Sunday, December 27, 2009
that was how I spent my inaugural salary. @ 21:20
I went out shopping with Dad today.
Even when he did ask me a couple things to break off the ice, I strangely was pissed. Even when he freely added another pair of cute-brown-colored-Gladi I previously wanted to buy as my purchased items but have to be cancelled, making it three [with a pair of black-strapped Gladi I cheerfully picked and an awesome sneakers I couldn't resist *v*. Ah, yes; I'm a Gladiator freak], I was still pissed. Even when he bought me a doze of J.Co and paid me for lunch at a fancy resto, I was still pissed. Even when he offered to help me bringing the stuffs cause I was pretty much occupied with a box of Vans Slip On Classic-Black and several magazines plus comics on the left, two box of the said Gladi and a box of donuts on the other hand; I was still completely pissed.
No, it wasn't because moodswings or bad feelings or what. It's just... simply, him.
I could never forgive him, to be honest.
Thanks to Issa, thanks to my Uke, Yuera Kazuki; thanks to 2 bottles of Pocari and 4 sticks of Richeese cheese paste. I'm getting much better.
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
that was how I spent my inaugural salary. @ 21:20
I went out shopping with Dad today.
Even when he did ask me a couple things to break off the ice, I strangely was pissed. Even when he freely added another pair of cute-brown-colored-Gladi I previously wanted to buy as my purchased items but have to be cancelled, making it three [with a pair of black-strapped Gladi I cheerfully picked and an awesome sneakers I couldn't resist *v*. Ah, yes; I'm a Gladiator freak], I was still pissed. Even when he bought me a doze of J.Co and paid me for lunch at a fancy resto, I was still pissed. Even when he offered to help me bringing the stuffs cause I was pretty much occupied with a box of Vans Slip On Classic-Black and several magazines plus comics on the left, two box of the said Gladi and a box of donuts on the other hand; I was still completely pissed.
No, it wasn't because moodswings or bad feelings or what. It's just... simply, him.
I could never forgive him, to be honest.
Thanks to Issa, thanks to my Uke, Yuera Kazuki; thanks to 2 bottles of Pocari and 4 sticks of Richeese cheese paste. I'm getting much better.
Labels: Spam
i my me mine.
you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.
