Thursday, September 24, 2009
Can't wait for the Crash Love album!





Jade put up a competition on his blog, asking readers to put up what they perceive to be the song's chorus lyrics. The REAL lyrics are not out yet.

In the comments:

Just give me something
Cut the teeth out! (Run Smith!)
Bring it to woah!-This part is wack, Davey speaks in strang ways-
When death breaks through we die alone.

- LadyJinx_DF

Just give me something
Haunt the Jesus
Brings us to
Get The Blood Out
That mine is special
Haunts the Jesus
Carrying us to
Get the blood out
That's the quick way until we die alone.

- Kylie

"Just give me something
CUT THE TEES OUT
Bring it to our
GET THE BLOOD OUT
Private inspection oh
CUT THE TEES OUT
Bring it to our
GET THE BLOOD OUT
Desecrate 'til we die alone"

Obviously, it's about you guys making T-shirts and Davey inspecting them for quality control purposes. One of you guys must have cut yourself and stained a few. I hear club soda is good for getting blood out.

- jAtFhIm

Just give me something![Cut the cheese out!]
Bring it to Earl![Catch the blood hound!]
Bound by this pension! (Ohohohhhh!)[Cut the cheese out!]
I need it too! (Ohh!!)[Catch the blood hound!]
Desecrate til we dye our hair!!!!

- Pinkii

Tough.






He's right!





Ohhhhh man. I hate studying. I hate Math. I hate studying Math. Two freakin' hours of Math a day is pure, utter, TORTURE.

Life's been smooth, other than that little detail. Have developed a newfound hate-love relationship with Skype and internet, gotten new clothes, found a way to keep awake during Math class, and am looking forward to the 10th of October.

When I will be free. FWEEEEEEEEEEE. Until next year!

Circled dates:

30th October - Boo's birthday.

31st October - HALLOWEEN!

10th November - Concert at RP.

14th of November - School graduation lunch. Sounds like a BIG whoopee.

16th December - Hafeezzah's birthday, HEARRTS prom.

God, can't WAIT.




Friday, September 18, 2009
Strange what desire can make foolish people do.

To H.E.A.R.R.S: Have a great weekend, guys! E & A, puhlease don't forget. :D

You know, I never realized I was stressed out about my studies until I accidentally broke a pencil in half while tapping it on the desk when working on a Chemistry problem. Gawd.

Visit this: YourSceneSucks. Crabcore and Indie Jesus are classics. Basically it's a site that sells awesome tees and puts up/makes fun of any scene-related stereotypes, complete with a sketch, music tastes and a profile.


I put my GH stickers to good use.




Yee Seng, being an idiot, as usual, in two parts:


Part 1: Playing with Fhazilah's Domo-kun pencilbox (that's out of the picture)



Part 2: Borrowing my headband to wear to conceal his fringe.


Neezham is DISGUSTING.




Told you I'd give you a picture. ;)


Irsyad wrote this on the whiteboard. God knows why.

Class photos!!!





School timetable's a total whack, nobody knows what lesson's gonna be next. Played floorball again on Thursday, 'cause we got assigned another PE lseson. Haze was terrible, ph was 64. 64!!! Got a new PE teacher too, Aaron something. Cute-ish from afar. As usual, floorball was havoc. Score was 4-4, after a lot of cursing/swearing/traitors switching teams/whacking people's legs/kicking the ball/picking up the ball and running/throwing sticks to stop the ball. In 4D's floorball, no actual floorball is played, just (as I mentioned before) a nice combination of soccer/football/badminton/golf.

Our class has also got a great reaction towards bees.

Both yesterday and today, a bee flew into our class (who knows, could be the same bugger). Sophia started screaming, and ran out of the class, followed swiftly by the group of guys (YES, GUYS) sitting around her. Kevin ran to the back of the class, and stood behind me, asking, "Is it gone? Is it gone?!"

The bee flew around, poor thing, and the rest of the boys that weren't outside cowering grabbed their spray waterbottles, broomsticks, rolled-up Teenage magazines (much to the protest of the girls) and chased after the bee, driving it to:

The corner behind the teacher's table.

ROFL.

The bee flew around for a bit more, causing the rest of the girls to scream and run and hide; then perhaps wanting to recover from it's busted eardrums and wet wings, it flew out of the classroom.

God, what a hullabaloo. It's just a bloody BEE.


High Score & Points Today: 666.

Thank god I don't have Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.







RIGHT GUYS?!







I WANT A KEBAYA.




Tuesday, September 15, 2009
1. I adore rock/metal music.

