Missing In Action

"It's been a while. Think it about time for another adventure..."

I Say, It's About Bloody Time

*poke*
"urgh..."
"Dear, don't you think it's time to get up?"
"..."



"So how are they doing this? Are they looking over the car?"
"Yeah, they just need to see it to verify all the paper work. After that's all settled, I hand quite a bit of money over, then I've got myself rego for the car."



"These are the bolts you want for your plates."
"Mmm, but I'd prefer to have these ones."
"Suit yourself, but these are the ones coppers use. Up to you."
"Thanks."

You Fail At Manual

Last year when I went for my Ps test, I was given no choice but to take it in a car with an automatic transmission, as our household has always owned cars without a stick shift (oh how American of me).



So naturally, when I went I to buy a car it had to be a manual - I'm that kind of guy. Even more naturally, when the moment called for me to move my "new" manual car out of the driveway and into the garage, I couldn't. I count about 3 stalls from my three point turn.



My incompetence to grasp the skill of a manual transmission struck hard in my heart, so much so, that I had to dream about it. Then again, it was a dream, and dreams more often then not, are full of lies and false hope. So in my dream, I was driving around my neighbourhood effortlessly in my "new" old car, and me being me, I couldn't help but hoon a little. As I made a turn, the car choose to spin out of control...and kept spinning, around and around and around and around and around and around...

Then I woke up and I realised, in reality, I still suck.

Dream Time

Recently SOMEONE keeps mentioning that I'm ronery and how I must be so ronery living alone. Well I guess those words must have followed me to bed.



This house is huge. Slowly people have begun to leave, and with them inanimate possession follow. It is only
now that I've started to realise how empty this house is becoming - it's lacking things to hold.



Now it's time to stop mopping inside these white walls and make my way outdoors to find things that would be more than happy to call this place their humble pie home.

Absolutely And Utterly Bored

...officially.

*initialise fanboyism*

Hey yo, finally! (Is this what you've been waiting for?) Brand new SNSD.



It's official, I'm a fanboy. So Nyuh Shi Dae's second album just landed in my mail box, and all I can say is, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHH!

...overly cheerful, overly cheesy, and over produced. I couldn't tell one girl from the other. Their sheer numbers freaked me out. I couldn't stand the cutesy mannerisms, no matter how catchy the songs were.

But, over time, I've definitely come to be a defender--maybe even fan--of GG. Maybe it happened just because I was bored and wanted to push buttons...

It was fun trolling/defending Tiffany, who was the centre of a lot of anti-fan hate, but by doing so I've turned myself into a fan. Oh look, my belt was made in Spain, cool.

Argh I Got A Hair Cut

Now I'm a 12 year old kid again.