cheer chen is coming.. (woot)

who really cares if this gets updated. who gives a flying fuck if i pour my heart into every single word i write. would anyone notice the ambiguity i proudly sneak in. or the big ass ego i dont try to hide

did my boring life entertain your voyueristic need, or my lack of posts recently make your happy

does it matter if i dont post in the next year or foreveer, would you miss your the boring insight of my life or the unsung poetry that i write

really, who cares if i dont get coke from the vending machine for the past month in the office. dont they realise that someone is prolly dozing off during work because they couldnt get their sugar kick in the afternoon.

someone must have won a ten bucks when i missed keyboards with celeste today because i was swarmed by a last minute wave of unrelenting, paper cutting stack of deal reversals that lasted an unforeseen 60 minutes. as it is uncommon to have that much of undoing i've ever encountered. i sighed a silent fucking suay in my subdued eyeroll up to the mocking ceiling lights. im a POW.

of work, that is if you didnt get it. oh you did, yay for you. la. la. la.

nobody gave me a pat on the back when the left4dead session with the guys tonight was binned last minute.

as if the stars whispered secrets to the world that i was walking with a spring in my steps. as if the words i speak became the truth, the moment it leaks. as if the bus waited for me when i reached.

i almost did a suicidal forehead slap when the chartered bus slithered away when i walked thru the glass doors. either he hated slow walkers or i was shown tough love. for i seem thin and famished after overtiming and missing class today, i should be walking carelessly to the mrt while enjoying it with a packet of piping spiced fries from the foodcourt.

someone must have given him a nice pat. i would have

on the second smoking vegetable i realised i was supposed to register for my mass comm course at mdis. was that not part of plan or what. bloody ceiling lights must have penetrated the darkest corners of my head cavity with insidious alien technology

though there was a good half an hour till the registrationg counter closed, i suspect leprachauns were trying to burn it down that very second. given the tidings of today, i submitted to fate and rolled the dice. so i started crawling to dhoby gaut...

looks like devils started to not give a damn when i was on the bus home. i am finally, authentically, obstacley free, bound for home. works done for the day and im registered for a mass comm course.

the mid 40s lady in front of me had a lower half frilly hair perm like those girls from china. it kinda made me wanna find out who the fuck gave her the slightest idea of that hairstyle. or maybe i could lay a bounty on the first girl or guy who had perms like that.

seriously lady, i couldnt give a fuck about anything else in the world right there, but i had to look at that ridiculous tranny bob of hair who couldnt decide to be straight or curly dangling seducingly for the whole journey, trying to convince me they are actually beautiful.

sorry i prefer cleo's.



the jimi hendrix cd peeking out of my carry reminded me of the keyboards lessson i missed, which in turn alarmed me of the neglect i have for my music recently. and the 15 minutes i spent searching for it in the morning

since i have changed singers twice since xue lin, im not exactly sure if i have the ability to keep up with this current grp. the bestest singer and keyboards are with me right now, and im prolly the most screwed up 1/3 guitarists of the team that was picked to out join them.

the time i get back from work nowadays really leave me no time to pluck the strings or even strum a few chords. not to mention learning new songs for the team. though it'll be even harder when the mass comm kicks in late feb, i'll prolly be dropping my vocal lessons at lws soon. yep i guess its sort of a secret a few people know. i never really talked about learning singing. mainly im not learning much from there, what i want actually rather. i've learnt useful stuff i never expected to learn in return(?!!) lol

i've stopped writing as much as i hate to, i've started to a permanent writers block since ive been paid to look at the lcd for more than 8 hours a day.

though i'd have to say its more of my time management sometimes.

but really, dont really matter much to anyone, perhaps lifes happier and brighter without reading so much of travis' nonsense anyway

hidden ninja pandas polar bears might suddenly pop out nowhere to stop their own extinction

aint it right huh

tell me, whos happy and gay that you got relieved a few months of internet filth

and whos the one shedding tears of joy that your prayers are answered today in the form of this wall of text i've conjured



who cares if cheer is coming again



i do =P