> silent but deadly
a long and fruitful day in post today. had a coupla darn good ideas+concepts (a short film and a feature), which i'd (eventually. heh) work into scripts (and bless my editor for providing me inspiration) ;p) = darn excited, can? MUAHAHAHAHA ... also met a coupla oldfrens / contacts, which is always good, but dammit, i had run out of namecards! fcuklahdey ... and of coz i sure as hell can't afford to get namecards printed ... and of coz my own printer ran out of blackink and of coz i can't even afford to buy new ink (it'll cost about $90 to replace black+colorink, wot? *PUI*) and of coz my mobile is still cut ... truly fcukedup lah ... nahbey ... but somehow, itz all good ... somehow, somewhen ...
but on the way back home, stuck between an a$$hole of an olderfcukwit with perhaps swollentesticles (becoz he open legs widewide) and a younger dude (who kept his arms to himself and not like those who crossbuffedarms to make more space for theirmuthafcukingselves) in a crowded MRT (at 9pm at night? dun peeps go drinking / partying / cheong skanky karaokes on friday nites dey?) ... when the peaceful bliss of compay segundo whisperin' in me ears gave in to a whiff of the nasty ... someone brokefcukingWIND dey! WAHRANEH! SMELLS BAD SIAL! = ya know the sort as if something small and miserable crawledup somepeep's ar$ehole and died a week before? = AH, THEN? talk about cuttin' da cheese, doooood! ... hadda breathe thru my mouth for at least 3 fcukingstops before the smell dissipated! my bet is on the oldfcukwit ~ too much alcohol and skankybitches perhaps ... or maybe even mouldyballs, i really dun give a shitte, innit? the smell just offended my fragile disposition and virginal sensitivities (ahem) ... but nebermind, got nicotine to drownout the lingering trauma afters i got out of the mrt posthaste! nahbeeeeeyyyyy ...
and thatz about it, i guess ... except for this! = worked out an Daily Anger Chart for myself! AHAHAHAHAHA - wasn't that stressful an edit today (tomorrow would be different, im sure *groan*) ... anyways, letz see if this becomes a regular feature, innit? HAH! ;p
and yes, thatz finally it (and yes, i borlieow i care not *blergh* ;p) ~ time for a hot cuppa milo and a quick visit to comatoseland i go ... ;p
but on the way back home, stuck between an a$$hole of an olderfcukwit with perhaps swollentesticles (becoz he open legs widewide) and a younger dude (who kept his arms to himself and not like those who crossbuffedarms to make more space for theirmuthafcukingselves) in a crowded MRT (at 9pm at night? dun peeps go drinking / partying / cheong skanky karaokes on friday nites dey?) ... when the peaceful bliss of compay segundo whisperin' in me ears gave in to a whiff of the nasty ... someone brokefcukingWIND dey! WAHRANEH! SMELLS BAD SIAL! = ya know the sort as if something small and miserable crawledup somepeep's ar$ehole and died a week before? = AH, THEN? talk about cuttin' da cheese, doooood! ... hadda breathe thru my mouth for at least 3 fcukingstops before the smell dissipated! my bet is on the oldfcukwit ~ too much alcohol and skankybitches perhaps ... or maybe even mouldyballs, i really dun give a shitte, innit? the smell just offended my fragile disposition and virginal sensitivities (ahem) ... but nebermind, got nicotine to drownout the lingering trauma afters i got out of the mrt posthaste! nahbeeeeeyyyyy ...
and thatz about it, i guess ... except for this! = worked out an Daily Anger Chart for myself! AHAHAHAHAHA - wasn't that stressful an edit today (tomorrow would be different, im sure *groan*) ... anyways, letz see if this becomes a regular feature, innit? HAH! ;p
and yes, thatz finally it (and yes, i borlieow i care not *blergh* ;p) ~ time for a hot cuppa milo and a quick visit to comatoseland i go ... ;p
