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This tops it all off.
The ultimate in bad weekends.
First i get home looking to maybe complete another chapter in RE4 and yeah i find out that someone dropped the PS2 so the disc loading tray got dislodged. Yippie fucking kai -yay.
Then there's the issue about the PC and how absolutely FUBAR it's been for the past few months or so - You KNOW something's wrong when you fucking watch HALF of the items on your desktop just get fucking deleted off as if by some imaginary hand, AND when you realize that your task manager's been disabled. Yes. No such thing as ctrl alt del for me.
So okay being all pissy i go take a nap, at least i've got some comfortable things to sleep in now - and then i wake up just in time to go to the ministry. That place is fucking huge. Uhm but yeah the queue was proportionate to the size of the club as well.
Good old Daniel always finds a way through adversity. Aiyah okay lah no big deal we just cut the line and got in around 10.15 - and he found old friends to tag along, and they had sms invites. Sounds pretty sweet huh ? Well no.
So we're all having a good time with the crowd and the interior and we hit the floor - and fucking halfway through i feel a hand on my right shoulder and i spin around only to watch as this fucking Sylvester Sim looking piece of street trash fucking puke all over me.
I was wearing the $90 shirt.
Yes.
That concluded my night.
We tried to find him, but. To no avail.
To the fbeng who ruined me and my shirt - fuck you in the nostril.
To those other people around him that got puked on as well (especially the guys i met in the loo) - i hope he came out of the cubicle in the end and i hope that the world is just.
To Daniel, Shawn, Chris and Menon - real sorry for cutting the night short bros, especially for Dan and Shawn. I'll seriously make it up some other time. Promise.
Now i awake, and i tell myself - that this weekend just can't possibly get any worse.
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spoken. at 11:01 AM
This tops it all off.
The ultimate in bad weekends.
First i get home looking to maybe complete another chapter in RE4 and yeah i find out that someone dropped the PS2 so the disc loading tray got dislodged. Yippie fucking kai -yay.
Then there's the issue about the PC and how absolutely FUBAR it's been for the past few months or so - You KNOW something's wrong when you fucking watch HALF of the items on your desktop just get fucking deleted off as if by some imaginary hand, AND when you realize that your task manager's been disabled. Yes. No such thing as ctrl alt del for me.
So okay being all pissy i go take a nap, at least i've got some comfortable things to sleep in now - and then i wake up just in time to go to the ministry. That place is fucking huge. Uhm but yeah the queue was proportionate to the size of the club as well.
Good old Daniel always finds a way through adversity. Aiyah okay lah no big deal we just cut the line and got in around 10.15 - and he found old friends to tag along, and they had sms invites. Sounds pretty sweet huh ? Well no.
So we're all having a good time with the crowd and the interior and we hit the floor - and fucking halfway through i feel a hand on my right shoulder and i spin around only to watch as this fucking Sylvester Sim looking piece of street trash fucking puke all over me.
I was wearing the $90 shirt.
Yes.
That concluded my night.
We tried to find him, but. To no avail.
To the fbeng who ruined me and my shirt - fuck you in the nostril.
To those other people around him that got puked on as well (especially the guys i met in the loo) - i hope he came out of the cubicle in the end and i hope that the world is just.
To Daniel, Shawn, Chris and Menon - real sorry for cutting the night short bros, especially for Dan and Shawn. I'll seriously make it up some other time. Promise.
Now i awake, and i tell myself - that this weekend just can't possibly get any worse.
_
spoken. at 11:01 AM
