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date: Jan 5, 2009
title: i reached into my pocket and found a bunny.
time: 4:19 AM
2009 has so far been kind to me. the days have been smooth. life has been easy. the sun rises and sets beautifully. the moon shines ever so brightly.oh who am i kidding. it is just five days into 2009 and it hasnt been looking good. projects not done, tests not revised, work damn tiring and wallet is empty. the only thing that is totally keeping me happy is my guitar hero. at least i have something to look forward at the end of the day and distress by rocking out on my guitar. oh, you know what. you read stories before about how people get injured while playing video games. take the wii as an example. it was reported that so many injuries received when plaing the wii. well, just now, i had my own little accident. i was totally rocking out on the guitar while playing guitar hero. i was so in the zone that when i swung my guitar, like how the rockstars do, i accidentally hit my face with the headstock of the guitar. but as i was in the middle of the game, and not wanting to pause, i just kept on playing till the end of the song. then i took a look at the damge in the mirror and saw that my inner lip was busted. totally busted people. it was bleeding, and just kept on bleeding for awhile. but i didnt cared and just carried on playing. that was the second injury on the night. my first injury was at work in the evening. i was crouching down, breaking dry ice with a hammer, for the takeaway of the ice cream cake. now, using tools aare already dangerous enough. what more handling dry ice. but those didnt hurt me. instead, when i stood up, my hand accidentally hit the table, lightly. i emphasise on the word lightly! and what i did get, a deep cut on my left hand knuckles! and it bled out like a dam that has burst. since i couldnt find any bandages, i wrap serviettes around my hand to contain the bleeding. if it wasnt for those serviettes, customers would be eating their meal with a touch of syamim's blood. that would be the recipe for the year. but, despite both injuries, i am still alive and breathing, which sounds gay considering the injuries. work was average i guess. it was the first time i smiled sincerely to customers. and a first for me when i whole-heartedly entertained the kids that came to swensens. i was like balloon boy and gave out balloons to those happy kids. the only thing that made my smile turn into a frown was the supervisor. he loves to talk about me, and not in a good way. he complains that i dont do my work, i take long breaks, blah blah blah. i only took one break to go to the toilet to pee and smoke, which took ten minutes only. he took a break and it was like fifteen minutes later when he came back. he doesnt even help out during closing, just takes the temperature, sign this and that, and orders people around. i was damn close to shouting in his face. he complained to the chef about me, but not knowing the chef has been my friend for close to two years. such a smart arse. oh wells, i cant always get the staff that i want to work with always. it is close to five in the morning and i am still awake. i have school later for godsake, and it starts at eight. i think i am going to catch a quick nap. to that someone who hasnt top up her prepaid, and dont read my blog often, i hope to see you at mac later. miss you a lot, seriously. i found it, yet i am clueless on how to get to it. lastly, a new year means starting a fresh again right. i am thinking of changing my persona of what people address me by. instead of mim, call me sya from now on. i know i know, sounds weird and all, but it is still my name right. i have been introducing myself to new friends as sya, especially at clubs. sounds stupid, but hey, i am sya now. suckers. cheers. |
