Survey #1 |
| 1.your name: - Hehe. Nice try, I'm not giving my name to a machine. 2.song currently playin? - Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek by Chiodos 3.what time did you sleep last night? - I didn't. :) I slept in the AM and AM is morning, Hakim. 4.did u sleep well last night? - I never do. I have bad dreams. 5.are you afraid of the dark? - Not anymore, thank God. 6.what is your favourite colour? - Red. Green's good too. 7.do you have a secret? - Yeah. Hehe. 8.do you like to be alone? - Yeah, sometimes. I think everyone likes to be alone sometimes. 9.what book are you currently reading? - Violin by Anne Rice. Thank you, Jas. 10.favourite subject? - English. :D 11.black or white? - Black. 12.are you prejudice? - I hope not. 13.do u have crush? - Yeah, on French accents. Grr. 14.new zealand or australia? - NZ, baby. :) 15.chocolate or vanilla? - Chocolate. 16.your favourite quote? - Everything has beauty but not everone sees it. 17.fish,chicken or beef? - Well, I like cows. Hahaha. 18.won any award? - If you want to call it an award, yea. 19.do you have any pets? - Yup. I love my pet rock. 20.how many siblings do you have? - 2, excluding step + half siblings. 21.name a song that you like.. - Alive Out of Habit by From Autumn To Ashes. 22.best year? - Whenever it was that Hitler shot himself, just cause I can't think of anything else. 23.favourite shopping place? - Meow. 24.lead someone or follow that someone? - Follow. Hahaha. 25.are you alone right now? - Yes. Spooky. 26.sms or call? - Call. But I never call, haha, so SMS. 27.hate someone right now.. - No. 28.how's this year so far? - Interesting. 29.are you good in maths? - I guess, not in Add Maths though. 30.what's your favourite memory? - The one where I was happy. 31.have you taken your bath? - Taken it where? Hahahahaha. 32.what do usually have for breakfast? - Candy. 33.do you have a phone? - I wouldn't call it a phone. It's just a pho. It doesn't deserve the ne. 34.are you good at cooking? - Not at cooking pancakes. 35.favourite singer/band? - Don't make me choose. 36.what's in your room? - A bed. Posters. Knives. Dead bodies. Bottles where I keep their blood. 37.hate school assembly? - Only because we usually sit on the ground or stand up without moving for ages. 38.have you ever had a surgery before? - No. 39.your dream car? - I don't dream of cars. 40.in what year were you born? - 1921. I'm 85, right. 41.are you afraid of heights? - Only if it's an open area with nothing to grab onto. 42.are you afraid of dying? - No. 43.what are you afraid of? - Hurting. 44.what's your favourite sport? - Volleyball. 45.beach or forest? - Does the forest have a little pond or something? :) Forest, then. 46.do u hv an asset? - Hehe. Sure. 47.what do you want to be when you grow up? - Alive. 48.what class are you this year? - Form 5B. 49.have you been a monitor,prefect,or assistant monitor before? - Actually, no. HAHA. I wonder why. 50.rate this survey from 1-10. - 10. Now give me candy. |
Tuesday 31 January 2006
I have no life. Hahaha.
Feeling: Lost
Listening to: Hello by Insite
I remembered what I wanted to say in the last post, when I was in the shower this morning. Haha. I was gonna say how I think it's best to expect the worst from things. That way, if things really are bad, you won't be disappointed because that's what you were expecting, and if they didn't quite reach the bottom, you'll be even happy. :) That's my theory anyway.
They need me to look up at the strangest smiles and find some way to receive with grace the most awkward sympathies. - The most beautiful line so far in Anne Rice's Violin. HEE.
Man, I'm bored. Come play with me. We can talk about what could have been and cry on each other's shoulder.
