My life is so fucking boring. I want to blog but I've really got nothing to blog about. The only events I've got in the near future are...

1) Sending my roll of black and white film for processing at Ruby Photo. (Monday)
2) Collecting my tapered jeans from Far East Plaza. (Monday)
3) Trading my Xbox 360 for a replacement at Funan. (Wednesday)
4) Collecting my film from Ruby Photo. (Wednesday, hopefully, but I doubt he'd be done with it that fast. I hope it's not another disaster roll since this one cost twice as much...)

And then... Yea that's it...

I have nothing left but to hope that life magically becomes interesting after I turn 18.

So many fish there in the sea
I wanted you, you wanted me
That's just a phase, it's got to pass
I was a train moving too fast

Didn't understand what to see
Yeah, then I got a different view
It's you...no.

Wait, I'm gonna give it a break.
I'm not you friend,
I never was.
I said wait, I'm gonna give it a break.
I'm not your friend,
I never was.

So many fish there in the sea
She wanted him, he wanted me
That's just a phase, it's got to pass
I was a train moving too fast

Yeah, I know you warned me
But this is too important
Now I got a different view
It's you...

Why can't you wait?
I'm gonna give it a break
I'm not you friend,
I never was
I said wait, I'm gonna give it a break
I'm not you friend,
I never was.

I love this song. It's about a Love Triangle I've been told. I nearly died laughing when I realised it went...

I wanted her, she wanted me...

Then...

I wanted her, HE wanted me...

Hahahaha

RECORDING. I do not want to see you for a long time. You, stupid little red sign, are representative of the cold, dry air. The tense atmosphere. The stress. And the fucking door that will never accept my fingerprint. All that negativity aside, it was pretty fun working with Marucs on our show: LEET SPEEK!

I am completely and utterly bored out of my mind. Scouring the internet for entertainment till three in the morning and then sleeping till two in the afternoon. It isn't exactly the party lifestyle I aspired to lead.

But this is real life, not Entourage. When there's no schoolwork, you get real work. Some shit $5.50 job at a fast food joint would probably give me something to do. And put a little bit in my wallet too. Unfortunately, I am not willing to go home smelling like fried chicken for $5.50 an hour so I'm hoping for my old, more lucrative job. Transcription for my neighbour. Unfortunately, again, last time I did it I was slightly tardy with the work. So I'm not sure if she'd want me to do them again. But I'll ask her anyway when I go return her DVD and novel.

I actually feel guilty since everyone else I know seems to be working or searching for a job. The only thing I've been searching for today is new screenshots and gameplay videos for Fuel. This new racing game which looks like an incredible way to waste a week of my life. Unfortunately it comes out in May, which is forever away and my Xbox is dead.

So as far as entertainment is concerned, Video Games are a no go. But all is not lost! I am visiting my friends from Drama Club tomorrow afternoon. They are a great bunch of people and one of the few things I miss about Secondary School. Save the Chicken Curry Noodles perhaps... Oh and yes the great Friends and Teachers of course.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't troubled. Music, as always, is my Paracetamol.

"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."

Sometimes it's out of cowardice. Sometimes it's... No, it is always out of cowardice. Just different reasons. One, not having the courage to go through with what needs to be done. Two, being afraid of the repercussions of reaching out. Being seen as a busy body, a wannabe psychologist and god knows what else paranoia serves up at three in the morning.

Which is stupid.

Thus I come to the conclusion that in our remarkable society...

Caring is creepy...

Valentines Day is possibly my least favourite day. Ever. Yes, it is the ever so cliched "Oh Valentines Day sucks when you're single." I can't help but feel the love in the air and be miffed because I can't get any of it. It's like walking past Famous Amos without any cash. "Free Smells" just don't cut it.

This is the sort of blog post some people would show to their friends and comment about how pathetic the writer is. Talk about how they have been in a relationship and know it's no big deal. Talk about how he should just go out and find a girlfriend.

I say, go fuck yourself.

