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Written on: Saturday, October 31, 2009
THE IMAM TODAY WAS DAMN POWER, POWER TTM TAKYAH HENSHIN PON BOLEH POWER OVER NINE THOUSANDDDDD.Time: 12:48 AM AND his khutbah was damn power, it made a lot of sense and was super inspirational. I'd like to think that's what I've been thinking, in that I'm not just studying because I have to. I really wanna know everything I can know, and I'll try my best. I'm not so concerned with the fact that I'm sitting for an examination, I'm more worried that I can't understand things fast enough or think in a certain way or solve problems with speed. That's what I'm interested in. I guess the A's are fairly important, but there's so much more to live for that I won't kill myself over this one examination. Course I will try, try hard, but the more I think about it the more afraid and stressed I get. I don't like that... so maybe I'll stop thinking so much. Whatever it is, I hope you're coming along well with your preparations, if you're a J2. Or whoever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you're doing fine. You can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it, and believe in yourself and God-willing, you will reach your goals. I can't wait for after A's cos I'll finally be able to spend all day everyday with my brothers, we've got an exciting project that they've cleverly called... haha... Gaybros. Hahahahahahhahahahahahhahaha there's a nice ring to it but that's as far as it goes. Think about the name and it all goes downhill. We wanna sing together and record it and whatever. There are SO MANY merepek things we can do that we haven't, I can't wait. The two of you might me the most IRRITATING and CHILDISH and ANNOYING and IMMATURE and IRRITATING and WHATEVER ELSE YOU HAVE people in the world, but I still love you very much with all my hearts. I have five. And that's not just because your birthdays are approaching muahahaha. Second-last thing I wanna talk about, because I don't wanna end on a sad note. It still saddens me deeply when I watch or hear about the shit they did to Michael Jackson. He was such a magnificent person, it really, really pains me that he's gone. Its something not so easy to accept, I don't know why. Its even more unbelievable that people can be so cruel. It makes me so afraid and so angry that so many people can get away with so much wrongdoing, but that's not all, they have to bring down the good, too. We need to change this world, and we'll do it. I'll do whatever I can, mark my words. Provided I'm not too tired... because, you see, I was contemplating a quiet life all by myself in the woods or something, no world leader schmagic. We'll leave all this worrying to me then. Hahahahhaha. So the last thing I wanna talk about! I forgot to include this earlier. The other day, after school (read: ten plus plus pm), I was hungry and needed protein. NO NOT FOR MUSCLES its just nice. Protein tastes kinda... fruity. Well anyway I decided to fry an egg. Time three. Three eggs in short. Aheheheh long time since I did some cooking. Well anyway it started out well. Shortly into the beginning of the cooking processing, Mak came to the kitchen 'Eh there's marinated chicken in the fridge, do you want it?' SET AH! WHY NOT! WHY EVEN CONSIDER NO! CHICKEN! WOOHOO! So my mom pan fried the chicken... get this... beside me! Ok maybe that was quite unclimax. But anyway. Damn cool sia, mother and son cooking side by side, talking about things. The only thing was, uh... I lost some of my skeels. I used to be able to make flawless egg dishes. But that day, uh, not enough butter, so uh, a bit dry, then uh, a little LITTLE SMALL bit went hangus. Burnt. STILL NICE THOUGH I ate it all up. Dah, that's all, that was the small bit that nyehhed the whole wowness of the incident. But I'm glad to say I had a wonderful dinner and speaking of dinner its time to sleep I gotta reset my body clock good night sleep tight don't let the werewulf bite get smart stay shark keep safe save money keep pets check the time visit the toilet often to avoid wetting yourself. Hello, I've come to collect your soup Labels: komentatr, repotr, sleeping patterns, thoughts Don't suede it, man
Written on: Thursday, October 29, 2009