Listening to: Hello by Insite
I remembered what I wanted to say in the last post, when I was in the shower this morning. Haha. I was gonna say how I think it's best to expect the worst from things. That way, if things really are bad, you won't be disappointed because that's what you were expecting, and if they didn't quite reach the bottom, you'll be even happy. :) That's my theory anyway.
They need me to look up at the strangest smiles and find some way to receive with grace the most awkward sympathies. - The most beautiful line so far in Anne Rice's Violin. HEE.
Man, I'm bored. Come play with me. We can talk about what could have been and cry on each other's shoulder.
Monday 30 January 2006
It's funny how unsatisfied people are. When people make our decisions for us, we get upset because it's not what we want and we have "no freedom", but when the time comes for us to make our own choices in life, we're too scared to make them for fear of making the wrong decision and ruining your life forever. Or maybe that's just me. :) But I'm not complaining.
I was out visiting houses for 6 hours today, and I'm real tired. 6 hours, 5 houses, 3 meals and $22 probably isn't much compared to what you've done though, so I'll shut up. Hahaha.
WALENASFD. I forgot what I was gonna say.
It's 11:11. Everytime I catch the clock at that time, I think of SoCo's Konstantine. Oh ya, happy CNY.
I was out visiting houses for 6 hours today, and I'm real tired. 6 hours, 5 houses, 3 meals and $22 probably isn't much compared to what you've done though, so I'll shut up. Hahaha.
WALENASFD. I forgot what I was gonna say.
It's 11:11. Everytime I catch the clock at that time, I think of SoCo's Konstantine. Oh ya, happy CNY.
Saturday 28 January 2006
Feeling: Bummed
Listening to: Failure By Designer Jeans by From First To Last
Okay, here's the scene. Me in the clothes I wore for dinner just now, playing Punkorama 10 over and over on Windows Media Player cause I think I killed my beautiful Winamp with a virus as it hasn't been able to open since mid-last year. I'm staring at the computer screen, and every now and then I get out of my seat to do a cartwheel and run around the house, looking for something to do, but no matter how many times I run around, there's nothing to do. Oh yes, and the best part of now is that I'm alone. Everyone is asleep. And I wanted to sleep at my cousin's house that's just down the street cause he's not home and I want to stay in a house all by myself and cause he's got a BIGGGG TV, but I wasn't allowed to cause there's some kind of brunch tomorrow that I just have to attend. Meow. Actually, I could just walk over there right now, but I don't think I'm going to.
You do know that I'm only typing this so that I can say I'm doing something. This has nothing to do with me wanting you to know that I'm a lost cause with people who say they're there but never seem to be.
So, let me tell you about this Punkorama 10 CD. I bought it when I was in NZ, it came with a DVD and the little sticker on it's cover said it was dirt cheap and you know, I'm a sucker for stickers. It's an Epitaph production with 26 tracks on the CD and 21 videos on the DVD, so I guessed it was alright. The only reason why it wasn't alright was cause the hip hop songs annoyed me, there's one that was so blasphemous it disgusted me. Haha. You just don't mess with God, that's not good. I just found out that a lot of people don't like this CD. Hehehe. I'm so coooool.
And I bet you've got every word I said memorized in your head, and you'll use every one of them against me.
I like the Matches' Shoot Me In The Smile. Something about it's just gorgeous.
I'm tired. Now I believe that line in that song - stay up all night just to say you are tired. :)
Listening to: Failure By Designer Jeans by From First To Last
Okay, here's the scene. Me in the clothes I wore for dinner just now, playing Punkorama 10 over and over on Windows Media Player cause I think I killed my beautiful Winamp with a virus as it hasn't been able to open since mid-last year. I'm staring at the computer screen, and every now and then I get out of my seat to do a cartwheel and run around the house, looking for something to do, but no matter how many times I run around, there's nothing to do. Oh yes, and the best part of now is that I'm alone. Everyone is asleep. And I wanted to sleep at my cousin's house that's just down the street cause he's not home and I want to stay in a house all by myself and cause he's got a BIGGGG TV, but I wasn't allowed to cause there's some kind of brunch tomorrow that I just have to attend. Meow. Actually, I could just walk over there right now, but I don't think I'm going to.
