Sunday, March 04, 2007
another boring day. feeling a bit down la. supposed to hav dinner with A3 today at taka. seoul garden and stuff. but father wun let.. hais. guess i'll meet up with em morrow at jared's? hope i can go la. o.O" gosh. my hand itchy like crazy man! seriously need to play ball soon or i may wake up to find my hands rotting on e floor or sum ting. haha. gosh.. bouncing ball in house now. i noe it's inconsiderate. i noe it's rude. but i dun care. whoo. the rebel without a cause.
shawn is over to keep me company. haha. preciate it lol.. later going down to break a bit. dance off the pressure. haha... so sian of being cooped up at home all day.. gotta do sum ting. quick. well anyway. rite now he's gettin his ass trashed by mae bro on nba. o.O" looks like another 100 to 0 kinda score. mae bro is home too. SUPPOSED to be sick.. but hey? he's not. :D haha. lil devil.
HAHA. finally got mae new fone! :D awesomeness... W810I. wasnt e one i initially wanted though.. wanted to go with the W850I. but dat damn ting wasnt in stock, and it cost 388. wen it wuz FINALLY in stock, it sprouted up to 428. o.O" fuckers. lousy asses.. but ya la. technically e same fones, cept if i went with the 850i, i'd hav to pay bout.. wad? 200 bucks? juz fer e extra 3G. yea.. not worth it la. i dun even hav ANY use fer 3G. but anyway.. walkman fone here. so... :D perfect fer a bboy like me. haha.
sian.. gotta do house chores. hmm.. mayb i shud ask bert to come over and help? :) onli guy i noe hu actively does house chores.. pro moppers! and we can come up with a moppers society or sum ting. ladeda. im kinda rambling away here.. mad with confinement. haha. oh yea. joy joy showed me a poem she wrote last nite. im not sure if she wrote it last nite. but she showed it to me last nite online anyway. ahah. :D nice go joy.. realli nice poem. it had repetition and stuff and all e regular devices.. and i can feel some emotion in it. :D so yea. ... hais. im stil too gloomy to write anything decent. ppl tell me it's decent. but it's still morbid and stuff. bout emo closed windows and doors with light behind and all dat repetitive shit. o.O" dats e aspect of poem writing i fear e most. see. to write a poem, u need 2 things. well, as i see it anyway. yea. u need 1. A perspective/point of view. and 2. emotions. u need to be very emotive in particular to write good poems.. the mindset shud be sum ting like.. erm... i wrote it. and i stand by it. sum ting like dat. it's a twisted pride in wad u do in short. haha. yea.. anyway.. since im a bit traumatised from switching collegs and new lifestyle, mae poems reflect mae mood. yea.. so the degree of morbidness in mae poems reflect how moody i realli am. :D im still smiling though. sum tings wrong with me.
kk. im off to cuddle mae new fone and trash shawn at nba too. trashing. try 200-0 sorta score. :D peace.
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