What happened at Gurney Drive during the Christmas Countdown.
Shame on you lala zhais and lala muis, this just disgraces Malaysia, a lot.
"Malaysia is a very nice country to celebrate christmas." Yea it is, when you're a teenager or young adult with toilet paper for brains. They sprayed the driver's side of the car! How in the world can the driver see? If the driver didn't expect his windscrene to get sprayed, and drove at quite a fast speed (even though I kinda doubt that cause they're so many damn people at Gurney Drive during celebrations), surely will hit a random stupid person running around.
And sometimes, when people are really desperate to get away from Gurney Drive, they'll walk on the cars.
Yes, WALK ON CARS.
1.They came.
2.They partied.
3.They spray.
4.They kena from police.
But there were too many youngsters... The police car ended up being gang banged. Poor dudes, they have my sympathy. And yet today New Year's eve still gotta work and clean up after those ah beng, ah seng, and ah lians.
I'm just gonna stay at home and count down to myself until midnight while listening to Avenged Sevenfold. They shall be my inspiration for 2007. And I shall be at peace for 2007.
I will study hard and somehow get all As for PMR.
I will do all my homework and stop being a lazy ass.
I will somehow be top 10 in my class. (Somehow, just watch me.)
I will reduce my time on the computer and stop being obsessed with youtube and I shall not play any computer games or MMORPGs.
And most of all, I shall not break my promise or I'll have to eat shit (literally, as in shit from your ass) for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a year of my life when I'm 16.
Happy New Year!
Less than 3 hours and it will be a New Year for me and there will be some new hope.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
When the fuck was the last time I made a post? I honestly don't know cause I'm just too lazy to check, and it's un-needed to know anyways.
What I've been up to these few months? Finding out more music, books and other things that people usually think are a waste of money and shit but I totally love them.
And wasting my unlimited amount of time on them.
What sort then? 1. Fight Club.
2. Invisible Monsters
3. Paramore
And explain more to these things than their mere images?
1. Fight Club
The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. If someone says stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. No shirts, no shoes. Fights will go on as long as they have to. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Familiar? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe some assholes out there would've read the book or seen the movie.
Or maybe not. I knew I didn't. Until I heard Panic! At The Disco sing some random shit about make up. They were singing about Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. And Motion City Soundtrack had a song called Monstres Invisible. And it's also based on invisible monsters. So I was like :" Hey... Why the heck is there so many people worshipping this Chuck dude?" And I did some information research and got myself his debut novel, Fight Club. And I was totally blow away.
Why? Palahniuk himself gives a much simpler assertion about the theme of the novel, stating "all my books are about a lonely person looking for some way to connect with other people." That just hit home. Totally. Okay now, a short sypnosis of the book from my point of view.
This is a story told by an un-named narrator. Just the average run of the mill middle age dude that hates his job, himself, his life, and practically almost everything.
He suffers from insomnia, which is the inability to fall asleep or remain awake for a reasonable amount of time, and thus visits a doctor to get pills and medication to get off temporary of this hell hole which he describes as
"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake."
I'll personally describe it as "You're alive but it feels as if you're dead". (I've heard it somewhere, but I just can't remember for the moment. Maybe it was from the book Fight Club, but since I've lent it to a friend and I only got the movie to compensate for everything it had, I can't check.)
But the doctor refuses to give him medication. "Hey, come on, I'm in pain." And the doctor just replies: " You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights, see the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain. So he just goes along.
And at Remaining Men Together (That's the name of the group of guys without balls.), he meets and befriends Bob. Bob. Bob had bitch tits.
Seeing people at such a saddening state, he just can't help but breakdown. And that night, he's finally able to sleep. "That was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom" And he was addicted. (Addicted like Amy Winehouse to coke and booze.)
Addicted to joining these support groups even though he doesn't really have a chronic disease. (Not counting insomnia even though he has suffered from it for 6 months [which can be scientifically counted as a chronic sleeping disorder] because he has been suffering from... something else... [When you see the movie or read the book you'll see what he's also suffering from, now this disorder plays a big part in the whole plot])
But that not all isn't it? He meets Marla. Marla Singer. Marla's also just "visiting". The person that reminds him he is just a tourist. Reminds him that he is just visiting. This person also make him unable to cry, thus make him unable to sleep.
And then a lot of screwed up random shit goes on and in the end no matter what, Fight Club will still continue.
If you haven't seen this video, your life is not fully complete. So what the hell you waiting for? Click the damn triangle.
2. Invisible monsters.
I'm not going to sypnosise this. It's gonna take too much damn work. And I don't really have an idea on how to explain a girl on a roadtrip with another girl called Brandy with her ex-boyfriend in the car trunk. And there's surgery and make up too.
Did you know that changing male hands to female hands are the only anatomy of the human body that surgery is unable to change? And that creating half a mouth if someone shot your jaw off needs to cut off skin from the neck and bones from the ass? I bet you your ass bone that if you aren't a surgeon and you haven't read the book you didn't know.
3. Paramore.
Paramore... is a pop rock band. is girl fronted. has 4 members. just released an album a few months back name RIOT! has really quite good music.
Okay, I heard Paramore about 1 and a half year ago. I ignored them. Why? Because I was lazy. About 3 months ago I checked out their Misery Business video, and I was hooked. Well now not really, I got kinda bored actually. Guess it always happens. (I kinda really like Cobra Starship now and I think I'm gonna love them for a while since their sound is really new. They blend party hits with rock. Which I think is really rare.)
Anyways, the main reason I like Paramore is because Hayley (the vocalist) has really strong vocals and she sounds really good live. Strong vocals on females are kinda rare and I think it really suits rock music. So it's a great combination.
And that's all I have from spending almost 3 months under a rock.