You do know that I'm only typing this so that I can say I'm doing something. This has nothing to do with me wanting you to know that I'm a lost cause with people who say they're there but never seem to be.
So, let me tell you about this Punkorama 10 CD. I bought it when I was in NZ, it came with a DVD and the little sticker on it's cover said it was dirt cheap and you know, I'm a sucker for stickers. It's an Epitaph production with 26 tracks on the CD and 21 videos on the DVD, so I guessed it was alright. The only reason why it wasn't alright was cause the hip hop songs annoyed me, there's one that was so blasphemous it disgusted me. Haha. You just don't mess with God, that's not good. I just found out that a lot of people don't like this CD. Hehehe. I'm so coooool.
And I bet you've got every word I said memorized in your head, and you'll use every one of them against me.
I like the Matches' Shoot Me In The Smile. Something about it's just gorgeous.
I'm tired. Now I believe that line in that song - stay up all night just to say you are tired. :)
Feeling: Bottomless
Listening to: Note To Self by From First To Last
Today I learnt that if you've got toothpaste on your fingers you shouldn't rub your eyes. It's a feeling like no other. And this is like the 4th time it's happened. And you must think I'm dumb cause I think I am. Heeee. I once asked my stepbrother if he'd ever gotten toothpaste in his eye, and he was like "No. I put toothpaste on my brush, not in my eye." Hahaha.
Thursday, Far and I hung out with Joshua and Muizz, strange as it is. They're real funny. :P Our crazy conversations somehow progressed into us looking through the dictionary and using stupid words as insults. Like "You're a donut. Soft all around with a hole in the middle." Hahaha. And it was more of a you-have-to-be-there-to-see-why-it's-funny moment other than anything else, but hell, it was funny. Josh also called Far a gerbil. A small jumping desert rodent. Hahaha. They're so funny when they have nothing to do. Moments like those are priceless and inseperable.
I learnt some cool words from that too, so it wasn't exactly unproductive.
Tomorrow will be the 29th. CNY day and also Prince's day of birth. Haha. I don't know what I'm going to do. I always want things to be special, but they never are.
I think my definition of 'Airholes' at Urbandictionary.com got rejected, cause it's not up yet while my definition of 'Brunei' is. :D They're (Airholes) supposed to have their single released on air this week, I wonder if that's happened.
Now that I'm so close to finishing high school, I'm not sure what I want to do next. I don't know if I want to study journalism. I don't know if I want to become a pilot. I don't know if I want to study in Brunei, or NZ, or anywhere else. I don't know what I want to do. :) Hopeless.
And recently I realized that I dream too much. I confuse what I wish is real with actual reality. And I'm too optimistic. I always find myself saying "It's going to be okay", even when it's not.
I don't have school until the 4th of February. And hey you, I'm sure I'm in trouble.
Shoot me in the smile.
Listening to: Note To Self by From First To Last
Today I learnt that if you've got toothpaste on your fingers you shouldn't rub your eyes. It's a feeling like no other. And this is like the 4th time it's happened. And you must think I'm dumb cause I think I am. Heeee. I once asked my stepbrother if he'd ever gotten toothpaste in his eye, and he was like "No. I put toothpaste on my brush, not in my eye." Hahaha.
Thursday, Far and I hung out with Joshua and Muizz, strange as it is. They're real funny. :P Our crazy conversations somehow progressed into us looking through the dictionary and using stupid words as insults. Like "You're a donut. Soft all around with a hole in the middle." Hahaha. And it was more of a you-have-to-be-there-to-see-why-it's-funny moment other than anything else, but hell, it was funny. Josh also called Far a gerbil. A small jumping desert rodent. Hahaha. They're so funny when they have nothing to do. Moments like those are priceless and inseperable.