Mama gave me this bracelet, I think its daaaaamn cool and it makes me feel cooler hahaha. Now my goal is to workout my forearms till the bracelet fits tightly, just so I have a target to work towards. Eh but but but k nevermind I'll discuss this in my mind later. For now I'll just keep talking to it, cos this bracelet, it speaks.Time: 11:47 PM And I also thought. Realized? Maybe, still thought. God gave us family and friends so we'll be happy. And second families too hahahhahahaha I really like the idea of our 'family' thing lolololol. But maybe we should agree that its Syafiq's house we're living in, kalau tak nanti dier merajuk ke per, kan Syafiq? But more importantly, did I ever say how happy a person I am. Yeah I did. Ok so no need to say again hah. And I was laughing at the 'you got new friends but I got homies line'. Elaboration unnecessary. K ah that's it try to study eat some more now Fauzan wants to use the computer, maybe to watch MORE MICHAEL JACKSON VIDEOS FAUZAN I KNOW YOU'RE READING MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA k bye Hello, They grow in the dark Labels: no ligaments, thoughts Moar coar
Written on: Monday, October 26, 2009
I think, my world would be just fine if there were no people and mirrors to look at me. No one to tell me what they want me to hear, nor unwittingly reveal what they think. I thought about it again and again, and I realize I may not be able to prove anything to anyone regarding my skeelz as a parent, cos I would really want to live by myself.Time: 2:24 AM But that can get really scary especially with all the ghosts and stuff but I'll work something out later. I'm a very happy person feeling very sad now, and nothing in the world can cheer me up (I think? But I'm not as sad as ten minutes ago, so... how ah) because the worst part is what I'm sad about is true, very true, undeniably unfalse and unlyishly notfake. I like my words they keep me company on lonely nights when everyone's asleep and I'm supposed to try to get some work done hahahahha I amuse myself. So now I've decided that at any point in time I'm going to do whatever it is that I want, and it must be good, because I can't afford to live my life for anyone else. A lot of people should know by now that I really can't can't can't give two shits about A's, because if I could have everything my way, I wouldn't be here. Its possible, don't tell me its not, I don't have to live your life because that's all you've done so far. AND the best part is I DON'T have to prove anything to anyone. BUT I've also decided that this is one of the last chances I have to prove to my parents that I'm not such a, uhh, dumbass. I've said before I want them to have solid evidence that I'm a GOOBOI! or a smart person whatever, SOOOOOOO I gotta try and get my straight A's. I'm gonna study as hard as I can without killing myself, without compromising life and remaining sane. I've decided its not worth ANYTHING to DIE for one exam. I'm not everyone else remember. SOOOOOOO My strategy is work hard, pray hard, go in, do the paper, get out, continue with life, repeat till end of As. Then I'll go on to do great things (InsyaAllah) though I must say I'm thinking twice about ruling the world. For now, my minimum goal is to give my family a comfortable life, I want my parents to be able to retire as early as they like and live off my income, and I want my brothers to have whatever money they need to do whatever they want to because they're brilliant people and I'd be more than happy to sacrifice my chakra to propel them to greater heights. You know if you look at Newton's Laws... k forget it. I was told to do something so people won't laugh at me in the future. Haha. Hahahahhahahaha. I mean come ON, really? If I do, then I shouldn't stop there, now, should I. There's so much to laugh about, why even start. So I try to get back to my 'I don't give a shit' mode where everything's cool. But I cannot stop thinking about everything going on around me, and it seems this world is becoming more of a living hell. Its sad, the things going on around us, but you must be happy. Becauuuseeeee there are forces greater than we can imagine that help the good, and every good deed goes a long way. Keep doing what's right and standing up for justice, we will make a difference, fo' sho'. It's late, I should sleep, yall take care and do yourselves proud. Hello, Bye Labels: thoughts ForG10
Written on: Wednesday, October 21, 2009