And oh yeah, I made orange cupcakes. They kick ass. I'll post the pics of them tomorrow.
And they taste like a Chuck Palahniuk book. Which is amazing.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
It's been ages since I've updated. I'm such a lazy asshole.
I was so bored last Sunday, I just spiked my hair in the back to look like a lion. Now I can actually say rawr for a reason. Yea, it's a stupid reason, but then...
After spiking hair up, my head somehow feels 5kg heavier because of the clay. And I was so lazy, I didn't bother to wash it off before I went to sleep, when I woke up it was still the same, just a little flat at the back. My pillow smells BADD now though.
And I also made muffins when I was in boredom! Oreo muffins. I didn't get food poisoning, but my muffins weren't too good either. =/ They were a little too hard and hey lacked more sugar. I think I put too much milk.
They were great when hot though. I'm gonna make fruit muffins next week. They were so hard I think I could plant bombs inside them and offer them to people and they wouldn't even notice since it's actually that hard when cold.
And I'm actually going to the Pro Musica opera tomorrow. My brother dared me to survive 15 minutes of it. And I have to wear a skirt. =/ I don't like skirts. Forced to though, formal occasion, and I don't have formal pants. Most of my pants are three quarters, shorts, khakis, and jeans. The only opera I have ever heard is what, Il Divo? I do know Madame Butterfly's existence though! And I also know about the Three Tenors existence too! (poor paparoti (sp?), dying of cancer. Cancer is EVIL.) Just hope I don't snore if I sleep during the opera.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I've been so busy and lazy for the whole week. Is that actually humanly possible??!!
I'm going to lice/ice/watever is his name's house after dinner so I can go to Port Dickson. I do not know how the heck am I gonna survive there for 4 days with at least 50 religious people. I am not the most mannered person in the world. Actually, I think I'm the LEAST mannered person in the world.
And I just finished my cancer essay for English! Wooho~~~~~~` I wrote 982 words. 1000's the limit. Not bad, not bad at all. Actually it is quite bad, most of it is from reference to the internet. I didn't know there was so much crucial information on this sickness. And the origin of the name cancer. I didn't know that.
I still have about 20 pages of History folio thought. @_@ How on earth am I supposed to finish that in 2 hours. And I'm still blogging now. Gotta rest though, I've been doing my essay and researching for about 3 or 4 hours straight. With 15 minutes lunch break in the middle.
Life is so hectic even on the holidays.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I finally have a real cellphone after about 5 months of not owning one. And it ain't half bad too. Sony Ericsson k610i.
The only thing is, when my mom gave it to me, it didn't have a SIM card. ... A cellphone without a SIM card is like giving you a personally signed AFI album. But with one flaw. AFI's signatures are in invisible ink.
I knew that my mom was out to get my life.
Anyways, that doesn't matter now. I got my SIM card, and I'm happy.
Today was BB Founder's day. Had to sit in the church listening to the priest preach about Christianity for 3 hours or so. I won't really mind that actually, but I'm a Taoist, not a Chrsitian or Catholic. And I was hungry the whole time. I didn't eat lunch because I ate breakfast late, and how was I to know that ceremony would be late for a whole hour. Thank goodness Theresa offered me her Oreos. I love them so much now.
I'm not sure I wanna go Prangin Mall tomorrow. Or hiking. I don't feel like hiking. BB had made me tired. I think I'll just sleep in. And...
There's no school for a week!!!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Emo.
I am gonna rant this until I'm satisfied with my incoherent ramblings of true insanity. This is gonna be a moment, or maybe longer of whimsical raving.
Definition of Emo: Etymology Abbreviation of emotionalhardcore. Noun A particular style of hardcorepunk rock (Usage: early 1990s) Any form of guitar-drivenalternative rock that is particularly or notably emotional - (Usage: late 1990s-current) An individual or group of people associated with the subculture and musical style of definition (1) - (Usage: early 1990s) An individual or group of people associated with a fashion or stereotype of definition (2)- (Usage: late 1990s-current) A young person who is considered to be over-emotional or stereotypically emo - (Usage: 2000s)
Emo was never a lifestyle.
Emo was never suicidal.
Emo was never looked down upon.
That's until MTV came along and made it the so called stereotypical next new trend.
Black hair.
Long bangs.
Crying.
Suicidal.
Sadness.
Tight pants.
Chains.
Studded belts.
Teeny-boopers.
Bad poetry.
All of this is forgivable... but there's just one thing that's not.
Rock music.
Yes, they just had to put rock music in a trend. But not just any trend, a trend that's looked down upon.
Now most rock music is categorized as emo. And they're not just planning to kill rock music, they're aiming some pop and some rap. Even Tupac's been labelled emo. Tupac, Emo? Soon they're gonna call authors emo too.
Every thing's been labelled emo nowadays. Everything that's dark or deep in meaning. Hell, you don't even need dark anymore, all you need to have is a deep meaning. Any meaning. A song, a poem, a drawing, a painting, a book, a movie, practically anything that tries to convey a message or discern a story.
Soon, everything except for mindless things are going to be labelled emo and be disrespected.
One of my favorite bands, Boys Like Girls, has been labelled emo. I don't know if they have written any emo songs, but The Great Escape, Hero/Heroine and Thunder are definitely not emo.
The great escape has a very pop-ish edge and is about escaping from your problems. Hero/Heroine. Martin wrote this song for the new girl in his life who didn't look at his past, she just looked at him in the present. she turned his life around she saved him. shes his heroine.
Thunder, a great love song. About being afraid to confess your love.
*(All these are just my interpretations.)
Rock music has been killed by stereotypical emos created by MTV. Not just rock music, the goth and punk scene have been also killed. How do you tell the exact difference between all these 3 scenes? I believe that all these 3 scenes have different concepts and philosophies, but how do you exactly tell them apart when you first met someone you don't know. The first impressions that these 3 scenes give are almost the same.
