3rd
November 2001
Didn’t
make it for the Darude gig after all. Too sleepy… Also found out that Sander
Kleinenberg was better on the ears than Darude. At least I saved from having to
solve reasons put out (Nov 1st) Had a strange feeling I might have
walked into a whole club full of feng tau Ah lien’s and Ah
Beng’s*. And besides…Roger Sanchez and Satoshi Tomiie are spinning on
the 30th J
Greener pastures on the other side… always.
Just
yesterday the most ridiculous argument occurred….. it went along the lines of
A:
Why are you wearing string underwear?
B:
Cuz the rest of my things are in still being shipped in.
A:
What do you think you’re trying to do wearing string underwear? What are you
doing? Some performance or something??!!!! And why are they coloured?
B:
Because they made them so *walks off*
A:
Why do you lie so much? Huh? In the end you’re the only lying to yourself!!!
B:
*couldn’t be fucked to answer*
And
the logic of that argument is? Still trying to figure that one out.
Considering
kickboxing classes. Lotsa peeps are doing it. Could this be in response to the
Ally McBeal series? Or do they have the same reasons I do? But apparently the
guys say that kickboxing classes are filled with women. Damn….
Then
there was the consideration of singing lessons.. could be fun to learn not to
croak.. Maybe I should take a class in making my mind up.
Then
there’s the loan I was considering to take from my parents to buy myself an
AUTOMOBILE! Yes my very own car! But of course the financing it part would be
anything but exciting. There are a few options:-
1)
Pay
2K for a VW bettle and then spend another 4K doing an overhaul
2)
Pay
25-40 K for a citreon ZX/Honda civic/ Fiat Punto.
3)
Pay
13-24K for a Kancil… a sadder excuse for a car than a Cinquecento.
4)
Pay
30-45 K for a Proton.
Personally
I’d prefer a 220K for a Porsche Boxster. We’re talking second hand of
course.
Collected
my luggage from the cargo warehouse… finally. Have what I need but have
shiteload of other stuff still stuck in Cardiff. I.e 13 pairs of shoes.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO??
Maybe
it’s me but cab drivers are really quite characters to talk to. Back in
Cardiff I’ve been known to have small talk to political debates with cab
drivers but hey who’d expect it to be so back here too? But the most
interesting cab driver I’ve met yet had to be the one with Japanese and Welsh
descendants. Blond hair with blue eyes encased in Japanese eyelids and answers
to the name Takaharu is just too unique.
This
is not working, this is totally bland and dead boring. This has to be the result
of proper sleeping times(falling asleep at 9pm these days), routine and lack of
caffeine! I’m not gonna write until something more inspiring comes along.
I
can be your hero baby
I
can kiss away the pain
I
will stand by you forever
You
can take my breathe away
Will
you swear you will always be mine
Will
you lie would you run and hide
My
own two feet have I lost my mind
I
don’t care, you’re here tonite.
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