SHEEEET I forgot that the previous previous post was number 300, I was supposed to have a Leonidas based post or something. Nevermind there's always 600 (=300x2) (hahaha wth is =3) (oh looks like a cat face) or some shit like that.Time: 12:09 AM I was just about to happily start this post when BAM! Blogger loaded in Mother Huge size. All the font's krazy big and stuff. Nevermind x2. Then I was about to sign in, when an eggshell fell in between the keys of the keyboard. Panic! For a bit! Nasib bukan disco! Lame! Nevermind! MOVING ON! I frantically shook the keyboard, used the heimlich manoeuvre and after some implicit integration the small fragment of an egg dropped out uneventfully. Tu lah, Mak dah cakap jangan makan kat meja personalcomputer, tanak dengar tu... Nevermind x3, the important thing is that you know HOW the egg came about. Hmm, egg. What is this egg that he speaks about? Well he will tell you. After he gets out of third person. Well you see I need my protein CHEYYYYY and because I don't drink protein shakes (like some people who ah who ah I also dunno) I need to resort for a holiday. Then you know, I was faced with the age old dilemma of whether to fry, risk cracking then microwaving it, or boiling or whatever. When my mom took out this old contraption designed solely for the purpose of cooking eggs. You pierce the flat part of the egg with the under of the measuring cup (its damn sharp I didn't notice it while rinsing everything. I can do housework.), then place the egg on the, uh, egg tray. This part caused me some confusion which I shared with Mak. How do I orientate said egg? The picture on the kotak (box) (funny ah, after ALL that malay up there I offer to translate one bloody word) showed all the white eggs sharp side up. Maybe they photoshopped it... Anyway I put the hole (very small small hole) side up. Then you fill the cup with as much water as you need depending on egg population and desired consistency. Pour everything in the hot tub and swishh horn. Wait, then after some time it'll start chirphing or shit, eggs done. This is when Hell threatened to break loose. I wanted to turn off the thing, but because the spring behind the button is extra hard, I had to support the machine to prevent it slipping off. Touchy touchy the body, ooh hot, don't hold there, so HAPPILY STUCK MY FINGER in the hole at the top of the plastic casing. Hole? For what? TO LET ALL THE GODDAMN STEAM OUT. MAK, PANDAI SAK. Thankfully the hole was small, so I only ouched a little bit. Once bitten twice shy. Twiceth bitten when I took off the case and all the steam was everywhere and WHOA not bad quite hot. GAAAH! Put down the cover and stood well back. A very hot scene inDeEd. Thankfully Fauzan was there to make sure I didn't do anything stupid. "Keka why don't you use a fork and spoon or something to carry the eggs out. Don't action pandai use your hands or something." I couldn't say anything, so I thanked him hahahah. And now, when I'm peeling my egg, I realize how much I took so many things for granted. At all those majlis perkahwinanses, I took their berkats for granteds. All those eggs, all that protein, wow time flies... And now when aku dah besar panjang, or tua nak mampos according to Zul, and I have to boil my own eggs, I realize how much I should have appreciated all the newly weds. Then I also realized that once upon a Mat or Pak Cik must have had the bright idea of giving eggs as berkat just so he could have an excuse for someone to boil a million eggs. Then its protein party, guests are happy, and all's well liang teh. But history got messed up and so you have the crap stories of today. That's it, I'm done here, I haven't even feenish pilling the foist egg, I got a long night ahead of me. Its still damn hot sak. AND I HAVE TO READ GEOG, that's my life principle until A levels. How Fawaz, will you do it? DO YOU HAVE THE DITHIPLIN, THAMINA AND CONTHENTHRATHEN. Well... I guess we'll find out on the next episode of Hello, Tell me why the scent lingered why why Labels: repotr Earpeace
Written on: Saturday, October 17, 2009
Smekommm... kita nak blog siket niari pasal ader banyak nak bilang awak-awak. I also nak write down some thoughts, you nak baca pon boleh, tak nak takper, pasal this is like a log, you paham? If annoying siket then I'm sowwy :pTime: 12:34 AM Eh WHAT ah enough of that shit, I started to sound like a girl towards the end. First part still boleh maintain mannism uh, so I can keep talking like that as long as I have enough energy to make sure I keep to the awak-kita/I-you systems. First of all I'd like to say how frackin' shiok it is to, how do I put this, exfoliate your face. Its nothing fancy, just HIMALAYA DUNNO WHAT BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING dunno what. Jap I find a picture for you non-linguistic people... It feels like every square piconanomicromillicentideci meter of your face is awakened, all ze bladd is rrasshing to your veins, zat is kold ze pamp. But really, I can feel blood in my face, like really feel the blood, uh, flowing. Makes me feel damn awake and fresh and smart. Which is deeply ironic because I'm getting unhelpably sleepy, at an alarming rate. Another way to wowwify your face is to keep making weird faces, scrunch