I got lazy. Never did make time for at least one hour of practice to keep my skills intact. I probably got cocky after awhile, thinking i was good enough and that was that. Then yesterday, i randomly went on youtube to watch some pro drummer a friend was obsessed with. (Btw if you're reading this Om, i fuckin love you for telling me! HE IS MONSTER!!) And i was just blown away! Assaf Seewi is seriously AWESOME. How the fuck do you jungle drumsticks while using them to play?! And one-handed paradiddles at breakneck speed??


Back to the stool then.

I was too scared to hijack the plane today. Damn, i miss those two sexay retards already.. =(

Tung Tung Chiang season has taken a toll on my original resolve to stick to Theme No. 3: CONTROL.


I just couldn't lay off the keropok. Steff had to make matters by giving me TWO jars of her grandma's glorious Achah!

Before you go on, i would like to warn you that this post will be extremely boring, depressing and more uncensored then usual. Definitely NOT for Ah Mas, Ah Kongs, nuns from the Carmelite Convent and people who think i should go to hell. Don't say i didn't tell you!

I hate the fact that some people just freakily know when to push my buttons, and which buttons to press.  And even more so if it started from the silliest of things. I was so pissed off that i hung up on that person and switched off my phone. Which i have left in its lifeless state for 2 days. Hah, so there! So much for your miraculous phone signal, retard.

I hate feeling fat and being too lazy to do anything about it.

I hate my stupid neighbour who apparently has an unending supply of shit in his house to burn. As mean as this sounds, i hope his house burns down too. With him in it. :)

I hate being too busy to have fun with my friends. So far i've missed 3 birthdays. Adrian's, Moz and Parv's, and Constance's. Sorry guys..

I hate Boys Like Girls. My brain just goes into complete shock when i hear the horrendous lyrics and bubblegum pop tunes. No offence to the fans but how could you people like them?!! I would rather listen to my bro singing his God-awful rendition of 'Chasing Cars' in the bathroom!

I hate not being able to cam-whore or take pics of random things which caught my eye. I miss my K750i.

BUT MOST OF ALL...

I hate my job.

I am paid to rot in a shop from 8 a.m-5 p.m. 9 FUCKIN HOURS if you're too stupid to do the math. Some people have told me that i'm ungrateful and that i'm lucky that i don't have to do much. Come to think of it, RM 450 isn't that bad if all you do is sit down, do the occasional dusting and keep track of the sales.


SO WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS?!

They're going to visit their grandparents for 10 days.


And thanks to my mum's sudden change of plans, i now only have 1 week left with Jared and Edwina. ONE FRIGGIN WEEK. Which is approximately 7 days. Which equates to a truckload of shit for someone who'll probably never see either of them again. Ever.

There are at least five irrational things i want to do right now.

1) Quit my job so i can spend more time with them.
2) Rob Happy Deli so i'll have money to splurge with them
3) Steal my dad's car on Wednesday and drive up to Saratok to meet them
4) If all else fails, burn their passports so they can't go to England.
5) Cancel Monday plans with Jess and Deb so at least i'll have a day with them before they balik kampung


Graaa i just feel like shooting someone now. For some strange reason, i'm not so excited about tomorrow anymore. Fickle mindedness is one of my not so attractive qualities. Paranoia is my newly developed psychological flaw. I know its like my last time out with Deb coz she's leaving for Australia in 3 days time. I am fully aware that i might also never see her again. But its just these... thoughts that have come back to haunt me and they're causing me to dread my day out. I suppose that's the paranoia kicking in. I admit, i thought i'd at least be numb enough by now to ignore everything, whether or not its real or something i imagined all along. Reality check. It was humbling and it hurt. And all it took was one look. After all this time of total reclusion from the painful truth, i can no longer come back out and stare it square in the eye. The signs were practically flashing red yesterday. Thank goodness Deb will be there tomorrow to normalize the awkwardness that i know might occur.

Fuck.

Ok I'm giving in to my mind at its worst. And the voices aren't helping.

They're telling me to offer it up to The Man.



On a happier note...

Stephanie Bong a.k.a Schweffers Walnut is coming home for CNY!!!!!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I can hardly wait for the 2nd of February! God, i missed her to bits!!! There's so much to tell her! So much to do! Hopefully she'll be staying long enough to go on the Walnut Family reunion. And i don't care if we get fined or thrown into jail, we just HAVE to do the Omo fountain thing!!!!!! And i'll see if i can get the other walnuts to help too!

At least i wont be lonely in prison! XDDDDDD

What goes around, comes around. Yes its true. A few days ago, I insulted an Ah lien. Today, my phone got stolen.

IT WAS A FRIGGIN SONY ERICSSON K750i, OK?!

Of course, the filthy rich people out there will obviously tell me "K750i only ma. Just buy new one lo!"




WELL HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A PLANT LIKE THIS AT MY HOUSE??