To be perfectly honest, I don't mind the emo subculture one bit, except for maybe the depression. The only thing I can't stand is, it's been look down upon. People think of emos as arrogant teeny-boopers that whine and complain all day even though their lives are quite fortunate. They categorize them all the same even though some aren't even like that.
I saw a rant on youtube and he ranted about the meaninglessness of emo. He kind of insulted Hawthorne Heights' Ohio Is For Lovers. I love that song. It may be depressing. But looking down upon that song because it's "emo" music, is just bad. The song actually has meaning and I really like it. And now Hawthorne Heights is being hated on even though I think their music is good.
There's more to the sadness and darkness of emo. There's meaning.
Maybe it's just me being obsessed about meanings of things, but I truly love knowing something that needs to be pondered about. And not just emo, a lot of other things have meaning too.
Now one of the main questions I always ask myself.
Am I emo?
I know I'm very introspective, a little too much for my own good actually, it has caused me some regrets.
But emo is just another trend set by MTV. So no, I am not emo.
I hope the trend finishes soon. I really do hope.
Like how bubblegum pop was famous during the late 90's, emo is now oh so famous. Everyone wants to know about it, get a chunk of it even.
And I will not deny that, even I want to know more about it.
But I will have to thank emo though.
I found out about emo when I was in a phrase of my life where I really, and I mean really, liked My Chemical Romance. I loved the so much that I now know every song from their Three Cheers and Black Parade albums. I don't like Bullets too much though, too screamo for my liking, but Early Sunsets Over Monroeville is really good.
After knowing MCR, I found out about The Used and Taking Back Sunday.
The Used, what an amazing band. They used to be very good friends with MCR, but they had a fall out and now aren't talking, but I don't mind, I still love both of them.
Taking Back Sunday has great song like Great Romances of the 20Th century, Miami, Liar, MakeDamnSure, and more. Another amazing band.
And later on, I found out about other bands. Paramore, HIM, Boys Like Girls, Jamison Parker, AFI, Cute Is What We Aim For, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., and more. I even knew about old bands like Nirvana, The Sex Pistols, The Who, Oasis, and some more.
And I started to get obsessed with what these bands were singing about, which has lead to my now obsession. But I have been now labelled emo.
Advantages and disadvantages of this trend. I don't mind too much being called emo, since I love knowing the meanings of things. And I think I shall remaind this way for some time.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Okay... I got the youth alive website wrong. Thanks to JooLing I can actually know what the real program is.
I don't have to learn how to be a pastor now... O_o
The program doesn't seem too bad, and seems kinda fun actually. The whole of Malaysia's gonna join in this program.
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My Hair Before:
My Hair After:
Hair is so hard to spike, I now appreciate guys who actually care to spike their hair.
You can't blame my hair for being hard to spike though, it's about 3 to 4 inches, and that's kinda long.
And here's a random picture I took. I really like this pic. The cloth was originally a blue background and white stars. I put it behind my lamp and it was beautiful...
Joo Ling phoned me while I was half asleep and I agreed without knowing it... Shit... I don't wanna be converted, I like being a taoist.
But I think they won't convert me... right? I don't know. Gues I'll just go and see what happens...
Actually, I didn't remember anything about the phone call at all. I just remembered it when they emailed me. How the hell did they get my email anyways?! I think Joo Ling gave it to them...
Just imagine me baptisting somone, then some kids accidentally whack my foot and I get pissed. I think I'll go berserk and scold vulgarities.... Wow, I'll be such a great pastor...
And I'm still trying to figure out how the hell to use the AVI converter MP4 tool thingy, or whatever it's called. I actually know how to do, it's really simple. But the only problem is, I lost the disc they gave me to install the converter files. And I've been trying for 3 hours to download it. For free of course. =P
This is harder than it looks, and I owe half of my life to wikipedia. Without wiki, I wouldn't be able to even tell the difference between AMV and MPEG.
I do know how to tell the difference, but I have to admit that other than knowing they're file types , I don't really know what the hell are they...
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
One & Only by Timbaland and Fall Out Boy
Great song.
There's no damn video yet, but i seriously can't wait for it.
A collaboration of one of the greatest producers of all time with one of the best pop punk bands...
The results?
An amazing song.
And the song has an angsty pissed off tone. And I love the ending where timbaland says "Get the fuck out of my house now! Oi! Didn't I say get the fuck out?!"
And Patrick (lead singer of Fall Out Boy) finally gets to swear. O_o
Patrick never swears in songs. And he finally gets to say fucking. Amazing song anyways. Great tune and all.
I had to download 4 versions of the song. And I finally found the best one.
The one with the link I just placed on the bottom there. *points downwards* I must have contributed a great gift to the world by giving out the link to a great song.
[Timbaland:]
I'm head over heels for someone I- that I really can't deal with.
I wanna block her out my mind but I really can't do it (do it).
I tell myself "This the last time Imma let her do this to me."
But whenever we do spent time,
I realize that I just can't get enough of you.
Wipe that smile off your fucking face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your fucking face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your face.
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Right in the middle,
I’m right in the middle,
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Be my unholy, My one and my lonely.
I wear scarves and hoods cause it's the only poker face that I've got left,
And everything I love about you is a mess.
Smash the mirror and break the palm readers' hand,
I want to be better than I am.
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your fucking face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your fucking face.
(Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
[And I'll say to you]
Wipe that smile off your face.
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Right in the middle,
I’m right in the middle,
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Be my unholy,
My one and my lonely.
[Timbaland:]
AAH!Girl just look what you've done!
How could you do this to me?
I got to put my foot down,
I can’t let you do this to me.
I can’t forget no good old times,
With all the things you’ve been doing to me.
I want to hit that one more time and make love.