it up and stretch your face, move every muscle. Its really good, I'm not joking about this, Jack LaLanne calls it facial exercise. Very important. Because I like your face. Then I also realized that Singapore is fking powerful. We've got three races, INDIANN!!!! Malay and Chinese, and we are daaaamn bloody powerful cos of each other. I will now elaborate, uncensored sugarfree, original and the freshest you can get it anywhere. Nothing to peel some more. See ah, the Malays are damn good at making things look high class, like its so grand liddat. The Hari Raya dunno what lebaran thing for example. You see everyone well dressed. I think a good fraction of the audience was damn uncomfortable, in their tight kebayas and whatnot, strutting around like they left something up their... hair, making it hard to balance. You know, like hairbrush or stray hairpin, that could poke your scalp and cause semi-disabling pain. So they know how to make things look grand, got quite goot taste, although content may be zero or damn HUH?!-able. The Indians on the other hand are quite bo chap, like srzly tak tau macam maner nak up-kan style. BUT their content is like damn good, damn mother power, fuyyoh shiok sampai audience takleh angkat joget-joget fail tapi takper, paiseh pon orang tak nampak, gelap per. But seriously, that was how it was like on TV just awhile ago, Deepavali selebreshen. Although MOST MOST MOST of the crowd was well behaved. Then you have the Chinese, who are REALLY good at the nitty gritties, the perfectionizing things. They finetune everything to the max its just damn amazing. I can't think of any examples now but its definitely a baseful claim. SO the magic is you put all three together, we combine our strengths, correct our flaws, and... can put up one good performance. No seriously, that's all we can do. Just perform. Nothing else. No defence, no school, nothing, cos its not that racially related in my opinion. Therefore I suggest we quit being a conformist nation and turn into one huge show. Gerek beb. Hello ministers, please consider my suggestion, it'd be damn fun and you can dress up more coolly too. Something I saw on TV made me recall the 'If you've got it then flaunt it' thing. But if uh, you got nothing... wth you wanna flaunt ah sia. People can die you know, YOU KNOW OR NOT. But I'd like to end of this post with advice, cos I'm damn old, damn pro, everything, blah blah blah. Oh and I'm gonna rule the world one day so I'd like everyone to be happy, might as well start now. Go out and do whatever the hell you want to do with your life, because you CAN. You just gotta totally believe in yourself, zero doubts. That, I think, may be quite hard, and so makes a lot of people hold back. Quit school! Start a business! Whatever it is you just gotta set your sights and work your ass off. If you're faced with a huge problem its only cos you're a great person. Or you're really damn suay ah but still, God only gives you what you can handle. And I'd like to share once more my interesting ideal life view. Imagine we've all got hooks, like fishing rods. If you care for someone it means you are hooked to that person (lol the pun, whatever). Thing is, with so many caring people, one poor person will be pulled and stretched in so many ways. Ways he might not like, or want to go. So, everybody duduk diam diam. Don't be so extra, just do for yourself first, go solo, mano a no mano, each man for himself, BUT, BUT BUT BUT ALWAYS ALWAYS be quick to help someone. Like that you save people before they fall, and don't cause a hell of a mess. No offence ah, but I think its damn irritating when girls fuss over every. Thing. One person wants to go to the toilet. So everyone must be asked if they want their bottles refilled, wanna come with me? Where's X? Oh she went first? Anyone wants food along the way, I'm passing by the shop. Damn leceh fying and you don't get much done. Don't get me wrong, I really really really appreciate it that you think so much about others, and I'd do the same for you in a heartbeat, but really, there's a limit to all this cushy mushy caring sharing thing. Which is why I think an organization of all or mostly women, is highly highly effficient, but daaaaaaamn stress to the MAKSIMOOOOOOMz. Guy groups on the other hand will probably be damn slow and slack, but relek beb, we're all having a good time. Then we all happy happy then everyone happy happy kan good. Ok SHIT ITS ONE AM I didn't think it'd take long )@#(*$)*#%)# )(@#*^_#@)%*&(*$&%( there goes my early sleep k bye Hello, I please and thank you Labels: advice, ideas, komentatr, sleeping patterns, thoughts Those sneakeys...
