Run!
Reeled me in almost too early. Bad enough that I have a hideous posture, 'tard of a schedule had them shoulders of mine strained. Learned that cells shared the same characteristics as I. Hydrophobic. Them intellects (except for me and five other depressed faces) are departuring early from classes on Monday to get their bloody two hundreds-- perhaps, in an envelope, name announced with pure glory. Nose-flaring moments and audible heart palpations to accompany as they so gracefully walk up the stage and smile at the Botox-induced man. A sturdy handshake underneath cold hands. I could have been standing in between those lads and lasses, in a navy blazer and smiling so feverishly to the thought of the dollar bills I'm about to receive. Sad. How a single twist of fate (or, an alphabet) can decrease your ego in so many ways. Merry thoughts to consume: Chelsea 1-0 Reading. German crooners have always left me with a knot in the depths of my intestines. Another, two days of classes to endure next week-- with a five-day holiday follow-up. Horoscopes are a favorite of mine lately. A little superstition will do me good. (Plus!) So E's definitely going with me to the music fest. Good heavens, I can't wait :-/
And Azim, there is no way in the Mars Volta hell you're going to get the CD first :-)
[MUSIC] Cat Power - Silver Stallion
Shit.
And when naked honesty thrushes into your body, comes a moment when you can't feel a thing. Too numb for words. Hesitating for a move, and your eyes intensify. I felt like a horse, coming from a bad breed-- but between the bad and the good, only the latter needs to be embraced, no? Felt like shit earlier. Late for school, went to McDonald's to get hashbrowns first so that I wouldn't have to pick up dried leaves (a big WTF here, no?) or face some 15-minute lecturing on my fringe. I'm in dire need of an update if Bedlam's out here yet. My evening went supreme. Technology and clads of geeks contemplating and negotiating. I've always loved those mechanical gadgets. Have I mentioned that I'm deathly afraid of dentists? With white coats and somewhat evil smirk plastered on their faces. I long for the time where I'll feel calm during an appointment. Braces, a new phone, Incubus (Boyd, you wait) and February the 9th at MCPA. Examinations. A howl, a puff. All it takes to make me merry.
[MUSIC] the Mars Volta - Rapid Fire Tollbooth
POST-SCRIPT_ It takes a twist of fate, God's merciful takes and.. oh well, karma :-) Thank you.
Hi.
My Mondays are always a bliss :-) Sunday's mini-jog left me a minor calf strain and blisters. Non-Godsent things. Moving on-- last night's sleep was interrupted by consecutive nightmares I don't know why, superbly weird. Then saw a girl that despises me got kicked into the last class. The class that needs "special attention". Lord if it were me, I'd feel like a retard already. Hold up. Sorry. Anyhow, I really can't stand Chemistry. Chinese-infused slangs with serious scientific matters don't mix well. Doesn't help that I'm in the second row, a regular in front of her, cracking up behind my text books held up high whenever her slang gets the best of the words. Like, "oil" pronounced "oi"-- I mean, are you calling someone? Oi? Aku ke? Funny shit right there. Haha. Anyhow, I proved my own point: men are distracting. I tend to wander off into my own universe at times. Sit-down dates. Coffee breaks. Like a scripted movie. At this point, it's not helping either that-- (pauses, gulps, presses fullstop.)
[MUSIC] Ratatat - Seventeen Years
:-(
First off, my heart palpations weren't exactly audible yesterday evening. Fainted intentionally on my bed, under the soothing cool, over my lush blankets. Slept from four in the evening until nine in the morning the next day. Needless to say, I skipped school. For such reasons that my disciplinary teacher would perhaps, bash me with her LV bag. Was tired, God damn it. Today was woken up by a friend who screamed in his text message: "Explosions In The Sky! Explosions In The Sky!" and I, being the underaged (fuck 16) and in school on that day (fuck school) can't make it. Which makes my longing to study abroad even stronger. Explosions? TAKE THAT! Again with my gay man-bands. No-- seriously, Daft Punk live.. et al. My brother W came back a moment ago and left shitty smell in the toilet. I was expecting my fifty dollar note, not this. Damn. So anyhow, this shit is better than Switchfoot, hands down-- come on now. I need freaking Fratellis to come here already. Cheers for them working on their second album already-- merry, merry thoughts :-) Perhaps heading to the Rev Tour tomorrow since my friend's selling his tickets-- and I'm getting it for free. Though the thought of MySpace female bunch in bikinis and working the '05 shades will undoubtedly leave me suffocated. Ironically, I love people-watching. Amusement of some sort :-) Perhaps, perhaps. If not, face the hours of back pain I'll endure for intelligence upgrades. One unruly word: homework. Fucked up shit right there. Amran have left the How & Whys, which is putting the band in a mind strain. Whatever I can do to help, fellow mates.
[MUSIC] Frank Sinatra - Left My Heart In San Fransisco
:-)
Too great a man Petr Cech is! And Anelka's shots keep hitting the woodwork, not the back of the net. Grief smeared all over his face afterwards. Pity. So we're off to Wembley a month from now to face the ever-so-inspiring Spurs. Please don't pull a 5-1 on us. Aha. So a nice stunner by J Cole, superb cross by Malouda and Wright-Phillips trying to join Ferreira & Cole's group hug. Funny. I've not yet slept. Bathed, even. In future plans in the next 30 minutes, so don't be scared. Skipping '08's Rev Tour for the lack of wanted skateboarders and good bands. Except for one or two. All in all I'm definitely NOT going to sit at home, working on my Add Maths-- or anything me-ish. Geek-esque things. I've had enough for now, at least. The rest of the day shall commence with enthusiasm-- club's first gath and we're all pumped up to juice some fresh, naive blood. And will update on the two lame duo behind me-- fresh entertainment. Like the pleasure of stand-up comedians. Yes. Ciao!