What are you doing to me?
I’m going to say loud
"Why don’t you quit fucking this crowd?"
Why are we arguing?
I thought me and you were s'pposed to be friends?
(Mmm) That’s true for a minute (For a minute )
Better yet we haven’t been here for a minute. (For a minute)
Baby put down the night
Sometime I wanna see you in the light
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Right in the middle,
I’m right in the middle,
To be despised,
To be loved,
To be dreamt of,
To be sought,
I'm the inside of "I don’t care",
Be my unholy,
My one and my lonely.
We don't got no fuckin' band,
We ain't got no speakers or no fucking microphone set up,
Timbaland, you intuitive son of a bitch!
Get the fuck outta my house, now!
Before I get too mad and I can't turn back!
Hey!
Didn't I say get the fuck out?
Get the fuck out!
Haha!
For now I don't know what the hell the song means. But I think it's about delusional paranoia. The ending where Timbaland talks, I think he's talking to himself, his conscience actually. And the line "I want to be better than I am" adds to my point.
But that's just me.
In my opinion, he's singing about the different parts of his conscience.
Sometimes, his conscience loves him, sometimes it hates him, and is in the middle.
I can't tell what's the meaning of "to be dreamt of... to be sought" though.
And I think it's not about conscience sometimes though. Cause Timbaland sings it like it's about a girl, and the line "With all the things you’ve been doing to me. I want to hit that one more time and make love." I don't think that's about conscience.
Things to do before I die next week (as of 9:20pm 26/7/07):
1. Do my KH corrections. Puan Rohaya Tun is insane. INSANE I TELL YOU! INSANE!!!!!!!!! Every single question you get wrong in the test, you have to do corrections 5 times each for every question. 5 times each. Just great. I got 19 wrong... So that means 19x5=95. 95 questions to write down in hand on lined paper... Before next Tuesday. And you still have to draw every drawing 5 times! She has no sympathy. At least the Form 2s got it better than the Form 3s. They have to copy 10 for each question wrong. Just imagine... Deadline: 31/7/07
2. Do my Kumon. I didn't finish 3 weeks of Kumon homework. At all. 54 sheets of math inequalities and Cartesian planes waiting for me. *sigh* I have no comments whatsoever. Have to be done before Saturday. -Why do I always procrastinate? =/ Deadline: 28/7/07 4/8/07 15/9/07
3. Finish my Malay homework. I slack the most in my Malay studies. And I was still lucky enough to get a 82% in my last test. O_o The wonders of human luck and tuition. Makes me wonder. I've got Malay summaries, about 5 of them in fact. And 3 comprehensions to go along with them. And I got about 3 or 4 Malay essays, 2 are half done. Must be handed in by tomorrow morning. I'm gonna burn some midnight oil tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Cause I think I'll only finish it by 2 or 3 am. -DIE MALAY HOMEWORK!!! DIE!!!!!!!!! Deadline: 27/7/07
4. Consume more vitamin C. I've got a very severe rash on my right hand. And it itches so much, I always have to wake up at 3am in the morning just to scratch my wrist. It's getting better, but not much difference. And I've got 3 ulcers in my mouth. Yes, not 1, not 2, but 3. I can't even eat without any pain now. Need more vitamin C products. I didn't even eat a whole orange. I only ate half, shared it with my grandma. -Stupid God forsaken ulsers. Deadline (before I go delirious): 1/8/07
5. Study for end of the year exams. I haven't fully covered any of the subjects yet. None, yes none. History, Geography, Maths, Chinese, English, Malay, Science, Art, Civics, Moral, and maybe a few more subjects which I have lost count of. X_X 10 subjects to cover until I know them by the back of my hand. I need to get to the top 15 positions of the class. Which is also the whole school. Out of 180 or so people in the whole form. Deadline (before the 17, 18 and 19 of October, which are the exam dates): 30/9/07
6. Read all the series of unfortunate events books and get my mom to buy Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. I've read the series of unfortunate events books until book 12. I've read half of book 12, so that means I have to read 2 and a half books because I haven't read the 3rd book, 13th book, and half of the 12th book. I love the books. Daniel Handler is a genius. And I need the Invisible Monsters book. Need.
-I have officially finished all the series of unfortunate events books and I have read Invisible Monsters. Chuck Palahniuk is a genius. Deadline: 31/7/07 for series of unfortunate events, 31/8/07 for Invisible Monsters
7. Learn how to get faux hawk in hair without using hair wax or clay in the shortest time possible. It's harder than it seems. Seriously. Especially without the hair wax and hair clay. I can't use hair wax or clay too much cause It's seriously too expensive. It costs 40 bucks just for a container of each. Deadline: 15/8/07
8. Do History folio Must print pictures, get information, and write. -FINITO. Finally. Deadline: 12/8/07
9. Get more sleep. Need.... Sleep.... Deadline: Before I die.
So in order of deadlines, 3 27/7/07 2 28/7/07 1 31/7/07 (first half of) 6 31/7/07 4 1/8/07 2 4/8/07 8 12/8/07 7 15/8/07 (second half of) 6 31/8/07 2 15/9/07 5 30/9/07 9 Death.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I got my rattail/faux hawk!!! And it's so easy to wash my hair now, just 15 minutes in the shower and it's done! And I just have to simply mess it up with my towel to dry my hair. I love it.
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Other than my hair, I think I have another band to add to my fav band list next to the Used and Boys Like Girls. It's none other than AFI.
I did download AFI 1st single from their latest album, Miss Murder, a few months ago, but I didn't hear the song carefully, watch the video, or search for the meaning of the song. I was bored yesterday so I listened to it, and I just loved the screaming part. Davey's (the lead singer) scream is amazing cause it's the low voice and yet loud scream, and not the extremely scary pig squeling scream. And then I searched the meaning while waiting for the video to load in youtube, and I fell even more in love with the band. O_o But the song's meaning is kinda complicating and long so I can't excatly explain here. And the video... beautiful. I just loved the cute bunny rabbits!! And it won MTV best rock video of 2006.
