Even fingers can be deadly..

(p.s. for st*p*d people out there it reads: blood)

Nehh!!

I was so darn bored all the way, and didn't have the mood to update this annoying piece of page.

First i'll just dump in a synopsis of what happened durig the past few days:

Thursday:

I went to West Coast area (under the block which i lived in before) and played guitar with my bandmates from 1600-2000h, and tried hijacking internet access with my laptop (but it didn't work and i didn't want to do it anyway). Saw some Bukit Viewans passing by. They had their sports heats @ Clementi stadium on that day. I was not so sure if those people still recognise me. Then i went home at 2100h.

Friday:

I woke up at 1200h and got ready to go for my Friday prayers at the mosque. When i came back my mum told me that her ex-colleagues were on their way here. So i went out again and bought stuff. When they arrived at 1530h, i asked some of them about poly admission and stuff. Glad i could use the extra help. After that i got real bored, as usual.

Saturday:

Finally the day of the band meeting came. I was the one organising it so it was quite tough to face up. Especially trying to be informal even though the meeting was a serious one. I met them behind Jurong library at 1200h. And, as usual without realising my capability i managed to pull it off! Then two of the members went home and me and the rest went to Aloha Cybercafe at WSCC to play some LAN games. We played Battlefield, Left 4 Dead and Counter Strike:Condition Zero. As usual notice that the games i play are all FPS games. Then i went home at 1600h. At night they called and asked if i wanted to join them at the coffee shop and watch a very big match between Liverpool and Manchester United, a match all the d*cks in the world are blabbering about. But i declined their invitation. My mum didn't allow me to go out =(

Sunday:

Furniture came to my house on this day when i woke up. My cousin was moving house so she passed some nice uwanted furniture to us. Thought of playing soccer when it rained. Badly. Some of ya who were out on Sunday would surely know the damages caused by the wind. My sis and her friend were in Jurong library on that day and took pictures of the aftermath. Go check her blog to see those stuff allrightes =D Then in the evening my auntie and two cousins came for a visit. They went home at 2300h. And stupid thoughts came to my mind as usual when i have totally nothing to do.

Monday:
And so it's the start of a new day in a new week which brings us to a new chapter in our lives. And for the most of us mature people the new week started the day before right? Hahas. I woke up freshly baked at 0930h and took a long bath after i did my routines. Played wolfteam for 2 hours, then i went to the bank to PROUDLY PUT MY COOL ORIGINAL UNIQUE thumbprint on the bank slip before posting the whole lotta stack into the litter box. Oops i meant the post box ;> Then i made my way to Ngee Ann Poly at 1400h to get my colour vision test. And as i had expected i was the only one queuing up for it. I took a number, went to the computer and did a few lame childish tests. And guess what? The results stated that i have PERFECT colour vision!! Wah -.- so what. And what i find most ridiculous was that i was in Poly for no more than 10mins. Totally a waste of time and transport, seriously. I got home at 1530h and slept till 2200h. I ate dinner and here i am typing this whole lotta crap for you guys. Don't blame me yea =D

Well i have maybe a few more things to write about.

Imagine when you're a child and have totally nothing to play with at home. Always wanting to go out and finding entertainment, enjoy doing things that rich well-to-do kids find idiotic. Stuff like making friends with a stray cat, climbing a tree, hiding(for no reason), jumping above bushes, licking juices off flowers, going up and down lifts, stuffing dried leaves into letter boxes, playing soccer with a tin can, and going up and down the playground. Do you people call that PLAYING? No right? That's what some people call playing. People like me. I would love to call myself a roadside boy. With totally no knowledge of technology, arts or fashion. These were the reasons why i had no comments when asked about my childhood. To be honest, i couldn't even imagine a small helpless boy going out everyday after school to play. To him it was playtime. He didn't even know what the word 'play' meant to the other kids his age. He saw them with boxes which they talk to, wheels on shoes, and even a flat cube where you can see lights flashing when buttons are pressed. He didn't even know about things called mobile phones, or rollerblades, or even the GameBoy. He didn't know those are toys. To play with. Yet life goes on for me.

Do you pity these kind of children? I don't. And i was glad i could be indepedent at such a young age and got the chance to be close to the nature around us. And most of all i didn't need to trouble my parents at all.

Times slowly changed. Now i feel like a 17-year-old body with a 20-year-old soul. I could understand things that people of my age couldn't understand. This was why i knew what people had done, how they did it, and why they did it. And as a boy who had a misperception of the word 'entertainment' , i slowly grew up to learn things that even a four-year-old toddler knows. I was behind time.

Now that i managed to catch up, i have a box which i can talk to (my handphone), another box which i can play Left 4 Dead with (my laptop), and another box which makes music when i wear earplugs made of Silicon (my MP4 Player).

And as a boy who didn't experience techology, i grew up to be a guy who is a technology fanatic. I have to admit i love playing games. But why can't people understand? Is it so hard for people to understand? I didn't experience games when i was small and now that i've grown, so what? Can't i still enjoy games? Why are you getting in the way? Do you know how i feel now? That i couldn't experience all this when i was still young? Why are you preventing me now that i am trying to get a taste of life? Please i beg you not to even try to stop me.

That was all i had to rant about (cooling down). Oh wait, there's another one. I seriously don't understand people who like songs sung by ST*P*D BL**DY CHIPMUNKS! Dude that's out of fashion. I hate how they spoil my favourits songs like Dragonforce-To the Fire and Flames. Go and D*E!

I took a bus to Bukit panjang Plaza one day and a Secondary school BOY (i feel shameful to call him a guy) sat beside me. He switched on the song Jay Chou-Cai Hong on his phone to speaker mode. Well i liked the song so i didn't mind. But then something happened that made me change the perception of the song in my mind. After the song ended it played again, this time a chipmunk version. God d*mn*t it was so awful! Curse you boy. Now the song is stuck in my head.

Well i have camp tomorrow morning. I don't really wanna stay up too late. And those of yuo reading my blog at this kind of time, get a rest!

Haiz i am really tired. Well then, my post ends here i guess.

Ja nehh. Oyasumi!

Az1=D