a day, unlike others but in a way, very like me.
This morning, i got up early than usual.
I had to be at CGH at 10am for physiotheraphy.
So when the alarm rang, i duly dragged my own sorry ass outta bed.
Sat in front of the lappy checking some msgs left on the forum while smoking my ritual morning cigarette.
The house was really quiet. Parents were out working and siblings were still sleeping. dead to the world.
I felt wasted. Slept really late at night, or rather really early this morning. Crashing myself on xbox live last night now doesnt seem as brilliant as it seemed last night.
I didnt particulary felt like doing anything. Was feeling pretty lifeless this morning.
Took a long bath and took a damn long time getting ready to head out.
dumping my gym clothes in my behemoth.
it didnt feel like the great day i thought i would be after all.
Usually, I like going to physio. Running my guts out on those machines lifts me up. In a weird sorta way.
But not today. not today. for some reasons unknown even to me.
Took out those gym clothes which were packed neatly in the bag and tossed them on the bed.
fuck physio.
since im up and ready, might as well go out for a breather.
Took the first bus that came along. 158 ( pretty broke. payday cant come sooner. too much money spent on video games, starbucks and cigarettes. must smoke less. must game less. must shop less. and besides, even if i took a cab, what would i tell the driver? he would have thought i was a crackpot if i said "unker, anywhere you wanna go.")
the bus stopped at payalebar post center.
I got off. fagged another stick. thinking of where to go.
Decided to have a proper breakfast. enough of that nicotine and caffine shit i was on most days.
but despite deciding to have a proper breakfast.
I ended up at mac-fucking-donalds.
Im crazy.
Sat at the smoking area with my breakfast on the table and some news papers. Logged on to the net using my hp like the fucking internet whore i am. and read more msgs that were left. Fuck, kids are so fucking spoilt and moronic nowadays that its baffling.
Nibbled at my breakfast. skimmed thru the papers and checked out more junk on the hp while being on msn.
what to do? what to do? Shopping was strictly outta the question. the moolah will have to be watched really carefully for the next few days anyway.
Shooting? The sky was overcast, not ideal lighting one would say. so fug that as well.
Some sec sch kids and ITE kids were making a rackett at mackers.
I could hardly resists the urge to give them the 'L' on the forehead.
In their faded uniforms hanging there looking tough at 10am in the fucking morning.
Dont they have things to do than to irritate the shit outta me?
There i was, trying to eat my breakfast which was getting cold. ( after i finnished nibbling on the buns, when i started eating my eggs , there were already cold and dry. mackers breakfast is weak.)
and there they were, looking tough and smoking their underaged ciggarettes.
urgh fuck em all.
After i finnished my breakfast, which i might add, was really unsatisfying and tasted like vomitt, i sat there sipping my drink.
smoking my cigarette.
reading the news.
whoring the internet.
thinking bout things.
listening to my music.
i multitask very well.
yea, like fuck i do.
called grandma. thought i could drop by.
she just returned from genting last night.
guess what, she is already out playing mahjong.
so going over was thrown outta the window.
But at least after the call, i know what i'll be doing on friday.
hanged around till 12pm. decided i couldnt bear it anymore.
i might as well head off.
reached the bus stop while listening to Lukas Rossi's crooning.
he aint bad. Esp with jasone newsted, tommy lee and gilby clark backing him.
Decided to do what i did, take the first bus that came along.
and that fucking 158 come back to haunt me.
the service runs in a loop, so i went for a bus ride. to tangjong rhu area and back.
I liek tanjong rhu. Its bloody quiet with expensive housing. My kinda place. Whats more, there definitly aint any snorting teenage kids smoking and looking tough over there.
finally, after an hour or so, i find myself at the bus stop at my house.
i went home.
feeling much better.
i can almost feel someone over my shoulder telling me.
'Dude, you dont have to do anything if you dont wanna.'
much comforted.
why am im blogging in such a uninteresting and boring way?
whinning like a bitch?
I guess, Holden Caufield has rubbed of me in no small amounts after the last reread this couple days.
Maybe this is what muizz and luwin were saying when they said that 'Catcher In The Rye' was one of those life changing book. Not that 5 people you meet in heaven bullshit. Which personally i think its trash.
But thats just me.