"The video features a pale woman (presumably "Miss Murder") sitting at an ornately carved desk, and stamping an AFI Decemberunderground logo (3 rabbits evenly spaced around an AFI logo), then folding the paper and placing it in her mouth. In a separate ornately decorated building, Davey sits at a similar desk with a mirror, and pulls the same paper out of his mouth. Upon unfolding it, he sees the symbol, knowing that it is the indication of his imminent end. The song begins with Adam, Hunter, and Jade spaced in a triangular fashion in the Grand Hall of the building, playing the song. Davey walks to the balcony, and standing on the ledge, begins saluting and rallying the massive mob that has gathered in the streets below. Davey is rallying the crowd to him, knowing that Miss Murder is coming for him. Just before the bridge of the song, Miss Murder's face is revealed for the first time. She carries with her a black rabbit, and sets it on the ground. There is a shot of Davey turning in the chair of his desk, and seeing 16 black rabbits on the floor behind his desk. Davey picks one up and places it on his lap, seeming to resign to the fact that he is inevitably going to die. Suddenly the crowd in the street beneath the ledge disappears and Davey sees Miss Murder exiting out of the doorway of the building across the street. He becomes enraged, and returns to his desk to await his death. As the song finishes, Miss Murder approaches behind him, and touches his shoulder. " -From Wikipedia.
And here's the real video. In video form, not in words. It includes a directore's cut, and the cut features the song Prelude 12/21. 12/21 is the date of the starting of the winter solstice if you didn't know.
Beautiful isn't it? I loved it when he took the letter out of his mouth.
And the other song I really love is Love Like Winter. The video's beautiful too. Snowy and all.
To just cut all the crap and get to the point is... I love AFI.
And here's Prelude 12/21. Enjoy. It sounds like the lullaby of death.
Or maybe I just feel that way because of the horses.
We had horses, monkeys, stilt walkers, clowns, baloon sculptoring, dances, a guy who could play a harmonica, guitar and tamborine at the same time, tons of people, random games, food, drinks, and really nice wantons.
I rode on the horses, twice! And riding a horse is like humping, and while I was riding the horse, the horse just stopped, and pooped. I could even hear the *plup* sound of shit dropping.
The monkeys were in the same group with the horses, and were really cute. They were baby monkeys, so they weren't scary. Reminds me of the monkey in Pirates of the Carribean.
See the similarity?
I couldn't get pictures of the stilt walkers, clowns, balloon sculptoring, dances, a guy who could play a harmonica, guitar and tamborine at the same time, random games, drinks, and really nice wantons cause I had my duty and I actually forgot.
The balloon scultor guy gave me a green heart! =) But it got lost when I went to do duty...=( And I couldn't see the dances cause I had duty. But I did see the guy who can play 3 instruments a few times though. And I forgot totally about my camera at the games room. And I don't really care about the drinks, but the lemon milk bubble tea was REAALLY good though. And the wantons were so nice, we bought 6 boxes of them. And that's like 30 wantons or so... O_o
And random picture of my food from the fair. Forgot to gave it back to Su Sian.
Oh well, gotta finish it myself then.
How Immature Are You? test.
[ ] You have eaten fish food. [x] You have eaten dog food. (A really nice cheesy flavor.) [x] You have eaten cat food. (Smells bad but the taste isn't bad.) [x] You have run into a glass door. (The front door of my house is glass, and while I'm half asleep I always run into it.) [x] You have eaten an ant [x] You have eaten grass. [x] You have licked a tree (Really dry.) [ ] You have polka dotted underwear. [x] You have pink underwear. [ ] You had contests with your friendsto see who can create the nastiest burp. [x] You have screamed a random word in public. (GAARRRAAAAAA~!) [x] You wave at people you don't know. [x] You have flushed the toilet becauseyou were bored. [x] You have slapped yourself out of boredom. [x] You sing the "FUN" song. (Spongebob~~~) [x] You hold conversations with a pillow, blanket, stuffed animal etc. [x] You dream of llamas coming out of peoples' butts. (Llamas are PRREETTYY~!) [x] You think people who eat brains are cool. [x] You have/sing karaoke even though you know you're horrible [x]You know how to spell "supercallafragalisticespialadosious" by heart. (Actually it's spelt as "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious". "Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious...~") [x] You make up your own words and use them with people who have no clue what they mean. (Tuppy Madonna! Kyou Wa Kam!) [x] You have striped socks and you have worn them so people can see them.(stripes socks are one of the best things ever made.)
[x] You have hugged a random person. (Hugs are GOOD!) [x] You have ran up and down the stairs cuz u were bored [x] You have created a puppet show with your socks out of boredom. [x] You have imagined peoplesaying "bla" and blowing up. [x] You are addicted to the Animaniacs theme song. [x] You are addicted to "The Pinky and the Brain" theme song.(sings:"thepinky and the brain..") [x] You have stared at your ceiling for over 10 minutes. (Every night of my life.) [x] You have talked to yourself [x] You have conversations with your imaginary friends.(meet frankie, my imaginary friend. He likes to poke people.)
Multiply your answers by 3.
84% Immature!!! Not bad. =) I still don't wanna grow up. I wanna spin on roller chairs and watch Spongebob my whole life!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
My school's Food & Fun Fair is tomorrow. And I've got Boy's Brigade toilet duty during the food and fun fair. 5 hours of staring at cubicles asking people not to throw trash. Oh, what glorious fun...........................
Now the crisis is, I don't know if I can spend all 60 bucks of fun fair coupons in just 2 to 3 hours.