2. I lie about my favorite color to almost everybody. No, really.

3. I adore horror books.

4. Ditto games.

5. Ditto movies, and gore.

6. Men who are at least 4 years older and have loads of tattys and piercings greatly appeal to me.

7. To different people, I fit different stereotypes -a geek, a loner, a prep, a goth, etc. etc.

8. The band name "Audioslave" sounds cool to me, not weird.

9. Nobody really knows who I am. No really, they don't. You think you do, but you'd be kidding yourself.

10. I fancy girls. Certain girls. THERE I'VE SAID IT.

11. I don't know if I'm kidding about 10.

12. Unnatural = beautiful. Eg. plastic surgery, dyed hair, contact lenses.

13. When I'm bored, I write poems/stories/song lyrics.

14. You don't think 13's odd? Guess what. Poems are about pain and disenchantment. Stories all end with death. Song lyrics have dark, underlying meanings.

15. I've got tiny hands and feet. This sucks, 'cause I can't hold onto things properly, and most shoes don't fit me. I've got four or five pairs of shoes I either bought from a children's shop recently, or when I was young. They still fit.

16. My personality for the day ahead depends ENTIRELY on my mood.

17. I have a habit of flapping book pages, often ripping the pages or crumpling them horribly.

18. For fact 17, the only exceptions to this rule are my horror books e.g. Clive Barker's Mr B. Gone and The Living Dead.

19. I'm stuck. Any more?




Monday, September 14, 2009
Audioslave - what you get when you mix Chris Cornell and Tom Morello - an awwwwwwwesome band.

Yeah, I know, I don't really post up full song lyrics, but this one's worth it, believe me.



Someone falls to pieces, sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the distance, she finally drifts away.

Someone gets excited in a chapel yard, catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen white roses on a grave.

And to be yourself is all that you can do
Yeah, to be yourself is all that you can do...

Someone finds salvation in everyone, another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself, down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united, healthy or insane

And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do...

Even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
With every single memory of the good and bad, faces of luck
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose...

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do.

Be yourself is all that you can, be yourself is all that you can do.

Stay true.





Because I'm bored as shit, here's the monthly dose of random stuff:


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Poor Taylor.

But when Beyonce won her award for Best Music Video, she invited Taylor up on stage to make up for Kanye's bitch-fit. Great move, Beyonce. This is why we all love you.

Played (incredibly dirty) floorball today. I don't mean DIRTY, I mean dirty.

To put it another way. What WE played shouldn't be called floorball, 'cause it was a mixture of golf/badminton/soccer. We lost 0-1. Their goal was blocked by four.


Because THIS deserves a huge screen.

Controversy over Kurt Cobain being in GH5. People are arguing over whether it's honoring or making fun of Kurt by putting him in a "stupid game for losers who can't play real guitar". Really, go click on the vid and check out the comments for yourself.

I'm a fan of both Nirvana AND GH5, so I'm gonna say that I believe this is meant to immortalize Kurt.

Other controversy: Courtney Love claims Activision has "ruined" Kurt Cobain's image and she holds firm to her claim that she never allowed Activision to license Kurt's name and character. Activision says that they DID ask the lady, and she signed the agreement. Hmm.

Poor Kurt.


Current favorite.

Most people seem to like my new hair. If I ever bother to put up a photo, you can decide for yourself.




Saturday, September 12, 2009
Went out with Elfira yesterday for shopping. Bought an ankle band, earrings and a Linkin Park band patch. Went to Lido, was about to get tickets, then got a call from Yoga asking us if we wanted to catch a movie. Phew. Headed to Jurong Point, met up with them, tried to get into a screening for Beth Cooper, failed, got tickets for Aliens in the Attic. Which was hilarious when Ricky was controlled, but not much else. Went to the arcade after the show, played Silent Hill and HOTD4. Guns sucked. Met with Dad and Boo for dinner.

Today, turned on my phone to find that the damned 4 key was stuck - the screen kept displaying the number 4 even though I didn't press it, and when I DID press 4, the key was jammed. Fishcake. Went to a shop to get it fixed, got fleeced (FIFTY FUCKEN BIGS?! YOU'RE SHITTING ME), went home, then went out for a haircut. Relax, it's not short - not THAT short. Just had it layered. Now my fringe keeps poking into my right eye. Dammit.

Tried out GH5, which is seriously AWESOME, way betttttttttttttttttter than GH:M or GH:3 or GH:WT or GH:SH. Get it. NOW.


Her "hello"s are great.










Thursday, September 10, 2009
Alllllllright. So, N's (Part 1) has officially ENDED.

I'm now free to enjoy the remainder of my holidays.

YEAH RIGHT.

Well. I have to say, the N's were surprisingly easy. Maybe not QUITE that easy, but really, I can't figure why I was so panicky about them before. All that worrying for nothing. Pfft.

English papers - walkover. Chinese papers - a pass(?). SS - A 3, I hope.

GH5 is MINE.


THANKS DAD.

Man, I am DYING to get out. Of home. Anybody?




Saturday, September 5, 2009
Went to school this morning for Chinese remedial.

Irsyad met us and sat with us, saying he had Malay remedial. His teacher never came, so he disturbed us throughout the lesson.


