There's no one home tonight, in my house of pain

Another week has gone by. Xmas is coming. The start of a new school year, the start of a new year alone is making me feel quite queasy. O Levels next year. More flak from teachers about untidy school attires and not excelling academically. I don't think I want 2008 to come.
(god we'll drift apart & I'll miss you)
The prospect of losing friends to exams, overwhelming commitments and national duties....Man. I dread it.

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Looking back at someone's old blog entries, I noticed how much this person has changed. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but it seems like you're trying to be someone you're not.

Maybe I am too. Who am I to say, right? And it takes one to know one.

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(I realize my entries are a bit hard to swallow, huge chunks of irrelevant text and no amazingly artistic pictures. I'm a pretty boring person without a camera. Sorry? Speaking of pictures, I am quite irritated. Suddenly everyone wants to be amateur photographers. It's good if you have talent. If you don't...GOD.)

Monday after work was watching 9 O Clock jam with Trish, Pre, Sharmila, Nigel and Mervyn. 9 O Clock has improved a lot! I like. First gig soon, hopefully? After that was Lian's party. Fucking wild. The moment we stepped into the house we were forced to drink beer + vodka from a beer bong made from a funnel and a tube. Anyway, I didn't drink enough (there wasn't enough) for me to get wasted/high. I spent the night with Ryan, Echo and Jon outside the house. Skid and some others joined us at times, playing guitar, chain smoking (they did, I didn't), singing songs, talking about life. I guess I got an insight into some pretty powerful minds in the duration when I was over at Lian's.

Went home from Lian's in the evening of Tuesday, and I met up with Pre, Trish and Nigel at Bugis after a long, hot shower (omgomgomg).

Wednesday was retardxxx, outing with the mother and sisters. My dad was very keen on karaoke night. He wanted to take us to some sleazy KTV lounge to sing hokkien songs with gusto. With some bravado, I might actually consider. But otherwise, I vehemently refused and protested against it. My sister made me feel bad, she asked "Why can't you make daddy happy just for one day? You are so exasperating at times. Let him be happy lah." When I relented, he said, "it's okay, too late tonight already. Some other time." :( I am evil.

Rachel called me with a job offer late that night. Helping her mother to type and translate Korean into (hopefully, almost) perfect english. I got up at 9am and cabbed over to her place to help her mother translate 3 (dammnnnn long) scripts. Then I went to meet up with Pre and Sharmila at Far East. Nigel and his girlfriend Stephanie came after. Then we met up with Mervyn and Naomi and walked about Orchard. Then I went over to Rachel's again, to continue with the translation till 1.30am. I was shit tired by then, with droopy eyes (LOL) and I had work today. But I cabbed home, and the taxi driver was damn friendly. Somehow, we got to talking about politics and life. He told me he enjoyed chatting with me, which is good, I guess?

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Ozzy is the greatest father/husband ever. It's hard to imagine, since he almost killed Sharon one day after gulping down a huge amount of alcohol. But when I read about how he broke down when Sharon was diagnosed with colon cancer, and spent days trying to be strong for his kids and his wife, I felt really touched. And there are those days when he struggled (and failed) to break his addictions with drugs, alcohol and tobacco for Sharon and the kids. It's amazing how he's still alive now.

Omggg Ozzy + Sharon = lurffff forevaaa.

Ok, I really, really, reallyyyy want to meet the Prince of Darkness because he's so much more than he seems. Don't be fooled by the bat-biting/Alamo-peeing dude with a dependency on substances to get through the day.

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Firebrands = in Hanoi.
Omg 'Hanoi rocks' comes to mind. Hope they have fun!

Someone apparently gave my number to a mat who wants to become my best friend. He called me, and thinking it was a prank, I rattled on and on and on about how I know it's all a lie. I actually thought it was Faizal (it sounded like Faizal) and I asked him 'eh, where's Trish? Don't give me all that crap la.' I was a bit incensed actually. Then the mat kept going 'cheebye, I never lie to you la!!' and he gave me a girl's name I recognized before I realised he was telling the truth. LOL I laughed to myself. It was funny, I was attacking him and telling him to give it up. He probably thinks I'm crazy.

My phone is fucking retarded. I think I lost a few people's numbers, sorry man. Fucking retarded, I should've saved them on my sim card, but it's chock full of people whom I don't bother contacting anymore. God dammit, I'm gonna delete them all soon. My phone refused to work. It has lived its short lifespan of....I don't know. I need a new phone.

I'm gonna blow up right now if the god forsaken gnarly piece of twisted metal and plastic refuses to buck up. *EXPLODES* Kthxbai.