I learnt some cool words from that too, so it wasn't exactly unproductive.
- Splendiferous = Having beauty and splendor.
- Insalubrious = Unhealthy.
- Inquietude = Uneasiness.
Tomorrow will be the 29th. CNY day and also Prince's day of birth. Haha. I don't know what I'm going to do. I always want things to be special, but they never are.
I think my definition of 'Airholes' at Urbandictionary.com got rejected, cause it's not up yet while my definition of 'Brunei' is. :D They're (Airholes) supposed to have their single released on air this week, I wonder if that's happened.
Now that I'm so close to finishing high school, I'm not sure what I want to do next. I don't know if I want to study journalism. I don't know if I want to become a pilot. I don't know if I want to study in Brunei, or NZ, or anywhere else. I don't know what I want to do. :) Hopeless.
And recently I realized that I dream too much. I confuse what I wish is real with actual reality. And I'm too optimistic. I always find myself saying "It's going to be okay", even when it's not.
I don't have school until the 4th of February. And hey you, I'm sure I'm in trouble.
Shoot me in the smile.
Sunday 22 January 2006
Listening to: Pretty Boy Fury by The Fury
In Biology class on Wednesday, we cut up some eyeballs. I didn't actually do it 'cause it was kind of gross as it still had the skin around the eye, i.e. the eyelash area. I joined a table with Muizz, Josh, Wun Hock, Far and Aaron cause they had two eyeballs. They're so funny to watch. Hehe. Especially when they're trying to get eyeballs out of the surrounding fats and skin. In the end, our group was the last to finish the experiment, and we had to cut off the iris part and squeeze out the juicy stuff that I forgot the name of. Gross, ya? Anyway, Aaron and Josh cut up one eyeball, and Muizz and Wun Hock did the other, while me and Far just watched. On-looker got in the way of Aaron's flying eye juice, and THAT was funny. :D
That was the only nice thing about the week I guess. Every thing else was so bloody not good, and I won't mention anything else about it.
Last night there was a sort of party thing at the back of my house where my Aunty's workers stay, and only last night did I realize that there are a whole lot of homosexuals/guys-that-want-to-be-girls,-but-not-quite-transexuals where I live. :) Heee.
Oh well.
In Biology class on Wednesday, we cut up some eyeballs. I didn't actually do it 'cause it was kind of gross as it still had the skin around the eye, i.e. the eyelash area. I joined a table with Muizz, Josh, Wun Hock, Far and Aaron cause they had two eyeballs. They're so funny to watch. Hehe. Especially when they're trying to get eyeballs out of the surrounding fats and skin. In the end, our group was the last to finish the experiment, and we had to cut off the iris part and squeeze out the juicy stuff that I forgot the name of. Gross, ya? Anyway, Aaron and Josh cut up one eyeball, and Muizz and Wun Hock did the other, while me and Far just watched. On-looker got in the way of Aaron's flying eye juice, and THAT was funny. :D
That was the only nice thing about the week I guess. Every thing else was so bloody not good, and I won't mention anything else about it.
Last night there was a sort of party thing at the back of my house where my Aunty's workers stay, and only last night did I realize that there are a whole lot of homosexuals/guys-that-want-to-be-girls,-but-not-quite-transexuals where I live. :) Heee.
Oh well.
Thursday 19 January 2006
I was supposed to post these ages ago, but I forgot about them. :)
Rarotonga's an island, right, so there's like, beach everywhere. So, on every beach that I went to over there, I made a star in the sand. An old man even came up to me on one of these beaches and said it was a good star. Hehe. This is the biggest and the last star I made. :) It was four feet wide, I think, I'm not good at estimating though. Heee. Sand stars are cool. And that's my finger at the edge of the picture.
Still in Raro, with my brother on the left and half brother on the right.
The cute guy that picked me to dance on stage at the show. Yes, my smile says it all. Hahaha.
