another day nothing in my way

some blogs are just annoying. you opened them up, and songs immediately got blasted outta nowhere, which jolted you by suprise, especially if you're surfing in the quiet and peaceful of the after-midnight hours.

i'm not against streaming music you know, i even have it here in my own blog (forgive me if it jolted you, for which, i'm sure your speaker must be too loud or something ;) but before you start to think i'm pot calling you a kettle black yet, at least my stop-streaming button is not as invisible as the iraqi wmd.

plus, who could possible hate terry geiger?

being prisoned in my own bedroom was making me all weird. there was a volleyball session on-going in NUS hardcourt today that i should have joined, but gave it a miss. my side is still a bit sore from the fall few days ago so i decided to just let it rest. this valid reason to just laze around and not feeling guilty doesn't come often.

anyway, for the sake of those who were playing, i'm glad that we decided to go for a hardcourt rather than beach volleyball. at least with such chilling weather outside today, ppl won't get sick from wearing skimpy clothes. looking at the gloomy sky, you'd think you were in london or something. london with the london eye shifted 350km up north in tasik titiwangsa, kl that is.

before i started talking to the walls, i went out for awhile to tampines late noon. after the bathroom incident, i've been stockpiling anti-slip bathmap ever since. well, actually started yesterday. now you could even do tap dance in there and i'm sure you'll be fine.

actually i was trying to find a toaster cover. i'm starting to get suspicious of what could go inside the toaster when it's not being used. this may sound tiny-whiny but i was practically out of things to buy for my house. well except one for the car park below, but that's another story.

the nice lady in metro asked me to look for the cover at this variety household shop near the mcdonalds. sure enough they have tons of stuff, you name it you got it. only that when i actually asked them, the male helper in a most perplexed face ever, mentioned he didn't know what a toaster is. so i asked the shop lady and she didn't know either.

i mean, that thing that pops up hot and crispy breads, is called a toaster, right?
how the hell that they don't know, especially after i've pronounced it as singlish as i could?

anyway, at least that added a bit of spice to an otherwise a monotonous day, just another day nothing in my way. that particular offline icon in my msn doesn't make things any better either.

so do some song-blasting blogsites.


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