Darn internet system at home just wouldn’t budge. I tried unplugging things, resetting the whole damn thing, and smashing it. I think the latter action ’caused it to cease responding. Technology is one thing I won’t fully comprehend, I should rely on some smart guy to help me. In the mean time I’ll have to continue turning up in campus predawn to use computers.
I’ve new music on my iPod, thanks to Chaos who let me into his messy cave (dorm) and download songs from a potentially virus-inflicted laptop. I don’t think iPods can carry diseases, right? Chaos took the pleasure to add what little compliation of his English songs, Aya described them as “music drug addicts listen to while they smoke, get high and start a wild orgy”. So whenever the little black thing shuffles to those songs I’ll think of Aya’s analogy and vivid images just pops out from my mind (in 2D black and white lined cartoon).
My bro said his friends asked him to join an unofficial PS2 video game final tournament. He said he’s eager to join and I asked, ‘I thought you said you stopped playing ’cause you are “too busy with assignment and lesson review”.’ He replied sheepishly that he did stop playing for awhile. Yeh, but good enough to get invited to some game tournament to win a NDS-Lite or Xbox 360. The irony of the whole thing…
You know the phrase, ‘She hypnotized me with her eyes…’ I’m sure whoever said it meant to be something positive, but yesterday something happened and gave a twist to the meaning of that line. A woman hypnotized me with her eyes alright, but that’s only because she had electric blue eyeliner and shocking pink eyeshadow. When she batted her fake eyelashes, I had a feeling like I was a bad horror sci-fi film. That scared me off, but not so much as a guy who has immaculate nails and skin. Not only do I envy but I get creeped out by how much more he knows about beauty products and skin care than any other woman I know. He’s not gay, he’s just a metrosexual.