And I almost puked out my food when the teacher said it was volunteery work. WTF?! Everyone in BB(Boy's Brigade) was told it was compulsory.
And I have to wear my nerdy Boy's Brigade uniform. And a stupid big red sash thingy...
But I swear... If I need to pick up someone else's sanitary pad, I'm gonna whack it back onto that person's face. I did NOT volunteer for this.
Damn man, it's gonna be a Food and Fuck fair.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I was at tuition and they were talking about the girl called Ying Ying who died about a few days ago. This is the news:
PENANG: Shearway Ooi Ying Ying who was reported missing on Friday has been found dead. Police found her charred remains near a tombstone at a cemetery in Paya Terubong about 7pm. Penang CPO Deputy Commissioner Datuk Koh Hong Sun said a relative and her boyfriend have been arrested to facilitate investigations.
PENANG: The couple arrested in connection with the murder four-year old Shearwey Ooi Ying Ying, have been remanded until July 18 for police to complete investigations. Balik Pulau OCPD Supt Mohd Hatta Mohd Zain said police believe they have solved the case with the arrest of the 28-year old woman and the 29-year old man. "The man, a karaoke lounge manager, was arrested a few years ago in connection with a fight." "He and the woman have been together for about a year. The woman is in the midst of getting a divorce from her businessman husband. “We are waiting for her husband's return from China to get his statement,” he told a press conference Monday.
Anyways, in the newspaper, the dad was all sad right? Well, my tuition teacher said that the dad was in China to pick up girls as prostitutes. He's a pimp. Sad eh? My tuition teacher even say that she would make Ying Ying as her own child. Watching her do her own work while teaching tuition.. Wtf? =.="
Anyways, my tuition teacher also said that a few days ago, she was making salted dried fish. She put her salted fish out to dry and a stray cat ate it. So now in her neighbourhood there's a stray cat currently hairless walking around the streets.
And some of the stray cats at her neighbourhood also give birth on my friend, Abigail's, roof. On the damn roof. The roof now has stains and all... Eww... Anywyas, the kitties once dropped into her house somehow. Just drop like that, they didn't die though. She brought them to the SPCA.
And one of the most insane tuition teachers however, will always be another one of my friends' tuition teacher. When he wants to say that someone is childish or immature, he doesn't directly say that. He will say those people ah, still suck their mother's milk one ah! WTF?! You're a TEACHER!!! You're not supposed to say that!!
And today at tuition they kept talking about teletubbies, Ninja Turtles, and Power rangers...
I will never get the people around me..
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Oh yeahs, sorry ehs, if the cuddly brown thing flippin his arms while having his jaws open irritates or annoys you.
I just really like the brown guy. I don't know what his name is, so I'll just call him the brown guy. I just added him to my blog today cause I thought the rawr effect would seem better if he was there. Isn't he just so cute? =D
If he irritates you just click on him with your mouse or something, it won't stop him, but it is fun though. O_o
I find enjoyment in doing that anyways.
RAWR!!!!
GAHH!!! The terror! I'm going sick, it's official.
This afternoon, while eating lunch, my aunt said I was turning yellow. Yes, yellow. Not pale, not tan, not any human color, but yellow.
It's from the lack of sleep, healthy food, and water. I know it's unhealthy, but it's just the life I lead. Gotta change it now though.
I'm like a walking corpse, I don't even need the eyeliner and the black clothes to look dead now. And that's because I'm damn sick.
I feel really tired and cold nowadays, and so...damn....lazy.... to do anything whatsoever.
I need to drink more water, but I hate water. But I need to drink it anyways to avoid being a yellow martian from outer space that likes emo rangers.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Does that make any sense whatsoever? O_o
And my mom's not gonna be home till next week Friday, which sucks. Because I need a haircut, and without her permission, I can't even step a foot out of the house unless it's tuition or school. That also means I haven't watched Transformers or any other damn movie yet. It's been ages since I watched a movie. The last time I watch a movie must be like, 2 or 3 weeks ago.
And I'm addicted to the emo rangers theme song. "Go Go Emo Rangers~!"
I love the tune! XD
And another song I really love now is Time After Time by Quietdrive. I've added the link so that any clueless soul that stumbles upon this weird blog can enjoy a life time to a 3 to 4 minutes song.
I'm gonna study later, need to understand chapter 5 and 6 of science all in 2 days. Hope I'll be able to succeed in doing this almost impossible feat.
I've been an insomniac for as long as I could remember. I always sleep unexpectedly when I don't want to, and I can't sleep intentionally if I want to.
Insomnia, to me, is one of the greatest living tortures of all time. When the clock ticks, it seems like it's not moving at all, just the clock hand. But after a tick of the clock hand, it seems to have jumped back into it's original place, and the clock ticking is just like an illusion. The clock seems to be laughing in my head.
Or maybe it's just me losing my mind, losing sanity, delirious.
When I'm sick of staring at the grey shadows of the moon on my walls, I'll turn on the light. With a light *click*, I'm momentarily blinded. Something that doesn't bore my eyes out actually makes me blind for a moment. But it's okay, since I asked for it anyways.
I'll look around my room, look around for something that will capture my interest. The nearest thing I'll find is the radio. With a light click of the switch, a random song will come on. Most probably it will be some party techno since the radio station I habitually tune into broadcasts party hits at night, and in the morning, it'll broadcast some of my more preferred music.
With my thumb, I'll tune it to my next choice, a radio station that usual broadcasts what my preferred radio station broadcasts in the morning.
The first song will come up. If I'm lucky, it'll be a song that catches my interest and will entertain for 3 minutes or so. If I'm not, I'll just listen half-heartedly and hoping that after this, something that will make me focus some attention will come up.