That whole Valentines-Day-Sucks drum beating aside...

This Valentines Day was pretty good. I stayed at home the whole time though. Three of my Dad's friends came over. Two were photographers by trade. So I had a great conversation with them. Talked about techniques and eventually equipment.

Yes, yes I know "you can get a great photograph with a $50 camera." I know I've said that too many times. Lots of photos I take get fucked up because of the Camera I have. I make sure to get the ISO right, but the pictures still end up grainy. It's a poor quality camera by 2009's standards. I spoke to him about getting a D90 and he said he could get me a good price. Talked to Mum about it and she say's she'd pay half for it.

Going to watch Slumdog Millionaire tommorow with my friend. I've heard rave reviews about it so I need to go catch it.

Later folks!

Andrew's a star fighter pilot
He can get high in his jet
Tells me about all his women
He can get any i'll bet

Andrew's a star fighter pilot
He knows all the girls in the world
He's better than james kirk or tweeky
I cradle his picture at night

You know i'll think of you
Your picture on the wall
I would raise my drink to you
But i'll stay sober just for you

Andrew's a star fighter pilot
I watch him on tv each day
I've got all the toys from his programme
And all of his past shows on tape

Happy 18th Birthday Dudette. It's been a blast. Now you're all grown up. Remember, you're old enough to drink, drive and smoke. Now just don't mix the first two and never ever do the latter. Remember, you're now now old enough to get arrested and trailed in court hahaha!

It's been great knowing you.

I'll let one year of photos do the talking.



Sorry man, I know it's still the 8th now but I'm bogged down with work. I'll post this now so I don't forget it later.

Everytime a dead frog turns up at our doorstep, courtesy of Brewski, comedy somehow manages to show it's goofy face.

It starts with the typical...

"Wha? Oh fuck..."

Then we argue over who has to clean up the mess.

Then my dad says something funny about how Brewski just thought of the frog as a toy but didn't know how to play with it and ended up breaking it.

Then my mum would give my dog a moral lecture about killing animals for no reason at all.

Really, at the expense of the poor frog... Everyone had a good laugh.

"The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is you will be. And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time until you can't feel a thing. Trust me on this."

Well, one time already. It really does hurt. Woah, really bad. The music playing when found out didn't help either. Time To Pretend by MGMT. A song about the stupid things you've done and moving on.

You know. Maybe it's just plain stupid to be upset over something like this. Severance can be freedom.

Yes.

Feel Sad.
Feel Angry.

Then pick up the pieces and move on. Quit your bitching Nancy. You knew what you got into you stupid naive moron.

Oh and I am this close to going fritz on the next poor bastard to piss me off. Do not fuck with me.

I am sick. I don't know why, but it's been a week already. Waking up every morning has become a struggle to not wretch my guts out on the bathroom floor. It's a vicious cycle. I wake up with an empty stomach and feel hungry. But at the same time I feel nauseas so eating is difficult. It's so frustrating. I want to shrivel up and die. Worse still is I am beginning to worry I might be slightly emetophobic. Which makes matters even worse.

The Dad/Doc says it's stress related but honestly, I don't really feel that stressed. Maybe it's hypochondria. I'm just anxious.

Arg, I hate my body and my body hates me.

Well, apart from my deteriorated health... I am glad this semester is coming to a close. Need to drag my corpse two more weeks before I can go sleep for two months. It's sad that we have to go through 4 months of suffering just to enjoy those 2 months of holidays.

It's not living life anymore, it's just trying to survive it. 4 months at a time, waiting for 2 months of holidays. I live for those birthday parties at Clarke Quay, Chalets, playing video games at Cathay Cineplex, watching movies...

Oh there is so much to life.

I need to Go Out these holidays.

There is just something incredibly cool about Interpol. Maybe it's the suits they wear. The way Carlos D plays his Bass at his knees. The way David Kessler does that weird hopping dance thing while playing rhythmn. The way Paul Banks sings with that raspy, pained voice.