Sunday, August 28, 2005

Paranoia
Why did I choose that title for today? Mainly because I suffered it for most of the day.

I successfully dodged the bandboys yesterday. How? I left the house and didn't answer my cell if they called (Thanks Call Display!).

Instead of jamming with them, I went out with the family (minus the sister. I've got stuff to say about her later) to a Chinese mall that they wanted me to check out. And what a place it was. If I had the money, I would've shopped all day. Unfortunately, I only browsed to my hearts content. But now I know what I want when I return with cash.

I poked my head into the hair styling salons and well, the prices are sky high but their masterpieces are amazingly done. Young, Asian, modern hairstylists know their shit. This one guy had a blurple pearl shade to his diagonally spiked hair. I know it sound a bit unreal but I saw it with my eyes, man! These people are good! And hot! Yes. Hairstylists are hot. A majority of them were guys too. (Ehehe..) But their style and fashion looked simply gorgeous.

We then had dim sum together and the restaurant we ate at had these insanely delicious dumplings. Their siu mai was to die for. Honestly.

Throughout the day, I received call from Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Bassist on my cell. I didn't pick up of course but some time in the evening I did see "18 missed calls" on my display. That wasn't the worst of it. They called my house about twenty times too, leaving 8 messages desperately asking me to pick up or call them back.

Yes. I'm a prick for doing so but after all the garbage they've been doing in their personal lives, they deserve it. Stupid morons and their stupid 15-yr-old love-hexagons shit. They're pathetic. Besides, I want a break and knowing their stubborn asses, they probably would oppose to it. By disappearing for awhile, they have no say.

The paranoia bit comes into play because they know where I live, and I feared they would throw rocks at my window or somethigng retarded. Yes. They would do such a thing and that's why they're retards.

In a way I pity them. The band is completely dependant on me. Both with compositions and personal life. The world stops moving when Mr. Drummer leaves the scene. Heh. I gues their worlds are on pause for awhile then. I'm not budging from my break.

So while the bandboys paced back and forth wondering where the hell I've vanished to, the family and I visited my grandma's/aunt's house. We stayed there and had some coffee and waited for my sis to arrive.

When she finally did, she looked tired as all hell. She had been walking around all day at the Expo. I did see a very noticable grin on her face though. The type of grin that you have when you MEET ELIJAH WOOD!

She did. She got autogrpahs and pics and stuff. I'm jeolous beyond reality but I'm also very happy for her. She also snagged a bag full of stuff and she plans to do so again today. WITH ME!

YAY! I'm going to the expo! Comics, anime, sci-fi, and games! Oooo. Should be awesome. I'm going to take as many pics as I can (especially the cosplayers) so I can show you what I see. Okay? Wicked...

Ergh. Need money. Perhaps mommy will spare her loving son a btit of cash...

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. *whine* I have a huge bruise on my knuckle after stretching while walking out on the kitchen. F**king doorway....
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