Anyhow, it wasn't really as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, the crowd wasn't overly annoying, not too many people but there were still plenty enough to make the situation less boring. We were lucky to have a post where it was dry, with cornblock pavement and had leakproof roof, and there was a toilet (however small and inadequate) and a place to pray. It did rain later last night, and I felt sort of sorry for those guys out there. I personally hate it when it rains and the ground turns to very icky mush under my feet.
The booths are interesting, really. There was this one by a local lab, and it provided free glucose and blood pressure test. I went to do a check up and the results were okay, except maybe for the body weight part. How the heck did I gain all those kilos? Fuck. I always fail at diets because my gastric can't take them. Every time I skip meals it will hurt like fucking hell. Maybe I should find a safer, more effective way to lose some weight... but I also hate sports. I'm a helpless case, yes I know.
Errr... yes, back to the main topic. Well the point is, it wasn't half as boring as I thought it would be, but then there was the four of us in our booth. I'm not really sure how it will be when there are only two. At Friday I'll have to be there again with only one other person and she's an elderly lady... I hope I can take the laptop with me or whatever... But maybe it's safer if I don't. I can't guarantee someone will not steal it, the area is pretty dangerous to be showing off fancy electronic stuff.
So yeah... Maybe I've been very, very negative lately. But how could I help it? The situation at the office had gotten awkward because one person spoke bad about the other person and the other person heard it and I happened to be the poor, innocent girl who had to listen to all the whining and bitching. I'd like to tell them to go shove their problems up each others asses and stop bothering me, but here's the ugly thing about working in a government office: there's so much hypocrisy hovering in the air you can actually choke yourself with it. Everybody has to pretend they are enjoying each others company when they really aren't, everybody has to say nice things despite wanting to bash against the next person's head. It's frustrating, at times, although if I have to compare it to working at a private company, it's much, much bearable (though the payment isn't half worth it). I'm the kind of person who gets irritated very, very easily (I think I've made that quite clear), so it's hard whenever I needed to swallow my own anger incase I found something or someone offending me.
I guess the only chance I can be a billionaire is to write a damn good gay porn and publish it world wide; get a contract with some TV station in the USA to do a movie or maybe even a series on my book and recruit those yummy, pretty Japanese rockers to star in the movie. Oh yeah~ I bet I'll be rich in no time! XD
The only problem is, will or will not PSC let the GazettE boys do porn? Only time will tell, people. All we can do is cross our fingers (and mail the company with a very convincing MOU).
Gaze-Porn will look like this:
(Replace the microphone with something else we all know only men own, you see then it is pure porn)
Or something that is even more easily translated as "We do porn like this, people, now worship us!":
(I can always talk about how he touched his nipple in the concert and then licked his god damn finger and turned me to an ugly goo, but I'll refrain because that will be an endless talk of its own)
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