P/S: Aw, he became a father just the night before :-)
[MUSIC] Louis XIV - Me Me Me Me
I had to.
So Spurs cruised by easily past Arsenal, almost (hold up, definitely) embarrassing them with a 5-1 triumph. Proof that with excellent strikers and mind-blowing midfielders but with no good defenders, even the shittiest (not Spurs, of course-- was thinking of Wigan actually) team can hammer you down. First goal at merely three minutes of the first half by Jenas. Then up to two before the half-time whistle blew, own goal by (the broody, six footer whom I'm so keen on at the moment) Bendtner. Headed into his own net, how sad. The rest of the stack of goals are from Keane (I love this man, especially with him doing the victory dance, how merry!) and then from Lennon, followed by the cherry on top of the icing-- a goal from Malbranque. The Gunners did however went home with a nice finish by Adebayor. Now, I'm scared shitless of the finals at Wembley-- be it that we win tomorrow night against Everton (which I think we're capable of) and to face this side of Spurs? Goddamn. Aha. Honestly now I'm tearing a little-- Heath Ledger (Brokeback's gay cowboy, 10 Things' charming teenager, he's in Casanova opposite Sienna Miller, in A Knight's Tale, etc) is dead. Apparently he'd OD-ed with sleeping pills. Perhaps accidental. Good Lord I love this man. Good God, how.. :-(
P/S: So it was accidental. But still.. good Lord HEATH LEDGER MAN!
[MUSIC] Sufjan Stevens - Dumb I Sound
And so it is.
It's ironic how I forgot my stack of stationeries rather than a stack of brownies. Perhaps the importance of good food is consuming my thoughts. Righteous. In dire need of weekends-- exhaustion's causing nine straight hours of sleep right after classes. The duo behind us perhaps have noticed the snickering that Z and I make during their love-talk sessions. Apparently she has three boyfriends and a morbid need to elaborate on each conversation that took place. In pure rempit-kampung slangs. I now keep my thickest text book under my table for moments that I think is reasonable for me to just.. (insert violent thoughts). Aha. Rest of the week will commence with Godsent vibrant feelings. And earlier I heard someone said, "What's the fuck?" after a rather confusing sentence. Please. Learn your WTFs right, okay? Cusses aren't meant to sound funny. I hate grammatical errors when it comes to cusses. "You're suck", for instance. NO ONE CAN BE A "SUCK". Bodoh betul.
[MUSIC] We Are Scientists cover Boyz II Men - I Belong To You (here.)
WAS need more drunken moments like these. The irony of a bottled beer in hand, unconscious blabbering, sashaying crowds that surprisingly know the words to an ultra cheesy love song. It proves a point. I am not lame! Haaha.
Blah.
I did not, despite the raging urge, shave my legs at 4 A.M. Crisp white uniform, a brand new week. My Mondays aren't usually filled with the blues. Assembly was hilarious. Though sitting on vigorously raw tar wasn't that funny. Hurts shitless, actually. In his best efforts, our disciplinary teacher tried to sound adorable. Failed. And it was remarkably funny when everyone had their heads down when the principal's talking. Like a tribal ritual. Normal, really. So our science experiment, Adam-- is sixteen today. Unfortunately he's not a laboratory baby. Normal, manual labor but slight malfunctioning going on with his behavior. My friends and I-- we keep records in our heads on what he's doing. He can do imaginary yoga at the back. At times, rub the white board but not actually doing it. Scary, I know. Classes went by good. The duo behind me can't stop talking about their love conquests and failure. Pre-relationship conversations on the phone with lame, sarcastic sentences. Lame betul budak budak ni. So that's what I do everyday. Pretend that I'm highly engrossed in my war-themed novel and listen to all those b-shit all day :-) And I think curling up like a shrimp is taking it's toll on my spinal cord. Which happens to end at my ass (or, wherever near, maybe, I don't know) for some well-deserved pain. Tolong :-( I can't stand up after hours of sitting. I'm sixteen, for fuck's sake.
P/S: I've just discovered the power of lining your upper lid with noir kohl. Magic!
[MUSIC] Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
I now hand over Indie MP3s to my classmates in order to get them musically-inclined. Apparently they love Vampire Weekend, a good dose of those swanky Scots, couple of tunes from You Say Party! We Say Die! (sounds like Metric-ish) and Couple. I'm supporting local music ni (!)
Hi.
So the old man did remember me, after all. The female 5'3 (perhaps?) equipped with a determined face. And visibly hungry for some good food :-) I can't find anything to wear anymore besides my bandage skirt. My belt is pulling a Houdini on me. Brother J sent us to One U and right after that straight to the Push Skate Shop event-- I can only imagine the stereotypical scene. Aha. Had lunch at Ms. Read, went to find my sister's future baby boy's cot, browsed around Baby Gap. Made me not ever want to have babies anymore. The cost of it all is perhaps equivalent to a pair of Lanvin shoes. Or anything relative. Not so much enthusiasm today. Refrained myself from meeting someone. Don't know why. So! Chelsea versus Birmingham, no second doubts on a win, our squad is complete. Though they did manage to give the other big threes some kick-ass scorelines, it won't happen to us! Right lads! Aha. I want to transfer schools.
[MUSIC] John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
