Saturday, December 24, 2005

i was taking bus number 145 home one day when something fucking annoying happened.

i made myself comfortable right at the back of the bus, and took out a book to read. (1984, George Orwell) when suddenly a fucking piercing piece of shit sound started screeching within the bus.

thinking it's the bloody TV mobile shit again, i glanced to see what's on the screen.

eh? no TV mobile on this particular bus (thank god for small favors.)

but still, the screeching bullshit persisted. after exonerating TV mobile, i then proceeded to search for the culprit.

sitting 2 rows ahead of me, to the left ( i was seating far right in the rear), were an indian couple. they were probably in their twenties? and the girl, my god, was holding up her bloody 7610 that was literally screaming away like it was alive and being tortured. and the "music" was all treble, coz the fucking speaker in that goddamn phone had no bass whatsoever, and she must've turned the motherfuck volume all the way to the max (and then some..).

they were so engrossed with the demonic sounds that were pouring forth the tortured 7610 that they didn't realise half the bus was staring at them.

i strained a little to check out what the fuck was so worth listening to, at such high volumes. then i realised.

indian music. some kinda girl wailing away. and by wailing, i mean, when the singer recorded the song, she was already wailing. add that to the effect of tiny mobile phone speakers pushed all the way past it's bedtime, and u get wailing layered upon squealing.

fuck that shit man. i was praying that her fucking fone would explode in her face, but nokia apparently didn't forsee their mobiles being used for sound terrorism, so they did not build-in that particular failsafe. (otherwise 7610s would be a suicide bomber's best friend, but i digress.)

i couldnt take the bloody fuck music, so i stood up and walked right up to the front of the bus and sat down. good thing our ears were designed to pick up sounds from the front.

seriously, if you want to listen to music: please use headfones the next time. nobody really wants to listen to whatever you are listening to. WE ARE NOT INTERESTED.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

my blog is dying of neglect.

im still fucking undecided which goddamn uni to study. surprise surprise. although i've been practically telling every relative im going to uni of melbourne, im still undecided. what a fucker this is..

im still out of job.

im still waiting for the SPCA to call me. yes i volunteered to be a dog walker. a piss-poor pauper like me doing volunteer work. im being demoted from my upper-management position in Hell for this.

christmas is 10 days away. i dont know what to get my girlfriend and my christmas-gift-buying-buddy.

what i DO know is what i want.

I want,

1) a Sinn watch
2) lifting straps
3) a nice bespoke cap which i wont catch anyone else wearing
4) someone to buy my 12" Powerbook (1.5 GHz, 1.25GB Ram, 100GB HDD, SuperDrive, Tiger OS. Online retail price SG$3400, onespareforward's price = $2700 neg. comes with original box + accessories.)