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shut the hell up you cunts !
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One sure sign that you are going to have a bad day : You get roused from your sleep at 8-fucking-a.m due to the incessant drilling thats coming from your neighbour's house thats JUST NEXT TO YOUR ROOM.

You peek out from your window and see bags of cement lying helter-skelter over the common corridoor. NOT A GOOD SIGN.

Intermittent pockets of silence were never so embraced ( prolly short breaks taken by the drillers to take a piss or wank )

*tears at hair*

I remember a few days ago i was rummaging through mel's field pack and i was fingering with this weird looking device found inside and mel said it was ear plugs , much to my amusement.

"Why the fuck do you need ear plugs for the army for ? To shut out your bunkmates' snoring ?"

Mel rolled his eyes

"For target shooting lah ! Like duh. "

I remember wondering to myself if i would ever need ear plugs because so far , so good. No major construction of any sort in my immediate surroundings until NOW.

Maybe stumbling onto mel's ear plugs were a sign from God that i would need them.

I think the drilling's coming from the adjacent room thats just next to my bedroom , seperated only by a brick wall.

How very nice.

Of course i couldn't get to sleep after that and i was ( i still am ) fucking pissed because i had initially planned to hole myself up at home to watch Love Actually for the zillionth time and pig out on snacks because it has been such a long while since i have the afternoon to myself.

And oh.. the most disgusting outcome is how i made makeshift ear plugs for myself.

I had to , because i didn't want to end up bald ( from tearing my hair out geddit ? )

I considered sticking play-dough and blu-tack into my ears but of course as luck would have it , i have neither at home.

I walked towards the kitchen hoping to find more alternatives and then i saw the loaf of bread on the counter.......

Yes i know its utterly gross and unimaginable but i HAD TO because beggars cannot be choosers.

I rolled pieces of bread into a small doughy ball and fashioned them into a soft cone.

And you know the rest.

They can't really keep out the schizophrenia-inducing noises but it helps a wee bit lah.

Surprisingly it effectively keeps out sounds ( not noises ) from the telly so the whole morning i was practically watching mime shows starring Drew Carey, Eva Longoria and the entire cast of Desperate Housewifes ( nono , Drew Carey is NOT in the cast. God forbid. )

I am damn dulan now lah , i'm going to head out to my grandma's to watch my Love Actually without having to resort to lip-reading to understand what Huge Grant is saying.

I think its ominous . All these signs , from my bout of emo-ness last night to all these shit points towards an imminent bad phase.

And then the bread i bought from Breadtalk last night had to look like a penis , complete with the phallic shape to the colour.

Or maybe its just me.

Hopefully tonight's clubbing session with the girls will turn out alright.

Okay bye.

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listening ( or trying to listen to ) : deathcab for cutie - phonebooth


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Hammie the Seventh is such a baby that she can actually fall asleep on my palm. Aww. And no she is NOT dead.