monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- virginity is like a balloon. one prick all gone. I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change.. An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change.... The world closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close,like brothers... The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change... Chorus: Take me to the magic of the moment, On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change... Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever... The wind of change blows straight, Into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring The freedom bell for peace of mind.. Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say... Take me to the magic of the moment, On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me... Fantastic song by The Scorpions. Absolutely fantastic. I'm depressed. There's no reason why I should be, and I can't seem to find neither reason nor excuse as to why I feel depressed. And that makes it all the more depressing. I'm dead serious. I do not know why I feel this way. I'm leading a pretty good life in camp(got a new post of personal assistant to commander which means more shitloads of work but nothing i can't handle), i've great, concerned friends who yesterday joined me in perfume-sniffing, counterstrike-playing and burger-eating all in the hope of finding a cure for my current state of not-so-well-being. Currently not facing much problems(the same old problems remain stagnant), neither have I undergone some traumatic calamity in the past few weeks. It just feels like some giant vacuum cleaner came in the middle of the night and just sucked the life out of me. Maybe cat was right. Maybe i should just enjoy the feeling of sorrow and misery while I can. Even if i don't have any reason to be morose and vinegary. Maybe i'm just bored. Maybe i'm just tired. Maybe it's just a phase. There, i've written what i felt. And yeah, it does feel slightly better i guess. Vick left for Australia yesterday to resume his studies at Melbourne U. All the best and take care there, dude. I've discovered a new species of human in my camp. Its scientific name, maximus freakus, more commonly known as household pest or conventional irritant. Upon first contact, may not be harmful to human health but frequent contact may lead to headaches, nausea and eventually insanity. This person in camp, we'll just call him retarded teddy bear or RTB for simplicity's sake, has a mix of character traits more deadly and vile than snake bile, or a cup of canadian starbucks coffee for that matter. During working hours, he bosses people around and makes them do stuff for him. Outside, he acts cute and often puts his very sticky arms around people and gives them headlocks or neck grips. Also known for making faggotty comments and disturbing others while in the communal shower, which gets many a showerer irate, and thus provides a more than logical explanation as to why he often finds his undergarments wet after showering. Here's a narrative of my previous encounter. Scene: Toilet, communal shower. After a bad day at work. RTB:(while showering) EH! My Thought Bubble(MTB): Shit. The perfect end to a perfect day. My Actual Response(MAR): Erm. Yah. Yo. RTB: Wah lau, someone stay for so long in the camp already la, experienced already la, forget about me already la, dao la! MTB: Yes, and i presume the next time i see you in the shower i should bring a couch, some popcorn and watch you lux-commercialise yourself. MAR: Didn't see you. You look different.(i know, bad response. stop laughing already.) RTB: Ya la, don't care about me anymore la, just like all my friends. Hmmph. MTB: Friends? Poor guy, having illusions at such a young age. MAR: Ah. Ok. Me: So going outfield? RTB: No. Why? MTB: Nothing, just making casual conversation. For which i should get a commission. MAR: Uh ok me too. RTB: GreaTT!! I'll go to your office and look for you and we can hang out the whole day long!! MTB: (rooted to the spot) MAR: (rooted to the spot) RTB: So how? Can? We'll set up a pool table and play table tennis on it!! Ok? Ok? Ok? Ok? Ok? Ok? MTB: Medic!! MEDIC!! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!!! MAR: (low grunting boarish rhino snort) (we both exit the shower at same time) RTB(pointing at me): Lou4 zi3 dong4? MTB: Look. I don't understand what you're trying to say. Even though it's in mandarin. And i don't really care. But if you're gonna say anymore 3 word mandarin phrases, i'm about to counter with a 4 letter english word plus a bonus hoisting of a finger. MAR: Huh? RTB: HAHAHAHA you don't get it? Lou4 zi3 dong4? LOU4 ZI3 DONG4??!! MTB: Shoo4 piss3 off4. SHOO5 PISS6 OFF7! MAR: Ok. Anyway, i'm off now. Cya guys.
3:06 p.m. - 2004-07-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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