Saturday, June 16, 2007



Me - "Vincent keeps falling down because he's humpty dumpty lah...The shape also the same."

Condor Heroes is pissing me off. The storyline is absolute crap, the acting makes me bored enough to want to lactate, and the script is just pure-out shitty. No really, it's so typical.

[Insert name]! You're despicable I'm going to kill you to avenge my [Insert name of relative] who you betrayed for the [Insert name of Really-Important Antidote] to cure [Insert name of Supposedly-Uncurable poison/infection] just so you can learn the [Insert name of really powerful martial arts technique] to avenge your dead [parents/siblings/wife/husband] who was killed by [insert evil sect leader]

Yawn, much.

But thankfully DaZu gave me many many happy memories to keep. I shall keep my happy memories bottled up inside me. If sadness bottled up can cause people to become all suicidal and depressed, then happy memories should work to the contrary and make me a Care-Bear. A rather violent Care-Bear, granted.

As usual per this holiday, I've been alone during practice. Not alone strictly, since I am still basking in the company of friends dear, but rather that people like Michael and Melvin have gone overseas or are busy or have "taken leave." I still remember the first time Melvin told me ( after skipping practice ) that he had "taken leave." I choked on my ice-cream.

I need rosin. Specifically, my Bass needs rosin. And lucky Poh is buying next Monday. $70 invoice coming your way VS. And we need Tiao-Yin-Qi also... Maybe should ask him to buy. But last time he bought the damn expensive one...Which was white and sexy. Good.

Must ask Yang En.
Although as per usual he is dao'ing me on MSN. Probably watching Bleach. I bet people get hooked because of Inoue Whorihime. She's a slutwhore lah. Boobs bigger than her head for one.

Wow, Yang En replied. Oh, he went to take a shower. Must have been a non-Whorihime part.

That slut. Whorihime, not Yang En. I would never call Yang En a slut. I call him other things like "best friend" and "you" and "ehhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Anyway, DaZu'ing was fun. Ju Ma is getting better and better, even though there're still minor flaws. Cello/Bass melody is impossible to play thanks to the tendency for the bow to slide due to a lack of Rosin. I haven't rosin'ed the bow in about a month now. Luckily it's half-pizzicato half-arco. Wo Yao Kuai Le is the killer though. I abhor mostly-pizzicato songs. It's a lot easier, but a lot more strenous and painful on the fingers too. My fingers were super uber red after that lah. So annoying.

And I'm still screwing up the semiquavers D-A-F#-D-A after the ...bridge I think. I think it's the bridge. The part before the last "chorus" anyway. So annoying. And come to think of it, I bet I'm still unable to play Tong Nian De Hui Yi the last part, the (4x2x4) 32-semiquavers part. Blasted thing. I can play all the harder songs, but I can't play that. Then again, Bass' levels of difficulty are not exactly very defined because it's BASS after all.

Soccer, or as Yang En calls it 'futsal', after Prac was fun. I use "xxx is fun" too much. It bores even me. I must be more creative. "Futsal" was...er...exhilarating ( YES! Success, sorta ) . It was me, Max and Vincent against le liquin "liu-sers" ( alliteration yeah ) . And we got thrashed. Surprise. I played with the goalposts ( ducks ). Max kicked one and the beak dropped off much to my horror.

Auntie Melda is torturing me now. Well actually, she's applying ointment to my injured legs ( more on that later ) but for now she's OW OW OW! OW! OW!! TICKLISH! Auntie Melda says wah lao eh. Wah lao it's damn ticklish. She's evil. I must not scream. I must endure!

PURGE MYSELF WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ( Tribute to DarylBageroHo :3 )

Although to purge yourself means that you actually go and shit. Yeah.

Ok when you see me hammer letters out it hurts. I shall not scream so this is how I show pain.

yes.

Ok OSOOOOO anyway I was talking about PAIN PAIN LOTSA OF PAIN! PAINNNNN! Errrrrr futsal yes. Anyway, we played a few random games, running here and there. Vincent fell down a lot of times. John ran arounDDDDD behind a "podium". Yang EnNNNN defines a podium as something you can stand behind and talk. Ok then, the drum is a podium. Wee Bian tackled a lot. Jing Qun oleh'd a lot. Yang En's hand kept smacking into my stomach and lower. And when I refused to surrender the ball to him ( because I was against him ) he freaking hugged me and squeezed my n****** and when I screamed he grabbed the ball. OHHHH TICKLISH DAMNNNNN! STUPID OINTMENT!
Oh fine she left. Maybe it's better because it was so bloody ticklish. I was like just rub the knee JUST THE KNEE and then saying that if she even touched the skin below I'd shave her when she's sleeping. She left.

As to how my legs got injured. During Futsally, Jing Qun and I were rushing for the (very small) ball that Yang En brought. Get your mind out of the gutter. And in any case, we kicked the ball ( OUT OF GUTTER STOP GIGGLING ) and we both missed the ball spectacularly and our legs collided. Well, ankles, technically. With a very solid "thwack" sound I might add. And very pain. Yes pain. Pain was quite predominant then. I remember nothing when I fell down ( injuring other leg in process ) because of the pain. Oh wait, I remember something else besides the pain. it's err... more pain.

Siannn....I'm bored. Camp's next week and schedule's not finalized. Damn it lah. And I asked Poh to buy 2 tiaoyinqis too. >$70 invoice then. Wah shit I just smacked my ankles together per habit and I literally jolted with the pain. Wahhhhhh, this is testing my resolve man.

But I'm going to go church tomorrow! The pain shall not stop me! BE GONE PAIN!

*checks*

Well, the first part can come true...

Ugh, stupid chain-emails and spams. Yes people I really believe that if I don't pass on this letter a [boy/girl/man/woman] who has been [raped/skinned/drowned/hanged] will come to my [closet/under bed/above me]