Saturday, September 10, 2005

Musings ... for the week. Or just (more) trash.

I was dying to play Battlefield 2, but there was no chance in hell my measly Radeon 9200SE was up to it, even if some hacking had been done. I had the insatiable temptation of ridding myself of 200 bucks just to get a new card. But then ... with that amount of money, I think my choices were still limited. So in the end, I just forgot about it. We'll see how Warhammer 40k works out then .. :)

Going to Clarke Quay with PL and Mab tml. Hurray ... Excited about the Taiwan trip. Ma as usual is worried. Wonder how to calm her down ... haiz. She's my mama... and I love her loads. :P

The Signal store is finally settled and done with. God, I wonder how Sgt Neo managed to put up with such shit. He's an angel, I tell you.

Seem's like she's in bad shape. If you're reading this:

Find someone you can lean on.
Of course I don't know how it feels.
But somehow you must find a solution.
And it cant be that bad.

Posted by Unknown at 9/10/2005 01:27:00 am

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Not in the mood for any decent self-respecting title

Today, has been one of the most paranoid, frustrating, crazy, and exhausting days.

Paranoid: Had to check and recheck and recheck etc.. the stuff inside the ops box. Don't want to sign any extras. But then, I have a feeling I might just get that. Something ALWAYS gets screwed up. I can even memorise the freaking nos. on the number locks. Damn.

Frustrating: Fucking BX asshole. Fucking Land Rover Set. Fucking CCO. BX had to pack the ops box, leaving us to deal with their less than complete land rover sets, which amounted to an explosion of expletives at the CCO side. And mine.

Crazy: TCC bloody stunned two VF and kept it in their cupboard. While we were searching high and low for it. For BX.

Exhausting: Don't know after how many phone calls, how many trips to ATC, did we managed to get the whole damn thing sorted out. For our side at least. BX still owes CCO:

: 3 SEFZ cables, 3 FZLS and 1 RF Cable. Good luck to Aaron. Who chose a perfect time to slack in the sick bay. Weakling.

Someone told me uni quite stressful. Pui!

Damn, Bon Jovi never sounded so good. Maybe its the extra bass, or my half-fuck speakers (they're my pride and joy). Must get changed soon. Nights out for me is going to end.

Posted by Unknown at 9/07/2005 09:50:00 pm