Sunday, September 04, 2005

scent. for the fourth time.

I'm going to be on a murder rampage. This is the FOURTH time I'm going through what I wanted to say, and since I found Casper's "typing of the dead" game too stressful, I am an awfully slow typer. I'll be a model secretary in a Dilbert comic strip.

Well, I bought many things at Ikea with my dad yesterday. Since he's really coulourblind, I get to choose the colour. No prizes for those who guess right what colour. It's a pre requisite of being my friend, or even my acquaintance.

Then today, this bloke wore the same CK scent that Billy always wore ever since I've shown disturbing behaviour pointing towards my liking for it(namely finding lousy excuses to get really close to him to get a deep deep whiff of it.) It's a massive form of cruelty, to have to think of him and at the same time, feel that the scent had this sharp edge to it as if mocking me in my face that it's bearer isn't the one i miss, and how far I am from him. I wanted so bad to douse him in a bucket of thinner to get the smell off.

To get my mind off that incident, I was kidding to Angela how I deserve a "Best Improvement Award" if I managed to go through a whole term without being late even once. She thinks I'm being ambitious, I'm outraged. She knows me. So well, if i make it, then it should be a "Long Term Best Improvement Award". Or preferably a big 181cm tall, XXkg parcel. Please start saving, and chip in. It's for a noble cause, really.

gwen blogged at 5:57 PM