its sorry to say, but its harder to see

currently listening to: NOTHING!!

NEWSFLASH:

MY FUCKIN' IPOD DIED ON ME!! TOTALLY!!

no, it wasnt battery low, hanged, glitched. no it wasnt, it just.. it just... fuckin' DIED!!
it cant play anything because there isnt any.. it would still indicate life at least when i plug it in, back home. but this time, it really died! nothing. nada. no effect. si liao. mati already. its over.. benito. hasta lavista. KO.

all my songs, videos, pictures, podcasts, video podcasts, audiobooks, they all went dis-a- fuckin'-appeared!! i so wanna cry.. she got her name, and dammit i forgot whats her name... BOOHOO!!
and whats worst is that, she died!! waaa... Apple iPod, Designed by Apple in California, Assembled in China, Model A11396., Version 1.1 Dead!
Nov 2005 - Jan 2007. boohooo!!

oh, if only i could audioblog, i would record my present voice right now which sounds more like a wailing like a 2-year old.. resentment.


urh.
oh well, sad thing is that it died. before i took a silent long ass ride from yishun mrt, only to know that the mrt terminates service at toa payoh mrt and i needa take the night rider bus back home which took years just to reach a 'nearby' novena bus stop and a loooong walk back home after that.. this, without my music player partner singing. it just sat on my hands like a dead baby fetus. staring at it, and talking to it, nicely. hoping that it could come back to life. .but to no avail, it still laid dead..
this is like one of those red hot chili peppers moments.

When to descend to amend for a friend, all the channels that have broken
down.
Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up, just to hear you sing it
out.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe what we rely on.
When I lay it on, come get to play it on.
All my life to sacrifice

heey... oh... whatever.

well, went to assile house recently, took a ride all the way to Yishun MRT on an early sunny-ass 6am. and gosh the cabin im in was bustling with students going to school.
but anyways, it was wafting with fresh just-shampoo-ed hair aroma, all kinds of brand, pantene, herbal essences, heads and shoulders, name it, prolly i smelt them. and the zombie eyes.
har har.. i wasnt having then at that time, because i was wasted the night before but went home for routine fun bath. and went to assile house until this happened. and btw, i never stayed home for at least 4 hour everyday at home straight last week. was out all day and night.
oh the fun thing when taking a long ride in MRT early in the morning of a weekday is that you can see many students in diff kinds of attire, its kinda fun to see what kinda dork school have that kinda design for their uniforms..

oh! oh! oh! almost forgot, theres this dork, he used the MRT seat as a desk for him to do his (prolly last minute) homework, serious. darn, i couldnt get a pic of him, but he was sitting cross legged on the floor, and he was writing his shit on a fullscap paper, laid on the plastic corner dual-seat of the mrt. pro-tastic man.



but anyways went to her house for some kinda spring cleaning(im so gonna do that also. soon.) and i got tired, and got hungry, so i raided her fridge and foraging any cereals available in the kitchen.. so i went down to look for some kinda supermarket or minimart for my breakfast fix, but ended up eating macs at northpoint, that wasnt the thing, but after that was whats important.

i got lost in ghetto Yishun.

worst thing is, i forgot what was her house block just now.. and i was just there an hour before this happened.. so i went around countless blocks, going up and down lifts. walked across every different districts, blocks, avenues and streets.. the deeper i go, the more i got lost. and the place there was serious ghetto.. was trash everywhere, ah long spraypaints, cockroach and cicaks covered the walls, warm piss on lifts, playgrounds and railings vandalised with liquid papers as a medium, stolen bicycles locked on lamp post and shit like that, which somehow u could classify the area a mere wasteland. really, the place was some 'third-world-post-war' shit..
so i flagged a cab to yishun mrt, and from there i got back to assile house..

then i re-enected what i saw at her house..

stacks and stacks of school papers and worksheets.
packing them..
assile's primary school book.
school motto: God is my Light...

speechless!

was there when this thing just got erected and lighted up:
Pek Kio Merchants Association
Wishing you, A Happy and Prosperous New Year!
Happy Mew Year!! Mew Year!!
that pig above the flower looks alot cooler compared to the simple ones that ah lian draw with white board markers..
(click to zoom)





some detailed and complex stuff
a working on work..





so yeah, OMG house again,

me: eh, whats the name of your cat again?
OMG: princey
me: princey?
OMG: yeah, princey.. (scoff) what ya expect? royal family, babeh...


princey the cat
dont know if thats cataracts or what, but the red eyes is lookin rad

watched soccer also, singapore made another tie. and theres one part where singapore's goal keeper, lionel lewis(player number 2) got injured and i was like:

YEAH! YEAH!! bring number 1 out! bring number 1 out!!

fyi, Hassan Sunny(player number 1) , is literally OMG's brother..
i did prayers at her house..in the Singapore's soccer player number 1's bedroom. and its been like aeons since i prayed. so, Dear God, please forgive me.
speaking of faith, im still not quite sure when is the result day.
God! i want good things to happen after i recieve my certificate. at least good things to happen. i dont want to die...


continuation:
Audi Le Mans quattro
Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. supercharged, longitudinally-positioned and 6.4 litres of wootness..