most people would embrace saturdays, even if there's been 2 days of holiday beforehand.
but no, i have to have a totally weird day. i won't go so far as to say "sucky" but it comes pretty close.
first, i keep on waking up. statistics go as follows:
6.00 am
6.42 am
7.01 am
7.23 am
8.34 am
and finally, i stagger out of bed at 10.30.
who WOULDN'T get irritated if one has insomnia in the early morning???????? please! if i HAVE to wake up, why not wake up at 10.30 and get it over with??
i know i'm making no sense here, but it pisses me off to wake up on the wrong side of bed. who wouldn't get pissed off having a bad day and feeling totally wrong-footed at the begginning of a Saturday????
life can suck.
but then, i want to shower, but my MUM'S IN THE SHOWER!!! you say i'm over-reacting here? maybe i am, but for goodness's sake, i'm all fuming already from lack of sleep and then i have to baby-sit my 3-year-old sister who happens to be watching Barney????
then everything goes fine (more or less) for the next 1 hour and 30 minutes...until i get a weird urge to go play counter strike and maybe headshot a few bots.
so i go ask my mum and she says NO!!!!!!
DAMN!
where is the justice, i ask you???? WHERE???? i just want to go to a bloody LAN shop and pay money for one hour of mindless shooting and yelling! what's so bad about that?
ok, so maybe i can see what's the badness about the "mindless shooting and yelling" part, but that's not the point.
but anyway, i tell you, i sat there in sullen silence until i decide to waste 3 bucks and buy Seventeen.
people who know me personally would say i'm not 17 but i read Teenage too and i am most certainly not a teenager...yet. i'm a pre-teen!!! yes, i AM. hell cares to you people who says i'm an immature teenager. i am so NOT immature. i'm a mature pre-teen, not the other way around. and it's NOT the same. it's contradictory.
so when i return from buying seventeen, i run into my father at the lift lobby and i am at a COMPLETE loss of what to say. you know the kind, where there is an uncomfortable silence/thick tension.
anyway once he touches the house we (me and my bro) are allowed to go to the LAN shop and spend 1 hour shooting people down with machine guns and bullpups and my all-time favourite: the beloved magnum.
we joined a game created by a "fenta" along with a friend...i seem to forget the name. L something so let's just call him L-man.
remember these two because they pop out later in the story.
after they left, i used fenta's com...hehe
anyway in the middle of charging into the enemy's base to embark on a killing spree which involved killing bots with a bullpup, S walked into the LAN shop.
S is the younger brother of the guy i like, A. if you scroll down, you'll see the post in which i mention Method X. A is the guy i used in the method.
anyway, S waltzed in happily and gave me this all-knowing and admitted somewhat creepy smile before sitting down and started playing WoW.
pathetic...and scary at the same time.
see, yesterday i also went to the LAN shop at 2.30 and left at 3.30. At 3.25, S went into the shop and also gave me that weird smile.
then today, i went into the shop at 1.30 and 30 minutes later S comes in!!!!
i think that guy is following me.
can't you see the connection?? i mean, yesterday he went in at 3.30 and today he goes in at 2??? who makes such a big jump in WoW playing???? please!!
it's freaking me out here.
what's the weirdest part is that smile. it's creepy, funny and interesting at the same time. ok, mostly creepy.
WHO wouldn't be scared with someone like that? S is the kind of guy that looks more pretty than handsome in a weird way.
get me??
i guess not.
ok, there are some guys that look good in a rugged way and there are guys that look more like female good, geddit?? female good is like perfect features, that kind. trust me, you'll recognize "pretty" guys from "handsome" guys in a minute.
of course...there's the "cute" guys which A falls into...........................
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ok, anyway.
so i return from the LAN shop feeling weirdly zoned out and when i reach my house, i go downstairs to play soccer and me and my bro are kicking the ball merrily.
oh yea. remember fenta? he was there too.
I HAD NO IDEA HE LIVED NEAR MY HOUSE!!!!
jeez, is the world going mad?
so i happen to kick the ball out of the range and what happens is that it hits this guy.
i have no idea how to describe him.
ok, he's a guy that i used to like, but now hate. seriously hate... not to mention fear a little. so when the ball whacks his back (WHY did he have to sit on the grass anyway??? WHY???) he and his gang grabs the ball and start playing monkey with it...with me as the monkey.
i hate to end this post, but i sadly have to because i'm going out to the esplanade. keep tuned!