Jordan, my 6-year-old half brother who's a little too girly. He's so cute cause I was walking him home from the beach one day, and he said "I hate that water. Somebody put salt in it." Hahaha. Cute. And another one of his quotes is: "No wonder there are no big waves today, somebody took all the water out." So. Damn. Cutee.
Far on the left and Zaidah on the right, sitting in our seats, bored to death, before the Peterpan concert started.
And there are lots more pictures of my December holidays but I can't be fucked to scan them.
Rarotonga's an island, right, so there's like, beach everywhere. So, on every beach that I went to over there, I made a star in the sand. An old man even came up to me on one of these beaches and said it was a good star. Hehe. This is the biggest and the last star I made. :) It was four feet wide, I think, I'm not good at estimating though. Heee. Sand stars are cool. And that's my finger at the edge of the picture.
Still in Raro, with my brother on the left and half brother on the right.
The cute guy that picked me to dance on stage at the show. Yes, my smile says it all. Hahaha.
Jordan, my 6-year-old half brother who's a little too girly. He's so cute cause I was walking him home from the beach one day, and he said "I hate that water. Somebody put salt in it." Hahaha. Cute. And another one of his quotes is: "No wonder there are no big waves today, somebody took all the water out." So. Damn. Cutee.
Far on the left and Zaidah on the right, sitting in our seats, bored to death, before the Peterpan concert started.
And there are lots more pictures of my December holidays but I can't be fucked to scan them.
Wednesday 18 January 2006
Feeling: Stupid
Listening to: Your Revolution Is A Joke by Funeral For A Friend
2 hours ago, I was gonna post this:
I don't like what you've become, but maybe it's what I've become that doesn't like what you always were. I don't know which one of us has changed, but one of us has. Maybe even both of us. But sure as hell, something has definately changed, and I don't like it. In usual cases, I would have given up way before now, but this time I decided to hold on, but it doesn't seem to be working. Sometimes all you can do is give up.
But now, that's far too inappropriate. This is better, for a time like now:
You want to believe that I left you just so you can say I'm evil and it's all my fault. You're right; I am and it is, but I didn't leave you. I don't know what to say, the silent drive home was bad enough, now I know you're thinking too much and eating too little and probably going to do something I wouldn't like, but who am I to judge you and tell you what's right and what's not? Emotions are delicate, I'm horrible with them, and don't ever get me emotional when I'm even the slightest bit drunk.
I wrote this 2 days ago, before I went to bed. I'm not sure about the last 3 lines though; those are temporary.
You Kill Me
I hang on to every word you say,
No matter how empty it really is.
And everything you speak of stings so much,
I wish I could cry,
but I don't want to show you the weakest side of me.
Your demons hold me close,
If only I could pull myself away.
Maybe it would be different then,
But times have changed
and it takes more than I can give to save myself.
So I let you take me in,
Praying I would just fall unconcious
So I can wake up to your pretty face that I love so much.
Just the shadows in your eyes,
Like the sparkle in your bullet,
Can make me crumble to my knees.
You shine brighter than anyone,
And you still find time to darken my days.
How do you do it?
Your kisses send me spiralling, begging for more.
Even though I know it's more wrong than anything I could ever do.
So I pretend I'm oblivious to your presence
Just so, when it's over, I can tell myself it wasn't my fault.
But it doesn't work
And in the end, it's clear:
I'm killing myself more than you are.
And I hate myself for this,
But I hate you more.
Because you know me better than anyone;
Because you know exactly how to break me.
And because you're so good at it.
I figured out that if I have catnaps, I can be much more attentive and happy. Catnaps are short naps that amazingly fill you up with more energy than a real sleep - still not sure if it's lost faster or not, cause I usually fall asleep on the couch after school when I catnap. Anyway, what I mean to say is: when I sleep at 3AM and wake up at 6:30AM, I'm more hyper.
