Fathers' Day or Foodsters' Day?

Fathers' Day was bad for a number of reasons; first being it is the day that I got an unexplainable swelling in my mouth where ulcers usually show up thanks to the upper left wisdom tooth, only this time there wasn’t any sign of an ulcer at all. So yeah, this is the infamous killer microbe(s) that has made me feel very sick indeed. Sorry if I sounded cold the other day bro. Good thing it left (or rather, is leaving) as quickly as it appeared suddenly.

Fathers' Day was also the day that I reevaluated Tony Roma’s. I now place it below Chilli’s because on a busy day, service was a little poor. Might have to do with the fact that they had a newbie on duty, but it does not change the fact that they made 2 mistakes on that day which they didn’t when I showed up on a weekday, when there was literally only one other table seated with customers. Sure, their food still tastes slightly better, but considering Chilli’s much wider variety I’m very much inclined to rate them better in general.

Something about this week that is a bit odd. Six days felt like seven. It is usually the other way around, and much more exaggerated. But this is a good thing because it gives me the opportunity to rush what I was given 2 weeks to do in 8 days. Then I can probably reward myself with something expensive to fuel my pride. Here’s hoping all goes according to plan.

Speaking of fueling my pride, I ran Adobe Audition for the first time since I got it. Thanks to my internship I became so lazy that all the stuff I intended to do with it was put on hold. But when I finally found the spirit to get one of the many projects done, boy was it a great moment. It was so long since I was so full of myself. A very long time since I last got the chance to practice my sinister laugh Rau Le Creuset style to go along with the unjustified sense of overachievement.

Also, as an unintended result of putting my old plans into motion, I’m now having the PSP playing my RLBGM most of the time. Unsurprisingly, when I think about it, since the OST for games that I play nowadays are either too impossibly rare to be sold locally or to even have any torrents, or non-existent altogether, leaving me with the task of making a homebrew sort of OST. Which means another project to add to the already stretched list.

And on that bombshell, adieu to y’all.

Committing the perfect murder… On the self…

It has been a while since the last time. It would’ve been sooner had things went a little smoother. But then again, this is life we’re talking about. My life, to be precise, which is good at nothing but making itself miserable.

Picking up from where I left off the last time, I now conclude that:

Tony Roma’s > Chilli's > The Ship > Victoria Station > TGI Friday's

It should be noted though that while the food is better at Tony Roma’s, Chilli’s does have a greater variety to their menu and is more flexible with their drinks. As before, anyone who doesn’t agree can feel free to keep your opinion to yourself.

Actually, this was decided very long ago; probably about three weeks. I did not announce it back then because something else happened that killed the mood completely: someone nicked my PSP, and along with it, 48 hours of my life spent on completing G Generation World. And this reminds me of one of the reasons why religion exists in this world: because most people (myself included, and I am very ashamed to be admitting this) are incapable of accepting the simple fact that shit happens, and endlessly foam at the mouth demanding an explanation as to why said shit happened in the first place, though I maintain that bastards who commit crime for a living should be shot in the head in front of their family.

But despite all this I took a cue from 9gag and took a deep breath, and proceeded to fuck this shit. And it works. And that’s quite the bombshell since it came from a completely nonprofessional site.

Also, before this if anyone asked me if I was a pampered kid or ‘anak manja’ as they say in Malay for being an only child, I would have much trouble responding, not because I’m ashamed to admit it if I was, but because I genuinely did not know as my father never bought me anything I wanted and never kept promises whenever we made a deal that I’d be rewarded whenever I achieved some sort of outstanding academic achievement, except for that one time when he bought me the entire first season of Digimon Adventures series for my 5As in UPSR. He’d also break anything that I bought with my own savings or that my mom bought for me without his permission. Now though, if anyone were to ask me if I’m a pampered kid, my answer would be ‘yes’ without a doubt. Because my mother agreed to replace the PSP that was nicked. On the same day the incident happened.

Life went on after that, with me occupying 5 days of Yat’s study week because he didn’t feel like studying and we were both bored to hell. And today with me heading out of the house for the first time since the incident, meeting up with JY for a short morning tea followed by a whole lot of rotting in Times Square, although I did catch a movie. Or two; the second one was being played outside some DVD shop. Was an interesting Korean movie about 2 POWs, one a Korean POW to the Japanese Imperial Army, another who was a Japanese military Colonel before being a Soviet POW. I did not get to watch the whole thing, but it was quite the touching story of how they both end up being POWs of the Soviets, then the Germans, and how they deal with their differences and how their friendship grew as they struggled to survive the war, which ultimately the Korean did not. Though throughout the movie and explicitly so in the end, it was implied that they were childhood friends. The title eluded me for a bit, but after some research, I discovered that the movie is titled ‘My Way’. I would highly recommend watching this; it is one of the few war films that actually touches the deeper emotions IMO.

Some point during the day today mom reminded me to think properly of the things I plan to do and don’t think about it after it is done. However as soon as I reached home, I was presented with a massive gamble. After some much consideration, I decided to take the risk, and moments right after, I realized that I have killed myself, metaphorically speaking.

And on the plethora of bombshells tonight, adieu to y’all.