Written on: Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Its all very coincidental. We talked about scary things in school. While I was brushing my teeth just now, I heard someone approaching from outside. I always guess who the person is, from the sound and movement patterns. The toilet door was open, so I looked through the mirror to see when the person approached. It then seemed like an invisible person passed by, I could hear the soft sounds of movement, but saw nothing. Then there was the sound of a plastic bag being dragged or something on the floor, typical kitchen sound. And a thud, from the dustbin, another typical sound. I wasn't alarmed, thinking I somehow missed the person... cos you know right, I'm so big I block most of the mirror ok getting carried away, ANYWAY. I came out and there was no one. Looked outside at the hall and Fahim was sitting at this table, reading. Fauzan went to sleep awhile ago. Mak was watching the TV in her room, beside Bapak who was sleeping. Muma was asleep too.Time: 12:55 AM Then again if someone really did enter the kitchen, I might have missed him... AND his journey out cos you know right I'm so big I block most of the mirror ok this has GOT. TO. STOP. Later. And now, while thinking of a title for this post, I looked at the corner of this table, and saw a book... 'My Haunted House' by Angie Sage. Hahahahah its so dunno what its funny. But not this house, no, its just been an interesting night. But I dissect (yah yah I know its digress but doncha think dissect sounds so much kooler). I've always wanted to say this: if you type differently from how you speak, then to me, you are a hypocrite. Or something, cos I really don't understand why people would do that. If I really really can't imagine you talking as I read something you sent, then something's wrong with you, cos my imagination's working fine. Oh look, the fairies are going honey-gathering! In more important news, I read one of my friend's blogs, and she (first clue there) had many important things to say. It made me really think of how I'd been thinking aka metacognitionizationing, and force myself through what seems to be a hard shell I've, what, grown? I thought about what she said, and I'm really really thankful for all the things I have, especially ESPECIALLY my family. It almost seems the post was directed to me, but that just shows how guilty I felt. I still love my family, will always do. They'll irritate me to hell but I love it that way hahahha. What a wise person she is, that friend. AND! Now I have a mega idea to share, a life-changing policymaking field-bending superposition. I'm gonna convince the whole WORLD why we should all pray and think of everyone else. I've done it before I think, but it came to me again. Divine intervention? HWOW! But let's not get carried away ok, Fawaz? Ok. Good. Thanks. You're welcome. You too. K carry on. Ok. Everytime you pray, pray for your parents, family, teachers, friends, people who've done good to you, and everyone else. Then we assume everyone does this. Imagine then, every morning you wake up feeling better, look at yourself in the mirror and you look brighter, everything is more beautiful in your world. That's because many many manneh people have been praying for you. Shiok giler hot babe kan. Then our lives will just keep getting better and better. Because praying mantis. I also invented a new word, econsultation. It means econs consultation, but the concise form of the word makes talking so much more easier, Wow, how did I survive without it before! Try it now! Each sold separlarjleakj lkaje lkanavnoisdnv lafjaokj la blhah. Imma gonna sleep yall take care keep up the good nerd I mean work, don't care what happens just keep working and working and believing, you'll get what you deserve ok ciao long sentences like these are a sure sign of needsleep, otherwise known as siak ah its damn blardy late I need to go and slp rdy bye still haven't reset sleeping pattern must slep propler lare can't atppe serlwel can't be boehtehred to type proeprly tiemt o ego Hello, Do I satisfy your equation Labels: ideas, repotr, sleeping patterns, thoughts Shit I need more protein
Written on: Saturday, October 10, 2009
Because its supposed to be 1 gram of protein for every pound of bodyweight. That's one hundred and fricking forty five grams, so you can calculate my body weight if you really have nothing better to do. Or if you're a perv or stalker or sick mind or whatever... just remember that what goes around comes around. And someday, someone will calculate YOUR bodyweight. But I digress. The problem is I realized how hard it is to get that much protein without stuffing myself to the brim and beyond. The idea of protein supplements is getting very very tempting, hello Syafiq, Zul and Muz. But the more I reason out with myself, the more I think I should just forget it and get to work. Homework, studying, that kinda work.Time: 9:32 PM Last night, for some reason, I wasn't hungry for very long, yes thank you very much for all your concern hahaha. I was sssseriously hoping to get hungry by the time I reached home, so I can eat when its not too late/avoid waking up hungry in the middle of the night. But noooooo, the hunger switch remained in the off mode for most of the night. Until