bloggage...again..and never again...
Posted by teejaholer at 06:17 PM on November 7, 2005.
"Drop a pinch of sarcasm to your empty plate"
Leave some space for me to breathe.
A slice of cake for your damn tea.
The surreal illusion of your parasitic dream.
But just hold on, this is not what it seems.
It's not somethin emo, nor is it somethin rock.
It's something a little more hilarious than that.
*It's a long, long song about rebellious teens
And the way they bitch about the simpliest things.
And if i had one wish, i'd do it over again.
Cuz i like the way it sounds, and there's nuthin you can do bout it.
Now that we understand each other, lets keep this in mind.
We're not as clueless as those other guys.
We're hopeless but happy and generally misguided.
Our brains are so whacked up, they're practically divided.
The things that we say are rarely untrue.
like the tymes we threw our friends countless piss balloons.
*
The more you lock me up, the more that i will bite (Bite you til you bleed)
The more you set me free, the more i won't come back. (Never, ever come back)
The more you stare at me, the more that you will see...
the guy you used to love is currently deceased.
*
caine~forget i exist to live
Posted by teejaholer at 10:53 PM on September 15, 2005.
"Forget i exist to live"
you should stop eating pretty things cuz nuthin good's coming from the other end.
man if i had a swear jar i think i'd lose my salary.
well i will be in bed, waiting for you (dead)
the sanctuary of relief is upon me.
the future of you will dwell in me.
so lets shake and make up and i'll kill you later.
chorus:
make me happy make me sad the way i say your day will end just like that.
make me angry make me mad make me something that will eat you up like that.
the smell of lotion smothering your skin.
the feel of a scene in a scary dream.
i can't play the guitar, i can't play the drums
i can't play anything but i can play with you.
so please keep your hat on, and i'll keep my wig.
we'll make it seem like everything's ok. (even when it's not)
p.s: my job's doin great! but i don't feel the same without my friends...all this is nothing without them..today i went out and wondered where they all disappeared to...i'm depressed enough to....i dun wanna think about it. this song is for me..i think.
this is wut i scored
Posted by teejaholer at 08:55 PM on September 3, 2005.
one ray too many
Posted by teejaholer at 12:48 AM on August 12, 2005.
Today i worked in admiralty/ lippo centre today and well..it was kewl and all but there were
two people named raymond working there..including me that meant there were
three of us...named raymond...a chinese dude, a philly dude and me...everything was ok until one of the others called our names whenever we're close by...
all of us turn our heads and say "what?"...and they're like "not you and not you...i mean you"...and we're like "oh"...after 3-5 hours of that it kinda got annoying...one of the raymonds went off cuz we was sick..now there are only two raymonds left...still the same thing...called ray and both of us turned our heads...i finally said..ok...call me
ray instead ok?...it's confusing...worknig there was fun though...
Last wedesday i went out with a friend,
a good good friend, yuna and it was kewl that we actually got to hung out...we tried a couple of rides (not the extreme one cuz i'm a chicken when it comes to fast heart jumpimg rides) but we dared not to eat anything there cuz they rip you off way too much...water, $15, vending machines, $16...gosh i could die...when i could get a drink for $5...in the city..and before we left i thought i had to go alone when sher had to go with the students she had to take care of...thanks goodness the teacher let me take a free ride..he was kewl...he kept on talkin...bout random stuff..i wish i could do that...
I watched an episode of "
pimp my ride" and man it was swell...if you have a car..i saw this relle run down truck turn into a pool table skull and cross boned vehicle right in front of my eyes..gaaah...i was soooooo jealous...the front of the car could also spout fog right in the front of the truck which came out of the skulls mouth and the eyes could turn red...man..it was a dream car...i wish i had it..you guys should watch it..it's better than the reality shows...cuz this one is no acting..they relle fix the rides....
It's 12:37am and i'm waiting for mom to wake up cuz i know she hid my memory card (playstation2) somewhere and i can't play my final fanatasy X-2 and bleach game...which by the way is a lot of fun..i mastered how to use the group team attack...niiice...can't wait to get hitsugaya..me favorite..hehe..6 days before i am not working...and shit i haven't read the contract for my new occupation yet...i am so doomed..i did nuthin yet...oh well...i hope i dun forget...
my Utada (Ipod photo) is going well until my sis put all her MP3 songs into it and now it's all over the place...originals and fakes all mixed up...it looks so....not kewl...
anyways that's all i gotta say...blog again soon...ciaos!
mexican food
Posted by teejaholer at 09:45 PM on July 31, 2005.
*inspired by hk1997's story...originlly meant to be a comment to his story but ended up as a blog too*
whaaaa..mexican food...i want it badly like peanut butter sandwich craving jammm...when i was a kid...hongkong has this mexican restaurant that my mom used to work called La Placita..and i would sneak into the taco parlor where my mom cooks the tacos and the fish and the beef, then i was hiding underneathe the counter where she cooks where no one can see me and i just eat wut she cooks..like a scavanger dog...but man were they tasty..it's gone bankrupt for years cuz the mexican manager went back to mexico and was replaced by some american dude who transformed the place into a western place...closed it down for good..oh well..hope to try some mexican food sooner or later..good story though..happens all the tyme where i work..in Pret A Manger..but the thing is i'm the one who doesn't understand anything..they speak to me in pure mandarin.
Like today, it was freakin annoying..it's Sunday...and the thing is..when i worked in Pret for like the starting three months, saturday and sunday is a breeze..now it's a freakin local market fest screaming what they want at me. There were these 6 madarin women and one of them "supposedly a leader of the group..asked me in mandarin bout whether they have somethin in *bla blah blah* i din get none of it..*scratches head*and says "huh?"..then i point at the muffins and croissants and say.."bread?...muffin?..croissant?..coffee?" (head boiling). Then they finally give in and point at the muffins..i was like *phew*..then the leader of the group says " uhhh..i also want the minstrone soup and the soup de poisson soup...2 of the fish soup and 3 of the minestrone"..in my head i was like..."you spoke for three minutes in manadarin and now you ask in perfectly well known american english what you want at this moment?"..man i wanted to throw my latte at her face..but alas another day at pret is like another day trying your best not to get constipated
Me and my Colleague were closing the store today when the women at the opposite store waved at us..and we waved back..wut else could we have done?....we have worked in front of their store for ages and now was the tyme they actually waved...but it got weirder..during the whole hour we cleaning, they stared at us. They honestly need to get themselves something or someone to hump..@__@
i think i have found somethin to type about..my job...it stretched out my blogging skills to about 60%...well i'll blog bout tomorrow as well..big day tomorrow..big boss checking up on store...gotta be ready...loggin out..teejaholer/tj
