That day, when I was trying to find the connectors, I found this! Hahaha… A long-time-no-see keychain!
Hmm I wondered what else will I find if I had not found the connectors after that.
Anyway, it’s nice to be watching tennis in my room! Miotv, on my desktop computer, with the tv tuner’s analog inputs. I shall find a way to make things HD. It’s ESPN HD channel, by the way. Lol…
A new week…
Hopefully it will be be good. Erasing all previous happenings…
Sidenote: I like reading blogs that updates frequently. Be it crap or what, but at least have to be of substance. Yeah.
What kind of substance? It really depends. Lol. The funny thing is, the blogs are not in the list that I have put up here.
Another sidenote: things owed shall be returned. Things wrong shall be undone. I am going to do a stock check on my stuffs. Some people have not been bothered to return things to me.
Basically, I have forgotten what I have been doing on Monday, so I think there’s nothing really significant. I could not even remember where was dinner. Was it jap? Or was it more jap? Or was it Western?
I don’t seem to be able to recall.
Someone help me. But then, I don’t think anyone will bother to help.
So be it.
I think they went for dinner at T3, while jerm and I stayed back to do shit. Yeah, going to T3 while clearing shit, is not a very interesting thing to do. Plus, going to T3 is a freaking waste of time sometimes. Waste the time, but only when I have the ability to waste it.
Another insignificant day.
So be it.
Really, not much memory of the week. I simply cannot remember anything.
Forgetfulness, is a bliss.
I think I went over to JE, only to realize that the phone protective film is still not available. I have a scratch on my phone anyway, but that was not because there is no protect film. It’s no protective cover.
So be it.
I think I had dinner with lt on this day, at westmall. Order the siao siao geisha gozen. Ate until siao.
Work? No idea.
So be it.
Ok, this was the day to remember. I ate fastfood for all my meals.
In the morning, lt suggested mac for breakfast. And he was so kind to be wanting to contact everyone to ask them if they were interested. I asked him to contact the IA students + ivan, while I contact the perm people.
Can you imagine, calling, and the phone’s off. Can you imagine, sms, but no reply. Can you imagine, calling, and no one picks up the phone?
No one owes me any explanation for this. No one. It’s just crap to try to be nice. Lk has decided not to be too nice already.
Thank you.
And so, breakfast was mac. Lunch was burger from the mess. Dinner was KFC.
I love it when the weather reflects my mood. I love to be in the rain. I love to be walking slowly in the rain.
Watched soccer at night. Was super pissed when the streaming’s gone dead.
It’s all linked to the day’s happenings.
So be it.
Tennis afternoon. Played like crazy. The sun’s hiding, which was a good thing. It rained while on my way back home. Good.
Clicked in the miotv menu, and chose ‘espn package’. Yeah.
Watched soccer. Actually, not really in the mood to be watching. I think, I am too easily disturbed by things that freaking do not concern me. It’s just that, I am over-sensitive, or I am correct to be sensitive.
As usual, no one owes me any explanation. Lk is nice no more, remember?
People just don’t give a damn about what I think.
So be it.
Tennis afternoon. Played like crazy. I realised that, instead of playing ‘smiling tennis’, playing ‘strict tennis’ caused me to serve better. Especially when I starting thinking of all the stupid things that have happened over the months. Even when my right elbow hurt, I did not care. I just keep serving at my full strength. Ball after ball. Boom.
Soon, my right elbow will give way, most probably.
So be it.
Everyone, including me, keeps secrets. Yeah. There’s nothing wrong with this. A secret, is not meant to be shared, unless, there’s mutual trust and understanding.
I have my own fair (or unfair, whichever way you choose to see things) share of secret trading. When I let a cat out of the bag, that person must have gained my 100% trust. I share secrets, in order to see things from others perspective.
But sometimes, this is not mutual. Yeah. Or rather, NEVER MUTUAL.
I simply hate it when someone knows something that I don’t know, and then, instead of finding out behind-the-scene (which is something I think I am extremely gifted in, especially online), I ask directly, and I get a wall.