around 2 am. So I went to get myself food, in the dead of night and everyone else asleep. Sat in front of the computer (which had been distracting me the whole night NOOOOOOOO), and decided that I might as well make the most of my time by watching a movie. Perfect plan ah, jenius. So I watched The Naked Gun just cos it was still in my computer, and ended up finishing the whole movie. So I slept at four. Woke at 9, did some calculations, alamak only 5 hours, so i went back to sleep. Then woke again at one, planned to go to school. Told Hanif I just woke up, told myself to get out of bed and get to school, until some people at home said nasty things to me, so I went back to sleep. Sucks you know, to wake up to such comments. ANYWAY James Bond once said 'die another day' so I guess that means back to work. Good luck with all your studies everyone, stay healthy and bright and dirty. That's the lyrics of the song, right? Ahh shit battery dying now I gotta find the damn charger WHYYY. Hello, You are jilty Labels: hangar, repotr, sleeping patterns Apple shepherds
Written on: Sunday, October 04, 2009
Unlike many of my good friends, I'm not gonna disrupt my blogging pattern. Life pattern, if I were to be more accurate. Its just a month left to As and personally I won't like a sudden change. I'm gonna try to keep gymming every week, cos EXERCISE IS IMPORTANT. I can't completely shut myself off from so many things cos it'll just kill me. Logically speaking, if life should be on hold till after As, so should death. Alright now stop. And wiggy wiggy.Time: 11:25 PM I'm really scared, very very scared, about this coming week. Maybe just the first two days. I used to enter the exam hall insufficiently prepared, and I really hate myself for doing that. The thing is, it was easier for me to accept bad results. Sometimes I expected poor marks and even felt happy when I managed a pathetic pass. That's what I reduced myself to, tsk. Moving on, we arrive at prelims. I studied my ass of and I did so much work for this, I really tried, and I enjoyed myself doing it can you believe it. For once in a long while, I sat for a paper and knew what was going on. I could stare at questions and make sense out of them, not just grit my teeth and skip, hoping to accumulate enough marks to have a decent score. Decent never came by the way, and I'm not gonna hide that. Never tried to, never gonna. So I'm really afraid now, because I tried. I'm so afraid that all that I did was not enough, and that I have too much left to do before the actual thing. Its bad enough that I get the impression, that a lot of my tutors think I'm stupid. Like, really dumb sorta hopeless case. The kind of student they'd cry in joy for when he just manages a PASS for his A LEVELS. I'd like to think I'm not, so I gotta work towards what I know I'm supposed to be. I know for a fact I made some stupid mistakes in my papers. How on EARTH CAN THE NORMAL REACTION FORCE HAVE A ONE-ONE RATIO WHEN THE TWO SLOPES ARE INCLINED AT DIFFERENT ANGLES WTF WAS I NOT THINKING. I SWEAR I WANTED TO BEAT MYSELF TO A PULP WHEN I SAW MY ANSWER, but its too late for that. Nevermind. So I'm telling myself this: whatever happens, happens. I've got some time left, and the support of many amazing people. I've never been alone in this struggle, and there's always help when I need it. So I'll just accept my results. If I do well, Alhamdulillah. That will be more than enough motivation for me to work more assess off, grow some more, then work But if I don't. Then I'll be sad, depending on how badly I did. Sad, really sad, I may even wanna cry, but as with everything else, it'll pass quickly. Then I'll work more asses off, grow some more, then work smarter still. The rest of the journey will be, in short, (1) Hard work (2) Prayer (3) Faith Once I've done the first two, I'll leave it to Allah, for He knows best, and He will give me what is best, and what I deserve. Its my wallpaper, Straight As No Regrets, but its the latter that I'm more concerned with. Hard work has started and will not stop. Remember I said how there are always people behind me? For what its worth, I'm always behind you my friends, and I'll be there if you need someone to kick you hard in the butt. Or anything else, we could work out a win-win plan, plus brokerage fees. Back to work, I love work, I love work. Let's play a work game play a work game if you want work if you want- Hello, For Joint + Muscle Pain 120 for two, just two
Written on: Friday, October 02, 2009