After boring myself with some songs on the radio and a boring DJ, I'll turn the radio off with a sigh and turn to my iPod.
Scrolling through my selection of preferred songs, I'll listen for awhile. I do not know why, but I get a kick from the radio hearing one of my favourite songs playing. Maybe it's like playing the lottery. The game is to test your patience and see whether an electric appliance can kill you slowly. If you're lucky or you have enough patience to wait some time, the song you want will eventually come up.
And that happiness shall only last a mere 3 damn minutes. Then your spirits shall slowly, and eventually, drop again.
Back to my iPod. I just realised I got stoned.
It always happens. I'm thinking of doing something very clearly, and then my mind just jumps to another intention. I'll think of that intention, slowly collecting the information, and then the realisation shall hit me. I'll come back to reality, half-stoned, half thinking about what I was thinking while thinking about what I was thinking about a few moments ago.
Anyways, after being bored again by a simple minded device, I shall revert to something else.
I'll look around my bright room which light is provided by my shining lamp. Then I shall look out to the outside world through my window. The moonlight is still able to shine in, even though there is enough artificial light inside. The moonlight is unable to penetrate the part of my window that has metal bars though. Those metal bars are meant to make outsiders unable to break in. But why do I feel like it's also meant to make me feel what's outside?
On the edge of hell and boredom, I'll open the window and stick my hand from the warmness and comfort of my room, and into the eerie-ness of the night. Vaguely, I
hear some faint sounds of crickets. Into the night, my hand momentarily grasp the night, feeling the coldness surround me for awhile.
And after a few moments, it disappears.
I lament my for the disappearance of my hope, and I close my window with a slow swing of my arm.
With almost no hope left for any excitement whatsoever, I surrender to a book. With my white flag up, I move to my book shelf to grab any book I first see. Hopefully, I'll actually be able to find a book that I haven't read before and is entertaining.
And if I'm unlucky to find one of my not so exciting books about psychology like emotional intelligence, I'll read a few pages to understand more about psychology of the mind.
Why do I read books of psychology? Well, I'm reading them because I'm interested in how the mind thinks, what ticks it to the extreme. Maybe one day I'll be able to find a book about insomnia, and be able to sleep soundly when I want to, and stop being so sick in the head.
And after a few paragraphs of new or maybe old information collected from my book, I'll get bored and tired. Standing up, I put back my book onto the shelf.
Feeling tired, I turn off the bright light, and try to walk back the wall I walk almost every night. I'm temporarily blinded again, and the only light I see now is the vivid moonlight. Maybe kicking my bag or the chair on the way back to my bed, I'll finally end up to the edge of the bed. Feeling the softness of my blankets and sheets, I'll rest my head on the pillow. While getting my eyes suited to the darkness, I shall think of random things. About dust bunnies dancing, wondering how halos of angels stay up, and of the swirly colorful-ness of lollipops.
After all the thinking, my eyes will be suited to the darkness without me even noticing.
Tossing and turning. Being huddled between my comfortable blanket and bed sheet, I still cannot find solace. I turn to my left, and I see my teddy bear, my ever so dear teddy. I'll talk to my teddy for awhile, finding some peace in talking to a friend that never answer, talking to a friend that will just listen intently. There are a few advantages and flaws in teddy, but I won't blame him though.
Looking at the ceilings, and the single small crack on my wall, I try to get to sleep. After saying goodnight to the grey shadows on my walls, I'll close my eyes, and hope to get some sleep.
And soon before long, after some time, maybe a very long time. My insomnia will give up. It'll give in to my begs and prayers, and maybe grant me some brief slumber. And if I'm really lucky, it'll also add a nice dream about candy canes, interesting books, and hamsters that won't bite. If I'm unlucky though, and just to be sadistic, my insomnia will give me nightmares, twisted versions of my dreams.
And after all this complicated and simple thinking, my mind will stop and give me a rest. And I shall drift away into the far heavens. And all that you will be able to hear is my subtle breathing.
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This is what I go through almost every damn night of my life. The clock laughing at me, poking fun at my suffering. When you're an occasional insomniac, this is your endless suffering. Is this a punishment for over excessive sleeping in my past life?
I shall say that karma is very sadistic and cruel then.
When you're an insomniac, you seem awake, but you aren't really. You're physically awake, but mentally asleep. You feel bored, you feel apathetic, you feel dead.
If you don't know who Mika is... What cave have you been living in?!?!?!
Mika's the guy who sings the high pitched song Grace Kelly, you know, the song with the line:
"I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could anything you like~"
I love the falsetto. Mika seriously reminds me of Freddie Mercury, just too bad he doesn't sing rock. I would love it if he sang maybe just one or two rock songs with his voice.
But my favourite song of Mika is still... Lollipop!
I love it cause it's funny. The lyrics consist of serious and maybe a little sad or angsty-ness, but the beat and everything is fast and happy. So that's what makes a song funny. When a song is funny... People are happy! =) Too bad there's no video for lollipop.
And did you notice in a lot of songs, there's this child voice? The voice is made by the drummer of his band, but I love the playful childlike-ness of it. Reminds me of carefree-ness.
To be frank, I love all the song on the album. The falsettos, the beat, the instruments... They all go well with each other. 2 songs I really like are Happy Ending and Stuck In The Middle. Happy ending is kinda sad and more slow compared to his other song, but great song nevertheless. And to me, stuck in the middle means that no one can really love you honestly. But stuck in the middle still has a great beat.
Mika seriously has some great talent. I seriously want to get his album.
Life in Cartoon Motion by Mika.
Hair cut.
I'm getting one next week when my mom finally comes home from Kuching.
What hair cut am I supposed to get? I don't want my head to be screwed. Plus it's not the holidays, I can't hide away from school.
Choices:
1.
