Damn, it's half and hour to Friday and I haven't practiced my guitar yet. Lesson's on Sat. Now what? Oh god, i'll be in school the whole day tomorrow. And tied up for the night. This is worse than I thought. Saturday morning will be spent in KLCC hunting for my "black, low heeled, lace up" school shoes. Bah. It'll be another wild goose chase, mark my words. Just like the other wild geese chases all over 1 Utama, Jusco etc etc. Why won't my parents just listen? BATA HAS IT. Let's go to Bata can't we?! But no, you never know when Bata shoes might just decide to fall apart into a zillion pieces. But oh well, shan't complain too much. It's good that they bother at all taking me around to search for my shoes. My dad suggested buying them there, but I refused. It's gonna cost like crap. And school textbooks, each one of them will cost more than RM 120. EACH, mind you. It's so weird. It's like I'm the one worrying over the finances of our household. Albeit unnecessarily, it seems. Actually I'm not even supposed to be bothering about it. It doesn't fall into my responsibilities as a member of this family. But somehow, that's one of the things I think about. I think it's cause I'm not used to seeing such a huge cashflow go out so quickly like that. Don't sneer, ex0dus, it's true. My dad appears pretty calm about the whole thing, I get so confused sometimes. Maybe he just doesn't show it. I don't know. All the loads of money spent, or bound to be spent scares me.
Guitar! Guitar! I've to learn up Creed's Higher pronto...I hate going for guitar lessons without any practice done the week before. Dunno why, but I don't feel good if I don't practice Nizam's work. He's the coolest! And of course, getting a huge 60% in red ink on the top left hand corner of my page is definitely undesirable. I wish I had someone to jam with. I wish I could take up drum lessons. I wish. I wish. I wish...
Hahahah, after playing Typing of the Dead so many times today (pretty fun game I tell you), I've fallen into the habit of typing words without spaces. Wasting my time, need to keep backspacing. You'll understand if you've played the game. It's not too far gone yet thankfully, or else you'll see my sentences as a long chain of indecipherable letters. Just got the game today you see, thanks to HL. I'm ecstatic. Always wanted the game...She really knows what I want. Such a nice present. Yeah!
Eep. Better sign off now, I'm getting awfully jumpy. It's wayy past my curfew and if my dad finds me still on the com, I'm screwed. I just get this feeling he's gonna burst out of his room..."WhAT are you doing? STILL on the com? GO. AND. SLEEP." *shudders* Freaky thought. So there, people. Ciao for now!
Guitar! Guitar! I've to learn up Creed's Higher pronto...I hate going for guitar lessons without any practice done the week before. Dunno why, but I don't feel good if I don't practice Nizam's work. He's the coolest! And of course, getting a huge 60% in red ink on the top left hand corner of my page is definitely undesirable. I wish I had someone to jam with. I wish I could take up drum lessons. I wish. I wish. I wish...
Hahahah, after playing Typing of the Dead so many times today (pretty fun game I tell you), I've fallen into the habit of typing words without spaces. Wasting my time, need to keep backspacing. You'll understand if you've played the game. It's not too far gone yet thankfully, or else you'll see my sentences as a long chain of indecipherable letters. Just got the game today you see, thanks to HL. I'm ecstatic. Always wanted the game...She really knows what I want. Such a nice present. Yeah!
Eep. Better sign off now, I'm getting awfully jumpy. It's wayy past my curfew and if my dad finds me still on the com, I'm screwed. I just get this feeling he's gonna burst out of his room..."WhAT are you doing? STILL on the com? GO. AND. SLEEP." *shudders* Freaky thought. So there, people. Ciao for now!
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