Alamakkk, sad lah sad lah. I was on my way home. Just got off the train, to be precise, when I saw this girl. Somehow my first impression was 'whoa', not cos she was some scantily clad low-life, she wasn't, but there was something about her. BUT as usual I behave like nothing happened, because I really was quite eager to find out what time Fahim wanted tuition. I was messaging my tutor, to fix an appointment for tomorrow.Time: 11:43 PM So that girl was in front of me at the escalator, and when we exited at the try-to-scan-your-card-but-sometimes-fail-hahaha-you-look-stupid-oh-wait-it-worked-?-then-walk-through-a-sea-of-people-somehow-unable-to-find-a-better-area-to-walk-across, and she coincidentally took the same route out of the station. No surprise there, its a very limited space. But then, as we were leaving (technically speaking, cos she was a coupla metres ahead of me), this boy ran crying, short little boy. A few of us stared, thought he was running to someone. But he ran past us, stood and screamed more, then ran a bit and stopped. The girl kinda slowed down to look, but I wasn't really interested in her then. My good boy instincts kicked in, as well as my wtf sense. No one was really doing anything to help the poor creature so I went up to him and crouched, cos he's really short, and tried to speak to him, IN CHINESE (LOL sempat rehearse mentally a few steps before I reached him. Xiao di, mama cai na li? Speeling fail? Entah.), over his wailing. He started saying mama mama mama and pointed all over the place. Somehow he caught the attention of a few ladies, and one by one they came to the scene and attempted asking him the same question. Interesting observation: each of them phrased it differently, like style or something, but completely unintentional. I supposed they were mothers, cus they had the, uh, motherly look. Seeing as to how this Indian boy was 'overshadowed' cast aside and ignored, I got up instead to look around the small MRT station. To see if there was a woman frantically searching for a lost something. Nope. Made a round and when I returned, child and crowd were gone. Oh yah, so was the girl DAYUMN. I didn't really care what happened to him; maybe kidnapped, or dumped in a drain somewhere to shut him up, or maybe his mama was found. Who knows, I didn't, still don't, and don't intend on finding out. Waste of time. Anyway I learnt later from my mother that the way to tackle these little sonsofstitches is to say straightfaced: If you want your mummy stop crying. Macam attempted robbery gitu, eh. Then again I'm thoroughly convinced my mom can rob a bank and when the police get statements from the staff they'll be like 'But she asked nicely!' or 'I'm still convinced that was the most logical thing to do, what's wrong?'. Ok not to put Mak in such a bad light, its just that she's good at talking, and psycho-ing people. I hope I inherited enough heheh. So anyway I was kinda mad that there just had to be a bloody wailing kid to separate me from that girl. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning on stalking her or anything, I just uh wanted to know, um, if she took the same path to somewhere nearby. No, really, I've not seen her around. Every other common nonspecial face I can almost recognize on any given day, she stood out. And there was something about her nonetheless, I might have gone up to say hi, who knows. Well anyway (at first I typed so anyway, then I lookt up at the previous paragraph) I continued on home, feeling kinda sad, cos she was nowhere around. I walked through (boring old) Sun Plaza cos I wanted to get a litre of NutriSoy Fresh Soya Bean Milk with dunno how many grams of protein. Of the whole carton, I planned to consume half on my journey home. I'm a growing boy and I need my protein if I wanna grow right. JENG JENG JENGGG!!! As I turned out to walk towards 7-11 (yeah Ken Lim your ads are mother dumb, and you wore too much lipstick. Stick one up, will ya, sicka ya trash if ya know what I'm sayin'. And I think Kanye West won't even 'letcha finish' if he could crash your trash talk time), I SAW HER! (At this point I'm realizing how strange it must be for sharing all this here on my blog. Oh well I don't think too much about unnecessary things, so I'll keep sharing. Take what you may, dear reader!). She was at the slope that people walk down to get to the pavement. That is the pavement I take if I drop by 7-11. And you know what? Genius in me somehow said ok quick one we'll (we?!) get the soymilk and catch up to her. I'm not being super perasaan or something but as she was walking off she turned around twice, and she might have seen me. Oh that Indian boy who step can talk to kids. Psssht, since when do guys talk to kids? Hah even if they do, why was the boy yelling away in two languages anyway. Genius, right. So I swung into 7-11 and went straight for the fridge at the back. I was honestly damn happy cos yesterday, I saw this step cool guy take the second last carton right in front of my face, and I found the last hidden somewhere. This time I took the last one. I pumped my fist or something in celebration, and was all yessss when I looked out the glass and saw this fat chick sitting outside staring at me all sullen eyed. I flashed her a bright smile, pointed to the carton, then gave a thumbs up. Still smiling. But the dumb look didn't wash off her face, like someone just died, but not so bad as that. Oh shit maybe something like that did happen. Anyway the heck with her, I went to pay. And. There were three people in front of me. Great. So by the time I get out of 7-11 she's gone fo sho, and the whole walk home I'm feeling kinda sad, cos I didn't even get to analyze her face. I do that to everyone ya know, get in all the features, then those features will remind me of other people I know. In short I do a lot of shit in my mind; which reminds me. Everyone reminds me of someone else. Do people in general really have such a limited set of features? Oh well I won't waste my time on that. Point is I was sad, and she sure as hell