I could get a short hairstyle like this guy's. The back's all layered really short so I don't have to stay in the shower washing my hair for 2 hours like I usually do now.
I hate being stuck in the shower washing off the conditionaer out of my hair only to have to do it again the next day.
2.
Or I could just layer my hair a little bit so it remains long? O.o Can't decide.
3.
Or rat tail style? I can't do the hair color, but the style seems pretty interesting and I'm currently quite sick of my hair since I've had the same style for about a year already. I think my hair's able to get the rat tail since my hair at the back is pretty long and I'm kinda sick with the front of my hair. I wanna keep my fringe though.
So which one to choose? O.o I'll wait till Friday to decide I guess. Still 1 more week to go.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Emo Rangers
Hilarious! XD I loved the part where that flying head guy says: " CHeer the fuck up! Your poetry sucks!"
It's so damn british I have nothing to say. Just listen to those damn accents. Wonder if emo started up in Britain, cause I know punk was started in Britain, can't tell for emo though.
Well anyways, I want an egg sandwich. I'm too lazy to pull my ass to the kitchen to make one though. Maybe I'll go after I watched some youtube.
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yay~! I made an onion and alfafa sprouts with half boiled egg sandwich! Hope I don't get food poisoning cause the egg was a little bit more uncooked than expected.
Hmm... I shouldn't have spread some butter. Butter and alfafa sprouts don't really mix. i think I should just stick to my usual midnight snack, a damn green apple. Easier than some eggs at least... but the apples nowadays taste weird... They're.. soggy? I don't know, just different from usual.
Gotta find more emo ranger episodes, they are just so.. weird? O.o
Sunday, July 8, 2007
bored...
so damn bored...
And there's about 30 pages of history folio to do...
And tomorrow's a Monday, there's school, just great.
I need to really start studying, I don't wanna flop my test again or anything. I WILL get top 20 in class again. Mark my words, I WILL!!!
My first subject to polish is geography, next is KH, then history, then chinese. The other subject are kinda bad too, but not as bad as these.
*sighs* Gotta work it I guess. But I swear that it will fucking pay off, I swear.
That's all I guess. I'm still bored now though. I am so bored, I could suck a rusted nail. and just now I ate corn that tasted weird... Sour actually... Eww...
This is my look of boredom. I shall bore my eyes out.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Reality just hit me today. I'm officially turning emo unintentionally. I realised that when Farha said I wrote deep stuff onto my MSN personal messages.
e.g. [Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated?]
It's my favourite line of Drop Of Jupiter by Train. I simply love that song. Maybe my obsession towards song meanings made me love specific lines of songs that have really deep meanings?
Yeah, I'm a kinda deep person. And I enjoy that fact. What's wrong to be deep? I do see the lighter side of life when I'm deep too, some songs have really nice lyrics to happiness. Like drops of Jupiter, my 2nd fav lines is:
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change.
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listen like spring and talks like June.
Beautiful, just beautiful. Maybe I love Drops Of Jupiter so much cause I've always liked stars, horoscopes, and foreign unknown things. not UFOs though. I have always hated ETs and UFOs. I don't really like aliens... They creep me out. That's why I have not read Dreamcatcher by Stephen King. I really want to read Salem's Lot though. And I have not watched E.T!!! And I do not want to.
Okay, backt to my emo-ness. Okay, let's see what else is emo about me except for my feelings.
Clothes? I guess so, since I like wearing black stuff. Not the pants though, tight skinny jeans weren't always my fav. I do wear them soetimes, but not always. I prefer 3 quarter pants more.
Hair? Yes, no, maybe? I did change my fringe to the side, but that's cause I think it looks better. The back isn't spiked up so it isn't really emo.
Actions? I don't think so... I don't say "Life sucks" everytime someone asks me "How's life?". I don't cut my wrist, they're super clean. Well, not really, there are a few scars. I used to cut my hand, not my wrist, just to let it bleed. That time I was having a problem la, and I wasn't emo looking at all, u couldn't even tell I was emo if you had a magnifying glass. I cut at that time of my life cause I just wanted to feel something. Pain sometimes comes mentally and physically, at that time, when I divided some of the pain to the physical side, the mental didn't hurt so much already. That's why I guess. But now I don't myself already. I guess I've already learned to demolish the pain from my mind. The problem isn't solved, but I'm not worrying about it anymore, cause I know my worrying won't change the problem's condition. I guess empathy and apathy got the best of me.
Make up? Guess so... I really like the eyeliner. But does that make someone emo? If that's emo, I guess my KH teacher is emo too. O_o
Music? Heavy music filled with sad lyrics.... Yeah, those songs are nice. But I prefer ballads. Rock music sounds nice to me if only it has the care free punk-ness to me. Or either when it's power ballads. Power ballads include: Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, Drops Of Jupiter by Train, Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, When You're Gone By Avril Lavigne, and more. And I really like acoustic songs too. Like Angel by Sarah McLachlan. That song is purely BEAUTIFUL. Thunder by Boys Like Girls is good too. Unwell by Matchbook 20 is great too, I really like the meanings of that song.
That's my music interest mainly. I really like some jungle techno too, like The Way I Are by Timbaland and Keri Hilson And D.O.E.. The most emo song from all the music I hear is Angel by Sarah McLachlan I guess. It's about praying that someone who suicided has some peace in an angel.
I guess that sums it up. I think i'm just deep, not emo. Emo stands for emotional, and I may be deep, but I can still find the lighter side of life. I do laugh and I do smile but I'm only human so I will cry and I will frown at times. But for the moment I'll just go by the flow and enjoy whatever I'm doing, no matter it's deep or not. Other people's opinion won't mean much cause only my opinion matters to myself.
P/S: I just uploaded Gary's pic cos I think this pic is just absolutely adorable. Him and LinLin (the cat) just look so cute in the pic.
