[emo trip: sad, high on black coffee. death of a beloved mp3.]
ok, ive tried countless times. mp3 is as good as gone. *sighs* it's been a good two years and now it lies dead, on my table. it cant even switch on proper. im gonna try one last time later and will bury it if it doesnt succeed. no gundoos, not gonna bury it literally.
i have resorted to borrowing from my dear sis and will borrow his tomorow. i miss that little bugger i call red already. red's dead. im gonna go buy mr electric blue as soon as pay gets in.
good news on the dress movement. number of dress has increased to a 6. bought one red yesterday. with ribbons to tie at the back. a well spent 5 bucks. another b&w dress from auction arrived yesterday. oh wooo peee. cant wait to wear red yellow and black tomoro.
hello shai reh faz zreen, long time no see. tomoro will be the meeting. oh how fun will that be. very fun i tell u.
an entire dvd of friends. working at vid ezy has its perks. ooooh fun fun fun, with friends of course. and big fish and love me if you dare just for you. go cha cha cha.
i miss my bow and arrow. so many youthful days spent with it.
colleagues are great fun. laughable and friendly with jabs at my tudung. no biggie, laughing is what i do best. really. work is okay. time goes by faster when work is piling up, and the scanner goes beep beep beep. cool teacher given lots of insight because she wanted to show her students about the brutality of the media. ironic that she asked me but glad i was of help.
he doesnt look good on tv but in person, he has got to be the most handsomest american born chinese ive ever met. his eyes are like quicksand. oooh wow. thank God i still remembered that i can talk. thank God i actually remembered words. ha ha.
join in the riot y'all. check out noise festival happening in october. submit any creative stuffs to noise by august and participate. smashing i say. anything that's creative is.
'take one for the money, and two for the flow, and three altogether now here we go. wake up, wake up little sunshine, wake up little rain. you've got to wonder. come on and eat your popsickle. coz it's so magical.' (popsickle, starlight mints)
mini indie fest this morning with nothing to do but wait for a call. and then six is when the work begins. working nights are much faster, with much more quirky people and erm, pakciks. whatever you ugly fools.
i dont rot in front of the tv anymore. im good. black coffee in the morning perks me up. sunshine so hot it burns. fans blasting and the whirlings.
bells and a kitten crying. on a wednesday morning is when they come out to play. still hasnt got used to the idea of csi ny. lacks something, the drive of the characters. there is no drive.
go on, here's your popsickle.