just kidding

(extremely belated) selamat hari raya to everyone.

ns men are dumb

last weekend i was selling tickets, and SAFRA members get a discount. i'm supposed to get their membership cards and fill in a form with their ic numbers and number of tickets bought, but i'm too lazy so i just gave them the form to fill in themselves.

the first person filled in the form and i noticed he wrote '02' instead of just '2' under the number of tickets, because he's a lame cunt.

the second person came and also wrote '02', and the third followed.

i decided to do a little experiment, and added another zero to the first 3, which made them '002'.

the fourth person came, and wrote 2 zeroes too. so did the fifth one.

i then added another zero to all of the above, making it '0002'.

the sixth person came, and expectedly, he followed the trend.

i added yet another zero. by now there were 4 zeroes and the form was starting to look ridiculous.

the next idiot came and wrote '00002'.

his wife/girlfriend/sex-mate asked him, "why do you need to write so many zeroes?"

"i dunno," he replied. "i'm just following what others wrote."

maybe it's because they've been blindly following orders during their national service that they've forgotten how to think for themselves.


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locked in - scary kids scaring kids

i lived twice and regretted them both

you only live once, they say. this statement tend to advocate doing things 'for the moment'. doing whatever you wish, so that you wouldn't regret not doing it.

sometimes i wish i could be like that, to just fuck all and live for now, because there might not be a tomorrow.

the thing is, there is a higher possibility of having a tomorrow than not having one. and when tomorrow comes, i don't want to regret the actions of the days gone by.

so you either not slap that irritating bitch and wish you did, or you slap her and start regretting on the way to the police station.

it's a tough choice. either way you lose.

anal-something

i like to analyse my feelings. when i'm feeling happy, i want to know why. when i feel sad, i want to know why. so i dig out every thought from within me, and figure out what exactly is it that makes me happy or sad at that particular moment.

most of the time i manage to figure it out, and then i laugh at myself for being happy/sad over such tiny issues. sometimes i tend to over-analyse into things and make them more complicated than they seem.

sometimes i even manage to analyse a happy situation until it turns into a sad one.

at least i know why. but its very time-consuming to be analysing things all the time.

i wonder if this is healthy.


now playing
new faith - slayer

the new leaf that is rotten

today is the first day of school, and i was supposed to turn over a new leaf and shit, you know, like STUDY and stuff.

and then i bummed through the first lecture and skipped the next one.

what a great start! this semester is going to be great!

like seriously great.

HOW FLATTERING

"Guys who hv blogs are gay 1"

thanks.

we went to get the mystery shopper results on tuesday and marina came in 3rd. 3rd from bottom.

they were giving out gift vouchers to staff who had perfect scores from the mystery shoppers, and there was this old woman who got it.

weird thing was, from what i've seen of her, she's bloody rude. she smiles at customers only because she's required to, but speaks to them as though they were her enemies.

and my gosh, she scored full marks.

today my manager warned me to smile at the customers. i smiled at her.

still no

it's 5am and i'm still not sleeping. i've got work later, so much fun.

it's hard to believe, but *GASP* i'm enjoying myself quite a bit. i'm thinking if i should stay on as a part-timer, but then i realised that although i'd rather work than go to school, there are 20,000 other things i could be doing, and working is not included on the list.

maybe maybe the 20,000th one.


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...slow dance on the inside - taking back sunday

hoho indo

laze around in a maze of haze, left me in a daze, i'm not fazed.

everyone's complaining about the haze now, and i feel compelled to do so to, because i'm a spazzy trend-follower without my own functioning brain.

so anyway, the only thing i dislike about the haze is that it blurs everything, and i feel as though it's my eyes that are blur, not due to the haze.

then i get very irritated with my eyes because i can't see properly, although it's really not their fault. IT'S THE DAMN HAZE.

and another thing is that the damn indonesians are bloody stupid. year after year without fail, there would be forest fires. and despite all these years of training and practice, the bloody government fails to control the situation.

so there, i've done my part for this anti-indonesia campaign.

work

so i'm heading into my final week of work. this is your final chance to see me in my sexy uniform or to get free popcorn/movies.

i think this job is 20,000 times better than going to school. there is close to no stress and i get paid to bum around, rather than paying school fees to bum around in school.

i just do as little as is required of me, and then chill in a corner until the manager comes out, and i'll try to make myself useful again.

the only sad thing is that working eats up all my time, especially the night shift. i have no life outside of work.

but it's all cool. work > school.

where is my lover

things i think of on a daily basis

1) the universe - how big is it, who created it, what happened before its creation, what's gonna happen after it's gone

2) god - does he exist, if he does, who created him, why does he let us suffer, being thankful that i exist

3) death - what happens after, am i going to die today

4) future - what am i going to do, studies, job, family

5) random - where is my lover, what music to listen to, should i scratch my ass

the beauty of this world

ogres

i was on the bus today, on my way to work.

this story has 8 main characters.

1) sad girl from pjc, friend of ogres
2) disgusting ogre #1, pjc
3) disgusting ogre #2, pjc
4) sad, sad woman, traumatised by ogres
5) disgusting ogre #3, pjc, think's she's hot
6) disgusting ogre #4, pjc, chief ogre
7) sad, sad man, traumatised by ogres
8) me, sad boy, close to punching ogre #4 in the head

so the ogres were having a little quiet conversation. because they were separated into 3 rows, they were speaking rather loudly, which only pissed me off more.

the main ogres were #3 and #4, because they were the most disgusting and most irritating.

ogre #3 thinks she's hot and classy, which made me want to slap her oversized lips into submission. she loves to say dumb things in her extremely high pitched voice, "oh you know? hehehehehehe." (yes, that's what she said.)

ogre #4 is fat and disgusting. she speaks as though there's a piece of shit permanantly stuck in her mouth. her trademark is her unique laughter, which she so dilligently expresses at every opportunity. "EEEEE-HUR-HUR-HUR!!!" poor me is sitting there, wondering if i should laugh along, since it seems to be extremely funny to her. then i realised that i should punch her instead.

i think the saddest person would still be the woman surrounded by shrieking retards who shriek and spazz at everything and anything. i was half expecting her to start smashing their faces with her umbrella.

the sad pjc girl tried to distance herself from her ogre-friends, and spent most of the ride with a sad expression on her face. at times, she was forced to laugh politely at their incredible jokes, but mostly stood silently. but there was once when she started shrieking as well, and i wanted to kill her too.

where is my lover

i have accumulated 28 cds since i bought my first back in 2004.

that's estimated to cost more than $600.

usless information - sign of boredom.

i've always believed that i wouldn't be remembered by the people around me, because i don't stand out much.

i'm the person who blends into his surroundings, neither an outcast nor the popular kid, definitely nothing much to remember.

and by 'people', i mean those who are just acquaintances, people that i've had minimal relations with.

surprisingly, it seems that i am actually quite memorable, judging by the fact that the long-lost-acquaintances i've met during my work do recognise me, despite it being the first meeting in more than 6 years.

second piece of useless information - you should know why.