Yuen How.


Sheryl with her arm draped around Irsyad. (He must've been very happy.)


The miniature terror himself.








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Kang Hao and our teacher.







Thursday, September 3, 2009
Bang bang.


Remedial class sucked.


Yee Seng the batty batter.


His cap.


H.E.A.R.R.T


Again, with Chigu Sapii.

Sequence shots! Theme: A Resolved Conflict.


We were trying at first to point middle fingers at each other, but neither of us could stop laughing. I tried to do a WTF-IS-IT-YOU-WANT?! pose, but my smile ruined the effect.


Iqah intervening. I buried my face in my hands so that you couldn't see I was laughing.


There.


Me, Rab and Iqah.

And a viddy.










Wednesday, September 2, 2009

THE SCREAM


Yes, it's the finger.


What?


...


Let's shake hands!

All are open for interpretation.





It was cold, and sand stung my eyes. I was walking alongside the trucks , along the edge of the sandpits, being careful not to fall in. People called to me from the trucks, either shouting for me to get in or to get out of the way. I obliged only to the latter.

The sandpits were dangerous enough on their own, but add humanity to that and it turned almost deadly. The sandpits that were covered probably concealed mines, while the uncovered ones could lead straight into a 40-feet deep watery grave. But still, people came, in droves and droves, to party, to go wild.

I turned a corner and walked on. Then I saw him, and his friends. I don't know what his name is, so fine. I'll call him Matt, because he looks like a Matt. He was showing off, he's that type. He was at the edge of one of the pits, pretending to slide down into it, but being careful not to. His gang shrieked and laughed and swigged from their many cans of alcohol.

But of course, he fell. And yelled.

His gang pulled him out, but he just sat dumbly on the ground, clutching his leg. He was speaking to his friends very quickly, and his eyes were welling with tears. He was hurt.

They tried to pull him up and haul him into the car, but he couldn't move. So, they shrugged and left him, and drove off. He was left there, tears streaming down his cheeks, trying to stand up but finding it fruitless.

I walked towards him, knelt down and asked him, "Are you okay?"

He looked at me, and looked embarrassed. "It's my leg."

I reached towards his leg and gently pressed on it, massaging it. He grimaced in pain.

"I think you've broken your ankle," I told him. And I stood up and pulled him up. He took my hand and draped one arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my hand around his waist to support his weight, and my other hand pulled on his' to make sure he didn't slip again. We walked like that, back to the hostel 2 miles from the pits, and got to talking.

We made it back, and he was so grateful he took my hands in his and kissed them. Then he threw his arms around me and hugged me, saying he would never forget what I've done.

Later that same week, I drove out to the pits with a Jeepful of friends. Music blasted out of the car radio and we were going crazy, of course, for it was the party of the YEARRRRR and we were invited.

We drove there, and began driving into the sandpits. But suddenly, one of the girls pushed me into the pit. I fell out, arms flailing wildly, and landed in the middle of the sandpit. The Jeep didn't stop. If anything, it sped up.

I lay there, knowing I couldn't possibly climb out on my own. I was too small, too weak, and the sandpit was steep. I prayed that no one would drive into the pit, for if they did, I was doomed.

Then I saw the headlights of some car, up high on the road at the pits. I waved and yelled wildly, and to my absolute relief, the car stopped. Somebody got out of it.

It was Matt.

He immediately slipped into the pit and carried me out of it, then put me in his car. He started the engine, and we drove off.

I began to thank him repeatedly, but he just turned to me, smiled and said, "I told you I'd never forget."

He remembered me.

And he told me, "Actually, I saw you get into the Jeep with your pals. I wanted to see if I could meet you, so I followed your car."

And he kissed me.



...

And I was woken up to see my drooling baby cousin pulling my teddy bear away from my arms.

ARHGHXFJXCKLLKLXNL.




Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Toldja I made the flag.


Teacher's Day.






Sports competition among the teachers, then the concert.

Choice acts were:


The "Pancake Sisters", covering Thunder by Boys Like Girls. Drummer was pretty good, and the vocalist wasn't half bad. Too bad the microphone sucked, big-time.




Oops.


This class sang Hotel California. Even the guitar solo was on par. Great stuff.


And some Sec 5 band, performing Oasis' Wonderwall.


The "new" teachers sang too: Stand By Me, and Can't Help Falling In Love.


Darling.

Also camwhored yesterday after the concert in school grounds. Still waiting for the photos...

Today, went out to study with Sheryl. Horrible weather outside, it rained like hell. Afterwards, went to meet Lezzy and Zhaoye in Ion. Not too bad a place, I guess.

Then we headed to Wheelock and got some chocolate ($10?!?!??!?!!), then to Far East, where we walked around for quite a bit, and where me and Lezzy bought some graphic/print shirts. Niiiiice.



I also got an RHCP band patch. :D



Is all.

N's NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!