The Star-Strangled Bandaid

i'm happy to announce the end of ITP.

1 hour and a few minutes to go.
why am i so happy to go? this is a lovely company. with all honesty...yes.
on a more...greedy note, i have claimed 3 lunches in total.

haha!

i'm sitting here listening to "Battery" by some metallica cover band and wondering what am i still doing here..
and yes, the pay i got is fucking low.
i can feel more hormones jumping and screaming. must be the cold..
have i mentioned that the room i'm in is fucking fucking cold.

we roll on.

check out the new site. new wall paper. nice wall paper. pretty wall paper. Mezza's site.
check back often. new stuff will be there..soon. instead of just stupid old thoughts and poems.

i'll be leaving soon. where to? i don't know.
back to specialist?
no.
i don't wish to.

i can hear screams from random places from this room. i don't know why.
and yes, maybe the room is haunted. either that or it's saying farewell to me.
oh well, at least i know i made a new friend somehow along the way.

why doesn't a pretty succubus visit me in my sleep?

oh well, time to go and lo-bo...for an hour and i'm out.

i'm wondering if i can claim something else within my last hour here?


...run away you fools.

1 fucking day left to the end of ITP.
btw, happy fourth.
yes yes...independence day.
symbolic in a way considering how we're going to be free soon.

i'm dreading to go back to school mainly because of the spec.
but then, it could be a good thing. back to where it all makes sense again...at least for me.

finally. things are moving on. things are untangling itself. and finally...we are getting to work again.
sigh. shit happens no?

knn...just got my paycheck. ccb.
fucking low pay and all.
i think i'm going to cry.
heh heh...yes i'm a baby.
a fucking big baby at it.

gonna smoke now...catch you guys later.

okay. technically..there's like 1 day and a few hours to go. but once my boss leaves i can leave.
..and he's leaving soon. which means...i can go home!
.....but then, i'll wait for b.

fuck..the room is fucking cold. fuck fuck fuck.
bloody hell...sitting in here listening to asche zu asche. and thinking weird shit.
i wonder how much i'll be getting tmrw....more than 420?
that's the speculations from the other interns...

what then...what the fuck...only 420?
i just finished up my report and log book. knn.
total paid: 740 singapore dollas.

bloody fuck. i wrote that the wage should be higher. in the report that is. knn..
..i hope the school reads the fucking report.

i just claimed one more lunch from one colleague. making the total free lunch count to: 2.
tmrw i'll be getting another! yay!
free lunch free lunch!

fuck the government. fuck fuck fuck. all the price increase of the fucking ciggies are driving me nuts.
i wish i could do something about the prices. lower them perhaps?

....hmmm..maybe i should to claim a breakfast. heh..

2 more fucking days. fuck fuck fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.

days can't go as slow as this.

and that specialist is a pain in the arse.
pretty boy with a gun. bang bang fun fun.

herion unload my gun.
lalala..fuck..this is fucking boring. fuck fuck fuck. fuck this shit.
what the fuck am i typing?
i have reached a vegetative state.

specialist...fuck fuck fuck. i hate it all.
*ka-pwing!*
sigh.

anyone interested in the black zodiac?
yes it's good..and i actually think the angry princess in 13 ghosts is pretty...
...am i crazy? or do i believe so much in self mutilation?
oh well...the torn prince is also quite handsome...ah but yes...the jackal is god.
well..he is in my screen now. so...heh.

*mommy! mommy! i wanna be 'the jackal' when i grow up!*

yeah..the fucking jackal. head trapped in a cage and i'm trapped in my brain.
tit for tat.
fuck fuck fun fun.
extacy!!!!!!!!!

pretty girl on extacy..

bye bye. see you soon...!! :)



....fuckhead! sucker! fuck fuck fuck fuck! why does f-u-c and k make up the word fuck? where did it originate from?!!?!?

...fuck off and die asshole.


......get lost.

Cry for a Cat.
Crush the Car.


Fuck people.
You all suck. Suck dog shit and die. Motherfuckers
Yes, you
I hope your parents will burn in hell for your transgressions.
..and you know what I hope for?
To be the one torturing your parents!
I'll run them over with cars and trucks till they're broken and bleeding and still continue running them over.

this is not happening to me. this is not happening. why the fuck is this happening?
i don't know? perhaps i do know but the brain refuses to yield.

*sigh*

specialist specialist specialist. why does everything have to come to such...

*sigh*

any editors wanna join the group?

i feel this is one story that'll end tragically. i don't know why. don't ask...and yes, people (other rival spec. groups) reading this blog
go bitch about this to your friends. and your friends will bitch about it. and then my group will ask me: did you tell them anything?
and i'll say "no? go read my blog!" haha! babble babble bitch bitch.
rather dysfunktional i'd say the group is. why again? oh, i don't know. stop asking me. and i swear if you call up and ask me,
i'll fucking kill you!

...well then, back to a normal state of mind. lalalala

yes yes, we are in need of an editor. and a good one at it. why? dunno? maybe because we DON'T have our first choice? yes yes...go bitch again...*psst* eh..marcus's group need an editor leh...why so fucked up? dunno leh...*psst* did you hear? that marcus's group need an editor...yes yes...babble babble bitch bitch.

sometimes i wonder why the fuck am i in this predicament. you know, i really don't know. hmm...let's see...perhaps..god had a good sense of humor? or....my life is just so fucked up.

faced with so much responsibilities...and finally my mind is breaking. well then, let it break apart. i'd like to see how long it can take.
*crinkle* .... *crash*
it's breaking...
why the fuck can't i just be a follower...? or am i the sort who follows? or vice versa? ....err...what the fuck am i talking about?
i don't know...babble babble bitch bitch.

i feel like killing myself...but then..i must be a responsible person..yes i must. *bang bang*
maybe i should get someone to take over...but will i be happy?
i know my mind will be...less things to think about...and now it sure looks like i don't have a choice but to go post pro.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
no bloody fucking way am i going to screw this up. no fucking way.
no no no. even if it means that everyone dies with me...no bloody way. wahahaha! *evil laughter*

that's that then. five "t"s in one sentence. cool.

i'm not going for that. i'm not a video person. yes...i am not. so no matter how shit turns out..you...(yes, you with the big ego and an even bigger mouth)..will never see in post pro.

no bloody way.
now, i'm starting to ponder...maybe they'll kick me outta the group...paranoia? maybe...but possiblity...hmm...50%.

*sigh*

any group needs a sound designer..? err...not very good but can multi-task with soundtrack..heh. will work for food! will work for...grades?
damn.
yes, i think i'm too demanding. i think the whole world hates me. it hates me for what's i've become..or at least going to become.
jealous, selfish, irritating, noisy, demanding...alot more to that list coming up!
yes, a mark of an asshole.

haha! but hey! i'd have to live with it..so why the hell not. it's fun to be an asshole.

lookie here! what a long blog! so much to bitch about to your friends! yes, and if you reach to such an ultimate level, let me know!
i'll get some people i know and start a happyBITCHfriends site for you..so you can all bitch and kill each other..!!
How cool is that?!

okay...that's enough for today. i'm sure you'll have your mouth full with so much to tell your "close" friends and specialist mates.




......fuck off and die.

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