Sunday, November 12, 2006
my god. over this weekend i have spent over 200 bucks on a pair of fins, booties, and a diving torch, thus blowing any chance of ever getting the ultra-rare, now out-of-production, 500 sgd (ridiculously-cheap for a bass with surprisingly-excellent electronics and decent wood) yamaha BB604. augh! augh! and i have yet to get the most expensive (and most vital to life) equipment, the bcd and reg. looks like the only hobby im gonna be able to afford from now on is giving tuition.
im really happy for my tuition kid. she called me at 630pm the day of microb (i was asleep.. of course. my newly-rediscovered free hobby) to thank me, and tell me that she's never actually completed a paper comfortably, with time to check everything twice before, till now. very rewarding. i felt all warm and fuzzy, even after accounting for the fact that i was still half-asleep when she was talking to me.
the prestige is good! people, however, are not. what's new. i now absolutely detest obese stupid hypocritical mouthbreathers who can't muster the effort to rub together two neurons and figure out the obvious, HARKHARKHARK-laugh at the most bloody inappropriate times, and insist on absolute silence during the movie-- which they then proceed to mangle, horribly, together with my appetite, by sloppily and noisily making out throughout the entire goddamn thing-- lady, if you've got your reptilian tongue in your boyfriend's sinuses obviously you're not going to understand the freaking movie. if i want to tell the person on the other side of me what is obviously going to happen in the next 5 seconds i am perfectly within my rights to do so. if you are going to be a shithead and proceed to tell me snottily "excuse me, if you've watched the movie before please don't spoil it for us,", thus revealing yourself to be a brainless idiot, i am also perfectly within my rights to mock you for being a total moron by pointing out to you that:
a) i wasn't talking to you, i was talking to my friend, and
b) i hadn't watched it before, and that it was just painfully-obvious what was coming next.
and if you wanted to be polite (which was your retarded and non sequitur rejoinder to my crushing fists of logic), you would have kept your hands off each other and not HYUK HYUKed throughout the entire... fucking.. movie. you gormless moronic retard.
as an aside to her catamite: i know you enjoy milking cows, you dickwad. i would appreciate if you didn't do it during the fucking movie. you people are definitely in your 20s at least. for god's sake rent a room, sit in your car, hide in the toilet-- fuck. just don't go tonsil-exploring in public. spare us the sight.
fuck you very much.
yes, i am done ranting. how therapeutic. so was mahjong. and i have definitively proven to myself that i can drive and not end up on anything-that-isnt-road, even after 1.5 hours of sleep.
+ fictions&fires
11:05 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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