Common replies that I get are as follows (in no order of hatefulness, in order of memory)
When I get any of the above replies, the first emotion will be hurt, the second one will be anger. Maybe, it’s a mix. There’s something that I do not know, and I am not required to know. It’s like a missing piece of jigsaw puzzle. Actually, I won’t be angry, if the reply is one that has a bit of sincerity in it. I hate it when the reply is peppered with smugness, with arrogance. It’s like saying ” yeah I know something that you don’t know about. Neh neh ni bo bo.”
So be it. You can say that I am ill-tempered. I don’t care. This is Lk. Lk is kpo by default.
Maybe I am just…. not trustable enough.
Lk style is as follows: everyone deserves 80% trust. It’s easy to reduce this trust, and hard to rebuild it up once it’s lost.
Very, very hard.
Is there still anyone out there who can have my 100% trust?
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And I don’t know why, it’s been so long, and why are they still harping on suchthings? I have already told them the result, what else do they want?
The result is like this. No matter what you all trying to stir out, to encourage, to help, the result is still like this. I have spent time and energy trying to get into something, and now, I am trying to get out as soon as possible. It may take months, even years.
So please, I beg all of you jokers out there. STOP IT.
Lk is all out of luck this season. Lk is a sentimental piece of shit…
Sounds wrong, but who cares.
A new month, is not going to make any difference to me.
July…
Oh well, don’t want to write too much this morning. That’s all.
I was waiting to see what the other side has to say, with regards to the email. If I read the email, and already felt like strangling someone, the other side will surely feel like just finishing off someone with something.
And indeed, someone did send a nice email back. Yay.
Let’s see if there’s other things possible to shoot…
Wahaha…
Really. He just don’t get it.
It’s like this…
When you are angry and pissed and disappointed and whatever, and you take a moment to cool down, to do other things, to see other things, after a while, you feel nothing.
You start to ask yourself, why are you so pissed over such things.
Reactions, are all relative. I am angry with respect to an event. You are sad with respect to some incident. He is pissed with some other things. It’s all relative to a particular person. A particular happening.
A particular disturbance.
As it is true for all disturbances in the world, they get weaker and weaker as time goes by. A ripple caused by a small pebble thrown into a pond is able to propagate a distance. And then, it died down, and the pond is back to its peaceful state.
So serene.
Oh yes, of course, some people may say, the top seems peaceful, but the bottom is scary. But that’s another story for another time. LOL.
So, actually, why was I angry and pissed? Hmm…
Ok, end of weekends once again.
For this weekend, I had done quite a bit of useless things. Since they were useless, there’s no point discussing them here. Yeah. I just mention it so that I know that I have done some useless things.
And I managed to make the soup on Saturday noon. Yummy! It’s a pot full of sweet corn, carrot, radish, potato, tomato, onion, spare ribs, and evaporated milk.
Tennis on Saturday as usual. Lots of people at the courts. The last time when there were lots of people in the courts, was due to Federer winning the French Open last year. Saturday’s strange turnout was most probably due to the crazy tie-break between Isner and Mahut.
There were so many people, and we ended up at the wall. Actually, hitting the wall can be quite interesting. It’s like challenging yourself. And we could even play squash, tennis-style. Maybe we will call it squanis or what…
Yeah. Hitting the wall, is better than talking to a wall. At least when you hit the wall, the ball bounces back. Usually the wall doesn’t really talk back pretty well.
Went to JE. The screen protector for Galaxy S was once again sold out. The shop owner has said that he will reserve 1 for me next week. Since he said that, I shall wait then.
Sunday was a home day. Been stoning the whole day, watching TV, doing absolutely nothing really productive, and stoning around, eating, etc. Nothing interesting. Played some games here and there. Programmed some codes here and there. Watched some drama here and there.
Somehow watched the Germany-England match. Bye England. Anyway, it’s quite sian to watch a match, and there is no one to discuss it with. Makes me feel damn duhz only. And the streaming is not co-operating.
Ok, maybe it’s time to sleep soon. Bathe, dry hair, and then sleep.
