Wednesday, September 27, 2006
The Business Of Ego
22 missed calls. 14 messages. I think people think i was dead for the period of last friday till monday. I had just finished watching an episode of a comedy which involved the A.A. and in the spirit of truth and innocence, im shall get past that self-denial (mostly happened because eileen would tell me 'she told me so' after all the evidence she has thrashed out to me about myself) and come into the open.
Im a forgetful one hell of a dumbass. I forget everything. In camp people dont know this but i have to almost search every single time for my beret and bottle for duty even when yes, there were only three hours of rest in between each of them. I stuff the ipod into my pocket and walk out of home in confidence thinking that its my phone instead grinding along my fat thighs as i lunge my fat ass onto the public bus only to scream in the aftermath along the expressroad. Which obviously means by the way, of no return. I held a kfc coupon in my hand once under the wallet and upon reaching the counter, realises that i had forgotten about it and threw it on the floor thinking it was rubbish, only to have the pick up that crumpled piece of crap again to present to the cashier. And thats just a few, there were obviously the classics.
I need to get my mind back in shape. I wonder if forgetfulness is the prelude towards retardedness. Meow. So as i pondered, i had written an essay of appreciation about the forbidden city that i watched. The music were not as fantastic as Oliver's, and Kit really acted like a dragon lady de-clawed, but hell it was still one good entertaining night.
Sometimes i also have to admit that guys are really stupid when they let their ego take over themselves. Some anoynomous instructor in driving yesterday kept challenging my ego to see if i was really good in driving or just got lucky all the time. Fianlly, my ego had to take over which resulted in myself trying something funny in the circuit, leading to obvious failure exploding in my face. You should have heard that fat-ass. "AH! I KNEW IT!" "NOTHING ESCAPES MY EYES!" he said. Crap.
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