RETURN OF FARTMAN!

DejaVu

So tonight was deja vu. Somehow or rather it's getting rather confusing. All at once in a couple of days it has all become a gray area. However, at least I still have something to hold on to. Music. Yes, my mp3 collection. All LEGAL of course.

I walk into my room and I hear Stairway To Heaven playing on my winamp. Tonight's been rather crazy, with all the questions I've had to answer, with all the emotions I've had to deal with, so it's really nice coming home to that somewhat familiar squawk of Led Zeppelin.

I still remember downloading this song, a long time ago, a time when things had seemed to be more settled, more steady, more comforting. Now it's all gone to shit.

So starting next week, I'm gonna really do something with my life. Find out if I wanna work or study from now on. It's really no use trying to speculate about what I'm interested in studying. At this point, everything I wanna do will not make me a decent amount of money, considering the way I spend. And obviously getting tattooed as a profession is not going to work. Of course, it would be fabulous if someone would pay me to get tattooed, but I'm bloody sure that's not going to happen anytime soon. Hence, something else needs to be done, but I don't know what, so fucking stop asking.

However, I have another mission on hand. I'm planning to start a new blog, something not so personal, something more retarded. I'll try to get a few like-minded people who like tattoos, and have the time to just go hang out at random tattoo studios, and we'll see what happens from there. The blog will be hopefully titled "The Tupid Tattoo Groupies". Of course, that would be great fun and all, but yeah yeah yeah, fun always has to stop somewhere. Fuck. Why couldn't I have had a normal life, a normal brain, a normal character, and gotten a scholarship in JC, studied happily through college, served out my bond, gotten a job in a huge banking firm, and earned meself a nice shitload of money, and be content with the amount of money I have. Why the fuck did I have to be so interested in all the fucking sub-cultures of our society?!

Honestly, FUCKING MTV. It's a fucking conspiracy.

Freebird by Lybard Skynard's playing now. Fucking redneck, fucking awesome. Somehow.

So anyways, tonight, the million dollar question I received was "Are you happier?"

Now how the fuck do I answer something like that. Really. It's amazing I managed to get anything out of my mouth in the first place. Of course, whatever came out of my mouth wasn't really much help anyway. I said, "Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not." Of course, not really helpful if you don't really know me, but if you do, then I'm sure you'd understand.

Oh yes, and I've just realised that I spent a whole fucking lot of money tonight. So for the next week, unless you can treat me to a curry pock or two, please don't ask me out. I'm so fucking broke it's not even funny anymore. If I can't get a job next week, I'm prepared to go sell me ass to those analyzers in the gym. Yes, I'm THAT desperate. However, I would love to spend time with all my amazing friends out there, so PLEASE do find it deep in your soul to treat me to a curry pock or two. Thank you so very much.

Another amazing thing happened today. Mats are not the only ones who're forming bands. Although they've had so much more time to practice at void decks and monsoon drains and what not, they've not managed to monopolise the market. There're cheeky-chongs infiltrating the battle of the bands. Atrocious to some, amazing to others. Of course I do have to admit that they continue to monopolise the nasi lemak market. Some things just have to be left to them. Really. Atrocious for me, amazing to them.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 4:51 AM