flashbacks ;sweetmisery

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Broken faith and wasted breath

Marilyn Manson is really good when you're in a really bad mood, when you've got streams of tears running down your face because you're too gawddamn pissed off and that you can't really vent your anger in any other way already other than screaming your head off and then getting screamed at the mother instead for being such a... The brother is one big fuck. Damn, the whole family is screwed. Sometimes like now I think it's too bad I'm here. But then again I love them so much I wanna make them proud but now it seems like nothing I do ever matter what the fuck. Okay now I'm feeling better, don't worry I won't go nutty and start slitting my wrist because oh, the pain I suffer is so so much that the pain from the blade is nothing. Roll eyes x 10000000. And no, all that above are just... senseless words. Ignore. Man, it's quite a wonder how heavy metal songs can calm me down. I mean, they weren't supposed to be used for calming people down, I think.

Okay. Four things I did today:

Conferencing with Victor and min till 3am in the morning.

Meeting them up at Dhoby Ghaut and then deciding to walk over to Cityhall for an interview at Gloria Jeans instead.

Queuing for donut, and helping Anet and Rachel queue too.

Scream at everyone at home minus the sister. (& esp the irking brother.)

Tomorrow's kBox day with Yuxuan, Victor and min. Moolah out but no moolah in. Rah. At least we somehow have got the weekend job Alvin's offering as back up for now, lest Gloria Jeans does not get back to us even though we have JY's recommendation woohoo. Hmm *dholl has got nice stuffs.

9/19/2007 08:12:00 PM