well i simply must blog. i mean i have not been blogging for awhile. not crappy stuff at least. but no i won't even attempt to make this post sound crappy or funny.
but it just might.
well what a day. full of spice, swearing and shit. oh and did i say swearing?
you will not believe what went through my mind when i opened the newspaper today. so apparently Cristiano Ronaldo, my ex-hero and the person i used to admire the most, and the person whom i thought was the best damn footballer on the planet, and the person i though was most integral to Man Utd, and the person that i looked up to, said he wanted to join Real Madrid. that backstabbing piece of crap. hope he rots in the reserves.
anyway, then of course i carried out my usual day, mugging cause essentially, today is my last day to mug for blocks before i leave for the hols. so yeah, i was mugging and then suddenly da sao called and asked me: "Eh Bryan you coming or not?". ehhh.. so apparently i forgot that i had to meet her to do pw trial. had to meet her at 12.30pm, and she called at 12.30pm. so i took my lunch in 10 minutes and rushed over. only. halfway through the journey i realised that i didn't know how to go there.
good job Bryan.
so long story short, by the time i reached, she finished the trial, and well, i just took the bus home. how exciting, and absolutely scintillating.
three cheers for Bryan('s memory)
*clap, clap, clapclapclap*
ah well. so i just got on the bus and made my way home. and there's this thing about buses that is absolutely interesting. cause you see, i always have these funny observations on the buses that fuel my (now slowly declining) humor. actually, they don't. what was i saying? i mean, what i see on the buses are not funny, and besides, i don't have a good sense of humor.
right.
anyway. i mean, i could actually collate all my sightings on the buses, form some kind of Bus-sights of the Rich and Famous, or Chronicles of Buses, and try to jump into the bandwagon of instant success. just like how some authors jumped into the Da vinci Code bandwagon of success. and i am totally not referring to The Last Templar. which was a crappy book by the way.
i mean, let's actually take a look at all the past sightings in buses. if i don't remember wrongly, i had two or three. and the more prominent one was that time when i was in the bus on the way home, and i saw this guy lying face down on his girlfriends, well, uh... lap. you know, lap. and of course the other time where a girl was lying down on another girls lap.
well today's sighting wasn't that bad. just this roughly 10 year old boy playing GTA Vice City Stories on the PSP, which is rated M18 of course.
well apparently that didn't exactly set in. 10 year old, playing a game meant for 18 year olds? what is the world coming to?!
and he played damn well too. seriously, he had a bright future ahead of him, if he decides to become a full time slacker and gamer.
ah well. and of course yesterday was equally memorable. i mean, who actually wins at a mahjong game on the first day he learns the game? man. i took like what, 45 minutes - 1 hour to learn the game (which i thought was impossible to learn for the 17 years of my existence), and i actually won 1 game.
i was happy (:
and of course Liu Zhen's bad english that sounded damn wrong. won't say what cause i am a clean guy. in fact i'll just pretend i didn't understand what it meant.
and this post is descending into gradual randomness
so i'll just stop here and leave it hanging like that.
byebye
posted @ 9:26 PM |