Denial

- is in his mid 20's - is a taurus male(all you perverts can leave now) - always craves for good music - will never put up naked pictures of himself here(all you perverts who are still here can finally get lost now) - will realise his dream of travelling around the world - will own properties and one of which is a resort by a beautiful beach - hopes to strike 1st division lottery someday so that he can bum professionally - is currently brain dead and will continue some other time

Monday, August 16, 2004

 

Post No. 14.

Current soundtrack: Michael Damian - Was it nothing at all
Current mood : Got off being annoyed not long ago



This blog is getting depressing as I'm not doing really well at the moment but things will get better. Will try to blog more often, yeah? I don't wanna lose my imaginary fan club you know, heh.
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You guys can stop worrying about me. I'm ok and things are getting better. I officially take her as a friend now and no more than that. I'm really moving on and looking forward to meeting new people.

Thank you again to those who followed up on me through this whole time. I'll never forget you guys. :)


Oh, Gemaine gave me something really sweet a while ago as a consolation. Apart from the get-well-soon-and-you-can-lean-on-me-when-times-are-bad postcard, there's this semi-rollable lil' toy truck which you open the top cover to find it full of chocolates and candies in it. Makes me feel like a child just let loose in the toy section, all over again. It's good. Thank you, Gemaine! :D
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Mom's going on an Europe trip next month, with her long-time boyfriend of more than 13 years already. He migrated to perth since about 11-12 years ago. They visit each other once or twice per year. How sad is that. It's about time they enjoy some deservingly good personal time together from a lifetime of labour. Not that they're retiring anytime soon though.

I didn't think much of overseas romance throughout my lifetime. It would be like living on memories. Painfully, I might add. Didn't think anything like that could even last a month, let alone more than a decade.

But her story inspires me. Like, nothing is impossible 'cause love wouldn't allow it.


Took mom to Jack's Place yesterday for her birthday lunch. The quality of the food there is Terrible with a capital T.

Starters: soup wasn't thick nor tasty nough, garlic bread was obviously not fresh from the oven even. They're even worse than 7/11 take-outs.

Main dish. Was expecting better stuff but to be disappointed again. Sirloin steak (medium rare) wasn't even properly done, peas doesn't appeal to me, ever, french fries was generally dull tasting, hard to munch on and not even salty. They even added fried onion(?!) for Christ's sake. Like, wtf.

Even the tea that came with dessert was bad, seriously. The only good thing was strawberry ice cream accompanied with little cubes of watermelon.

I'm not a good cook and neither should I criticise but at least I have relatively good taste buds which are trustworthy. They used to be so much better during the 90's. Now, Jack's Place has become Junk's Place.


Got a haircut after lunch. Makes me look like somekinda taiwanese punk. Other than that, pretty much an average cut. Dammit, so much for 23 bucks. At least I get free tea and it's better than Junk's Place.


We also get!

Things we can get:

- jokes
- disgusted with ourselves
- irritated with drivers on the road
- shortchanged
- screwed up

Things we should get:

- drinks
- her phone number
- driven to work/airport in big, expensive cars
- air tickets to exotic destinations
- a sugar mommy/daddy

Things we will get:

- horny
- bad breath in the morning
- hungry
- nostalgic
- spam

Things we might get:

- slapped
- killed tomorrow
- picked up
- prank calls
- a fuck buddy


Ok, it's getting lame. Later.


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