This morning, I woke up at 11 and immediately went for my phone to call Hafizah. So I told her about the movie I watched this morning (12 to 1 plus). Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo. Hilarious. Take my advice and go watch it. I  went out, looking for something to eat, I could’ve cooked eggs but I’m still haunted by the memory of what happened the last time I tried to cook eggs while on the phone with Hafizah. I was cooking a 5 egg omelette, and while cracking the third egg, I smashed it too hard and the white spurted all over the shell and I dropped it. The chicken egg burst on the floor and I cleaned it up myself (no one was home).

So I didn’t cook eggs, I found a muffin and ate it. I still felt hungry so I looked for food and found  coffee bun. After eating that I still felt peckish so I looked for more food and found an apple strudel. Jackpot. No more hunger after that. So I was surfing the net when my father suddenly burst into my room (they like to quietly come into the house and catch a sneaky look at what I’m doing). Well, I was reading an E-book, and my back was blocking my father’s view of the netbook. So he came forward and peered at the screen, from his face you would’ve thought he thought I was watching porn or something. Yeah.

After that, I took a shower, brushed my teeth; Listerined my teeth. It was still 12 so I took out my bass and played.

Here’s what I played:

1) Worth Dying For-Rise Against.

2) You Belong With Me-Taylor Swift.

3) Stars-Switchfoot.

Yes, Stars is a difficult song. And I want a new bass. A Fender Precision bass. Or a Fender Mustang. I must be the first blogger in the world to post in full, complete, perfectly grammatical english.

I went for Chinese tuition at 2 plus, and I stayed there until 4. And then I bought Tic Tacs. Lots of ‘em.  Weeeeeeeeeell, after tuition, my mother brought me home and bought me creamy chicken carbonara penne, garlic bread and a pizza. I finished everything.

Then I sneaked two cokes into the room. Played bass for a while more and started blogging. Sometimes I wonder why someone didn’t come up with the idea of a distortion switch on a bass. Hmm, yeah. Blogging is starting to be a hell for me. Another thing, I HATE tuning to anything other than EADG. What’s wrong with having the bloody songs in standard tuning? Anyway, I wanna form a band. I could be drummer and bassist. That’d be assed cool.

There’s no need for you to say you’re sorry
Goodbye I’m going home
I don’t care no more so don’t you worry
Goodbye I’m going home

I hate the way that even though you
Know you’re wrong you say you’re right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music’s shite it keeps me up all night

There’s no need for you to say you’re sorry
Goodbye I’m going home
I don’t care no more so don’t you worry
Goodbye I’m going home

I hate the way that you are so sarcastic
And you’re not very bright
You think that everything you’ve done’s fantastic
Your music’s shite it keeps me up all night

And it will be nice to be alone
For a week or two
But I know that I will be
Right back here with you

There’s no need for you to say you’re sorry
Goodbye I’m going home
I don’t care no more so don’t you worry
Goodbye I’m going home

I hate the way that even though you
Know you’re wrong you say you’re right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music’s shite it keeps me up all night

Married With Children by Oasis, go listen to it.

Well, I woke up today at 12, went to Margaritas with the family for lunch; I had the fish. Came back, thought about blogging while getting a scolding from mother, so I decide to take a shit, so I took a shit, while getting scolded by mother. So I cleaned my ass and got out, attempting to start on my 2000 word essay. Mother went to sleep. 5 minutes and 4 words into my essay later, my dad came into my room while on the phone with a client. Let me get this straight, my dad is a property agent, and they can talk for hours, even though it’s for money. Still, it’s distracting me.

I feel really paranoid right now, every single sound I hear starts to sound like the doorbell. I’m listening to We Are Golden right now, and I totally agree that teenage dreams in a teenage circus are great lyrics for a song, they could actually make some money, with the amount of whining Mika does. So Mika could be the clown. In the circus. Wahaha.

I’m hungry. And my tutor’s coming soon, so I’m going to tell everyone to link me.

Seeya.