Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Syncopations

This marks the beginning of some diary style posts, which i am not really fond of.But i will write them anyway...just that they are gonna be rare.

Okay, Lets start with the period I got back to GSC. It was around the middle of May and I shitted myself can't believe it.When i quit from the place two months ago, for some reasons, I've taken something like an oath that i won't put a single unit of my cell into that office again...But then, I contradicted.Sigh
but seriously i don't regret getting back there.gotta see some old staffs back and gotta know a whole new bunch of people - Janicia, Jason, Sherine and others.And better still i got back to the environment where i can talk a lot more than i used to. Bitching with customers which include men, women, hotties, macho muscles, babes, gays, lesbos, paedos, horny old men who come and kacau our BO babes ...this is perhaps one of the best job to meet new and all types of peeps. Back to A LOT of my same old routine also....food court food, staff passes, verbal passes, scoping Auntie Lucy, CIOs and getting called Chuck and Larry along with Meng Jon.wtf

Movin' On
Rocked up me birthday bash.Jeesus is 18! another Christmas?felt like Santa...I'm not gonna elaborate bout it since Jared has written on that.Check that out. Wheen, you missed it...you better be back with my LTD or Ibanez.lol

And summore I'm riding now.As in real riding motorcycle.transforming to speeddevil-rempitman.Learn lots of stuff like controlling disc brakes, one-shot kick-guarantee- starts, pumping petrol...ohhh...more to life.riding is a lot of fun actually.Its just you and the wind, nothing in between.I Am The Highway.

Oh...shit.I'm in Disted-Stamford College since the 16th of June, the PigDog Lair. I swear that lots of them are acting as if they are the greatest lala tukaos in the world, loads of em in the business studies course.Never mind though, because this will only make me feel more like God, more believing in that I'm really Jeesus, a rocker ready to exorcise each and everyone of this specie. Felt like Constantine, wanna pump their faces with holy water loaded shells and 'tabuk' them with cross engraved metal knuckles.
But I am appreciative that that my SAM course got none of these, saved my life.
Overall, the college is an okay place i'll say, the library is great, the lecturers are good, so good that they can put you to sleep with only their words.I can't do that. The only thing that drag the place down is some of the students, as I've mentioned, Lalas.

Aih, I don't want to make this post long. Not that even I can, I'm studying day and working night, what hell time do I get to even do a blog post, even guitar time is significantly decreased.No pictures and stuffs to stimulate the senses, hopefully the music is more than enough.The best way to convey a feeling if you cant express it.Music.


Shit Post.In the Shittest of Time. i need time donation.



I've used a lot of 'shit'.seriously getting into my vocab. serious shit.

Who? The MAN?


SHIT.

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