tsk. get the fuck off my fucking back. tsk...
(Tuesday, September 20, 2005)right. where should i fucking start.
oh. yeah. my brother got unofficially married yesterday, actually it's official in the legal term but not to my parents. you see, the parents thinks that if you're not married by culture, like, you know, all those loud ass ching-chong gathering with some form of door breaking to get to the bride, a significant amount of bad singing and intollerable yelling of all sorts (like yamm seng and shouting your son's name with a spice of profanity) and lots of people trying to hit you with a shot of BRANDY (yuck!!!) because you're the married couple's relative or not, who cares, they just wanna get wasted. yes, that is more like a wedding to my parents. if it's quiet and legal, na-ah, nope, it's not a real wedding. yeah, i'm black and i'm from a typical chinese family. complicated.
because everyone's so busy with the wedding, no family member of mine could spare some inconvinience to replenish the big financial gap in the phone bill, the telephone company acted as what i would say decided to be untactful and disregard my supreme urgency to make calls and utilise the internet and shamelessly cut of my phone line since i-don't-fucking-care-when, shame on them. but the internet was still conviniently accessible. two cheers for my ISP for fucking their mother company in the ass. to cut the long story short, they soon found out i was roughing them in the ass and took away my internet connection as well. they're just in rotten mood.
and i managed to leave my phone in the office. and i didn't have any access cash to pump petrol. and i ran out of books to read.
the rumour that if one take away my modern communication privilege i'll panic and run around in circles blabbing reverse chorus of britney spears tunes is nonetheless true. fortunately i found the cure before my sanity was imperialise by the ungodly disturbance; live concert performances. yeah, the saviour was incubus, coldplay, dda, eits, mogwai, rchp and the whole bundle of them fuckers. they were magical, they worked but not really. well, it kept my mind of the handful of domestic fuck-ups a little.
this morning, they handed the over the new house to me as well. the keys they gave me was larger than t-rex scrotum. which was unroutinely followed by a induction for the house. yes, induction, for a house. last time someone gave me an induction about something was when i went to get my car. from my point of view, unless the house is somewhat alive like Rose Red, it is necessary to lead an introduction programme? sunway people are paranoid i suppose. there's more documents regarding the house that i need to settle before we can move in. oh, THERE'S EVEN A GUIDEBOOK FOR THE NEW HOUSE. hell if i know what to do with it. all the material specifications are there.
all the showerheads are provided seperately so it won't be stolen. i wonder who the fuck steals showerheads. must be fucked up in the head to be so ruthless and take a bloody showerhead.
while trying to clear off my workload in the office today, Johnny fed us with live commentary on his wife's labour progress. all the way from the moment his wife went into the ward at 11am till the baby is born at about 4plus. yup, so the little rascal to be is out. girl. she gonna fucking call me 'uncle' when she knows how to speak. fuck. and i'm gonna teach her how to say fuck when she knows how to speak. there's an advantage if you start young, believe me.
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the baby is out but i can't go over and see her cause sue is worried that i might strangle her right there and then. nooo...i'm not allow to go. dad's got some weird superstition about this. don't ask me what. i don't fucking know
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and it rained like a bitch yesterday. right when i was out trying to persuade the bank officer to remit a million bucks into my bank account and we'll split it to two. ok, i just said this so i can publish a photo. sue me. fuck off.
my image host, Ripway is acting up on me. some bloke reloaded my site 50 times today. he must think i'm the shit and if he reloads, frequent enough, i'll update. well, in the end, i did update indeed.