wasn't anywhere around cos I took my usual route back, where its just the pavement flanked by the quiet road, a quieter field, and houses on the left. You could spot anyone in a matter of seconds, and the walk was more than a few minutes long. Sad. Well I don't wanna piss and moan cos that goes against everything I believe in. Besides, the first time she saw me I might have just been another passing clown, in her eyes. So we'll leave it at that. Man is this sounding so much like that creep James Blunt's song, You're beautiful. Maybe I should write a song, then? The ironic part is that Black Eyed Peas song about a good day and the fella's feeling of how it was gonna be a good night blah blah blah, was stuck in my head the whole day. I even went so far as to half sing half hum the song in the train. Morning songs usually follow me the whole day, and Fahim was singing it while getting ready for school in the morning. In the car the radio blasted the usual shit songs of today, pop artists running dry on ideas and trying frantically to cook up a nice tune. Leave it. I just finished Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep, and I realize I'm a lot like that private investigator Philip Marlowe. Maybe not as cool and smooth as him, but like me, he enjoys going it alone. Lives alone, in a house I can imagine myself occupying, and does everything solo. Maybe I should be a shamus too, but what would anyone want that for in green Singapore. Then again, it may take time before mine eyes are peeped through the thick shrubberies (NIH!) to see the car wreck hidden behind. Yeah shrubberies cos we're still a young nation. Still, all this talk I'll save for later. I'm quite pleased that I started getting sore awhile after gym, so I guess its time to hit the sack. Sleep like a baby, grow like one. When everything on my playlist is shit, Avenged Sevenfold and a few other metal bands come to the rescue. The Bangles ain't doing shit for me I tell ya, why the hell are they even here. You there stranger, stay safe, and other than that do whatever the hell you want. I don't care, really. And there are too many interesting possibilities for you to just sit around like some old folk carefully walking back and forth down the same worn path in your once snug carpet of a life. Go out and try things, have fun, get into an accident! Laugh! If you need ideas, you know how to reach me. I almost forgot. I know how irritating this is going to be, and Arif was so against it. Which is precisely why I wanna CONGRATULATE HIM, FIREWORKS, PARADE AND PROCESSION, THE WORKS! For what I won't say, sekali korang salah faham ke, someone tersinggung ke, aku malas nak type ke, apentah. And down below, just over there, I wanted to write 'ayam' but its so uncool. So its 'Iym', just the way you're gonna see it now. Hello, Can you keep a sikrit, Iym speshul Labels: advice, famous words, repotr, thoughts Kapok tree?
Written on: Thursday, October 01, 2009
Eh this was supposed to be done earlier tapi time slipped, so pretend its still wednesday,Time: 12:09 AM HAPPY BIRTHDAY FADS! So its agreed then, I'll only lie to you if there's a damn good reason. And I still don't get why all the girls insisted that metal's not good blah blah blah. I just listened to a few songs, still listening, and I'm totally at peace with the world. The screaming and all explore the range of human vocal abilities, with every strained note carrying much more note than the usual over-vibrato. The undertones of the distorted electric guitar tell a tale that complement the lyrics, if you listen hard enough, and if you know who to listen to. Because, there are lotsa crap metal bands out there. Yes. The other thing I like about these songs is they don't just keep talking about love sex and whatyoumayhave, that's plaguing almost every other genre. How bout magic, a crusade, or an abstract event. Why not allow for more diversity in your lyrics huh. To really appreciate metal, you must listen close and feel the music, and be at peace with yourself. You cannot accept the music if you haven't controlled yourself. Because, face it, this kinda music forces your brain to do all sorts of weird things, things that crooners and rappers and whatever can't really do. They can do many other things, yes, but this is on a whole new plane. Now I'm not sure if I was making sense cos I just realized that while typing everything, I was paying much more attention to my eyes. They feel kinda dry and I'm blinking a lot. And I'm also thinking of the damn pain in my back cos its really quite interesting. Oh and bad posture, and why the hell do I get numb so fast. I just gotta place my ankle over my knee and give it two minutes, ants everywhere. I think the best course of action now is tah sleep, tomorrow I gotta nerd it up again. Yeah RIGHT. I'm too cool to be nerd cheyyyyy. Which reminds me. If someone can fight so no one else can fight, then can I be scared so no one else has to be? HOWEVER! That assumes that fighting and scaring are mutually exclusive/independent events. I can't make up my mind and I can't understand why I brought that in. K whatever I'll leave you with this advice: Hello, Blue rubber tube for my insides Labels: advice, repotr, thoughts |
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