Unlike.
different from those phonies.
This morning, i got up early than usual.
I had to be at CGH at 10am for physiotheraphy.
So when the alarm rang, i duly dragged my own sorry ass outta bed.
Sat in front of the lappy checking some msgs left on the forum while smoking my ritual morning cigarette.
The house was really quiet. Parents were out working and siblings were still sleeping. dead to the world.
I felt wasted. Slept really late at night, or rather really early this morning. Crashing myself on xbox live last night now doesnt seem as brilliant as it seemed last night.
I didnt particulary felt like doing anything. Was feeling pretty lifeless this morning.
Took a long bath and took a damn long time getting ready to head out.
dumping my gym clothes in my behemoth.
it didnt feel like the great day i thought i would be after all.
Usually, I like going to physio. Running my guts out on those machines lifts me up. In a weird sorta way.
But not today. not today. for some reasons unknown even to me.
Took out those gym clothes which were packed neatly in the bag and tossed them on the bed.
fuck physio.
since im up and ready, might as well go out for a breather.
Took the first bus that came along. 158 ( pretty broke. payday cant come sooner. too much money spent on video games, starbucks and cigarettes. must smoke less. must game less. must shop less. and besides, even if i took a cab, what would i tell the driver? he would have thought i was a crackpot if i said "unker, anywhere you wanna go.")
the bus stopped at payalebar post center.
I got off. fagged another stick. thinking of where to go.
Decided to have a proper breakfast. enough of that nicotine and caffine shit i was on most days.
but despite deciding to have a proper breakfast.
I ended up at mac-fucking-donalds.
Im crazy.
Sat at the smoking area with my breakfast on the table and some news papers. Logged on to the net using my hp like the fucking internet whore i am. and read more msgs that were left. Fuck, kids are so fucking spoilt and moronic nowadays that its baffling.
Nibbled at my breakfast. skimmed thru the papers and checked out more junk on the hp while being on msn.
what to do? what to do? Shopping was strictly outta the question. the moolah will have to be watched really carefully for the next few days anyway.
Shooting? The sky was overcast, not ideal lighting one would say. so fug that as well.
Some sec sch kids and ITE kids were making a rackett at mackers.
I could hardly resists the urge to give them the 'L' on the forehead.
In their faded uniforms hanging there looking tough at 10am in the fucking morning.
Dont they have things to do than to irritate the shit outta me?
There i was, trying to eat my breakfast which was getting cold. ( after i finnished nibbling on the buns, when i started eating my eggs , there were already cold and dry. mackers breakfast is weak.)
and there they were, looking tough and smoking their underaged ciggarettes.
urgh fuck em all.
After i finnished my breakfast, which i might add, was really unsatisfying and tasted like vomitt, i sat there sipping my drink.
smoking my cigarette.
reading the news.
whoring the internet.
thinking bout things.
listening to my music.
i multitask very well.
yea, like fuck i do.
called grandma. thought i could drop by.
she just returned from genting last night.
guess what, she is already out playing mahjong.
so going over was thrown outta the window.
But at least after the call, i know what i'll be doing on friday.
hanged around till 12pm. decided i couldnt bear it anymore.
i might as well head off.
reached the bus stop while listening to Lukas Rossi's crooning.
he aint bad. Esp with jasone newsted, tommy lee and gilby clark backing him.
Decided to do what i did, take the first bus that came along.
and that fucking 158 come back to haunt me.
the service runs in a loop, so i went for a bus ride. to tangjong rhu area and back.
I liek tanjong rhu. Its bloody quiet with expensive housing. My kinda place. Whats more, there definitly aint any snorting teenage kids smoking and looking tough over there.
finally, after an hour or so, i find myself at the bus stop at my house.
i went home.
feeling much better.
i can almost feel someone over my shoulder telling me.
'Dude, you dont have to do anything if you dont wanna.'
much comforted.
why am im blogging in such a uninteresting and boring way?
whinning like a bitch?
I guess, Holden Caufield has rubbed of me in no small amounts after the last reread this couple days.
Maybe this is what muizz and luwin were saying when they said that 'Catcher In The Rye' was one of those life changing book. Not that 5 people you meet in heaven bullshit. Which personally i think its trash.
But thats just me.
Unlike.
different from those phonies.