i felt real emo about how i’m reverting to my evil lazy self again just now, so i went to run like crazy. i’m feeling much better now thank you.

the new phone is awesome. the touch screen is like a hundred times more sensitive than my old diamond. haha but the part i like the most is i can put the phone on its side and type messages a la gossip girl. not really faster, but heaps more fun this way. secretly messaging people unnecessarily because i just wanna type on my phone. the batt life is freakin’ awesome too. it’s been on for like two days and the batt bar hasn’t even dropped one notch yet.

in other news, my parents bought a new tv for the living room upstairs. the first time i looked at it, i asked if it was bigger. my mom said it was broader, whatever that means, and i mused to myself that it looked about the same. apparently its LCD, instead of plasma, which is supposed to be a big selling point cue the woah-very-impressed face. but honestly, i haven’t watched anything on it yet, so i’ll put aside my cynism and reserve my judgement for later. who knows, maybe my guitarhero notes will be like twice as big and i can finally shred all the final songs.

which reminds me, my drum set is spoilt. its been like three or four months and its dead. not to mention it came with its fair share of problems, notably the infamous yellow cymbal which had its fair share of frustrated pounding. and now, the blue note in the centre is gone too and all travis barker dreams are for the moment dashed. there’s like no repair centre for the parts in singapore, so i’ll either have to get it shipped to wherever the hell it came from for repairs, or replace it with a new drum set which is conveniently for sale on its own now. of course, bonks might come down one day with his soldering thing and fix it.

i miss my chemical romance. there’s no angstier emo music you can really slit your wrists to.