dance my days away

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send you the rough draft
i'll seal it with tears

as i dance my days away
the time seems to come to a halt
as i turn to look away
i seal my life into a keyless vault

i'm all about them, words.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005
- 7:30 PM
the cab ride

here's my personal recount of what happened today. was on my way to meeting joseph, kianlong n linus.. and the 401 gang. i was runnin late, so i decided to take a cab. i boarded the first cab, the only cab at the stand. turns out he was only going to choa chu kang (i later found out that he wasnt). alighted and went on to the cab behind. the puzzled cab driver asked why i alighted the other cab, so i told him. and guess wad, he started cursing and swearing, telling me that that cabbie didn't want to get me to orcahrd as it wasnt worth it. i guess u dont earn as much if u drive there or sumthn cos of traffic jams. so he was cursing and swearing. hearing those vulgarities.. urrrgh.

i really wonder why ppl require the use of vulgarities. why must ppl spew profanities in every sentence they make. "this is so BLOODY expensive", "i am so FUCKIN screwed" or "you are so DAMN retarded". wads the point? you're making your sentence longer (thus wasting your efforts on redundant words), and you're also making urself seem so much less inteliigent. ok, then maybe you might argue that the words are to stress the intensity/severity of the matter. i mean, why cant u just say "i'm SO screwed". you're already stressing the severity of it. adding another word doesnt really do much. and since profanities make u look so uneducated, i mean, it's no wonder some ppl are "SO FUCKIN screwed".

i'm feeling very pissed right now. i guess it's cos zhiwei broke my diablo2 cd. urgh. bastard. and he claims it was already broken when he received it. then why the hell was he able to play the first few times. then an argument could probably be that it was semi-broken, so the condition got aggravated naturally and thus it's now broken. urgh. next time im gonna borrow daryl tay zhuo raei's stuff, break em, and then tell him they were already on the verge of breaking already, so it jsut naturally degenerated. i mean, if it's so convenient to give such an excuse, then it's certainly something worth doing to those u detest. but seriously, all im trying to say is dat this is really not acceptable as an excuse. taking my analogy on breaking daryl's stuff, i mean, that's just absurd wad. (and erm, daryl, if you're reading this, no hard feelings man, just using u as an example). but well, i dont expect any form of payment or anythn. jsut a shoutout to ppl out there, when u borrow stuff, make sure it retains it's condition, that's the least you could do for a friend (i mean, u'd normally borrow from friends rite).

alrite. dat's abt it for todae. im feeling better already. this avenue to vent out my frustrations might actually be effective. it's definitely a lot healthier than ppl hu drown their sorrows in alcohol. the only thing alcohol is good for is to find out whether a person has died a happy or sad death. i mean, if u're drowning ur sorrows in ur martini, u'd probably die with half a liver left, and then looking at your liver, everyone will noe whether u were a happy man or a sad man. perhaps?

eh.