In Continuum.

Ulcer

My mother has a strange mentality when it comes to buying stuff for me.This afternoon before she headed out to buy some stuff she asked if i want any instant noodles.So i told her the brand that's better and all,and she went out while i went to take a nap.

I woke up just a while later and she was back,and told me that she didnt buy the noodles because she couldnt find the brand.Because of that,she didnt by anything.I mean,she should know better that i am content with any kind of brand,it's just that one tastes better than the other,and anything is better than army crap.So i was kind of tipped off back there when she just went,"Oh,maybe i can go out again to buy it".I just kept asking her to not worry about it,and it is no big deal.But she insisted on going,and that kinda pissed me off.

I wonder why i kinda lost my temper back there.I didnt exactly show it,like yell at her or anything.I started tracing the roots of this anger thing,and discovered that it has got to do with this damn ulcer.You know how this sort of thing can potentially ruin the whole day for anyone.

This is retribution,i figured.Ive been singing too much and too often every weekend at home with my guitar.So the big guy up there decided that to shut me up,an ulcer would be a good tool to use.So right now everytime i attempt to do a say,Damien Rice song i would curse at the end of the song because it was just so damn painful.

Special thanks to Sloshblob here by the way.On a brighter note,i think she was either really bored online yesterday night,or really bored online yesterday night.Remember that song i posted here the other day?Well,like i said i didnt like the tune i had in my head at all.Happy tunes dont seem to go with me anytime,anywhere.I always sound like some bloody hippy,or a doped groupie when i write happier songs about anything.In fact,not just writing,but i dont exactly like happy-go-lucky songs either,save for a few rarities out there.Ruiyi says that i am a gloomy bastard all the time,because she is a clubber and enjoys shaking her booty to crazy hip-hop trash.But oh well,sue me for that i guess.You cant change the fact that sadder songs are always more thought provoking,most of the time.

Anyway,so she saw the lyrics and wrote a tune to it,played it,sang it,recorded it and sent it to me.She said she wanted me to sing it,and so i learnt that song i sent it back.Because i had this damn flu going on back then and that stupid ulcer i found it hard to sing it.It kinda fell flat,and i guess in a way it disappointed her and myself.But heck,i never took pride in singing or playing any more than my writing skills.So there you go,how an ulcer actually ruined the weekend for me.

I am going to name my ulcer,like i used to in JC.I used to name it Nirmala all the time,and everytime i touches something that sends a sharp pain through my mouth i would go "Fuck you,Nirmala".But i guess that name doesnt apply in my life's context right now.I wanted to use "SAF",but who in the right mind uses that kind of stupid name?Guess im gonna have to come up with something better.I thought of "Eddie",and that name sort of got stuck.So Eddie it is,and screw you Eddie.