I feel stupid, and really, it's my fault, and I'm sorry. (I abuse the word sorry; I've used it so much that I'm not sure if it has any meaning anymore, but trust me, sorry is all I feel right now, plus stupid.)
Listening to: Your Revolution Is A Joke by Funeral For A Friend
2 hours ago, I was gonna post this:
I don't like what you've become, but maybe it's what I've become that doesn't like what you always were. I don't know which one of us has changed, but one of us has. Maybe even both of us. But sure as hell, something has definately changed, and I don't like it. In usual cases, I would have given up way before now, but this time I decided to hold on, but it doesn't seem to be working. Sometimes all you can do is give up.
But now, that's far too inappropriate. This is better, for a time like now:
You want to believe that I left you just so you can say I'm evil and it's all my fault. You're right; I am and it is, but I didn't leave you. I don't know what to say, the silent drive home was bad enough, now I know you're thinking too much and eating too little and probably going to do something I wouldn't like, but who am I to judge you and tell you what's right and what's not? Emotions are delicate, I'm horrible with them, and don't ever get me emotional when I'm even the slightest bit drunk.
I wrote this 2 days ago, before I went to bed. I'm not sure about the last 3 lines though; those are temporary.
I hang on to every word you say,
No matter how empty it really is.
And everything you speak of stings so much,
I wish I could cry,
but I don't want to show you the weakest side of me.
Your demons hold me close,
If only I could pull myself away.
Maybe it would be different then,
But times have changed
and it takes more than I can give to save myself.
So I let you take me in,
Praying I would just fall unconcious
So I can wake up to your pretty face that I love so much.
Just the shadows in your eyes,
Like the sparkle in your bullet,
Can make me crumble to my knees.
You shine brighter than anyone,
And you still find time to darken my days.
How do you do it?
Your kisses send me spiralling, begging for more.
Even though I know it's more wrong than anything I could ever do.
So I pretend I'm oblivious to your presence
Just so, when it's over, I can tell myself it wasn't my fault.
But it doesn't work
And in the end, it's clear:
I'm killing myself more than you are.
And I hate myself for this,
But I hate you more.
Because you know me better than anyone;
Because you know exactly how to break me.
And because you're so good at it.
I figured out that if I have catnaps, I can be much more attentive and happy. Catnaps are short naps that amazingly fill you up with more energy than a real sleep - still not sure if it's lost faster or not, cause I usually fall asleep on the couch after school when I catnap. Anyway, what I mean to say is: when I sleep at 3AM and wake up at 6:30AM, I'm more hyper.
I feel stupid, and really, it's my fault, and I'm sorry. (I abuse the word sorry; I've used it so much that I'm not sure if it has any meaning anymore, but trust me, sorry is all I feel right now, plus stupid.)
Saturday 14 January 2006
Feeling: Broken
Listening to: Fat Guy Wrote A Song About A Girl by Airholes
Frankly
They broke down my wings,
Plastered on me a smile,
I didn't care, I didn't care.
They tore through my heart,
Stole what happiness was there,
Still, I didn't care. I didn't care.
They cut off my strings,
Down I tumbled with such vile,
Beyond repair, beyond repair.
They pulled me apart,
Filled my mouth with false prayer,
Yet, I didn't care. I didn't care.
Alone they made me crumble,
In my own blood I was drowned,
And they'd stare, and they'd stare.
They killed my untamed soul,
Inside I was fatuous shred,
And I didn't care. I didn't care.
Forever I would stumble,
Free of chains, but still bound.
As they snare, as they snare.
Life finally took a stroll,
Now, I am truly dead.
And frankly, I just don't care.
I wrote that two days ago, it's a sort of poem that could be a song if you really wanted it to be, and it was nice at the time, but now it just seems out of place. Hehe.
I'm hungry. So very hungry.
People are calling me fat. Hahaha. What is this? America's Next Top Model?
I'm deathly bored. It's 4 in the morning, what do I expect to find to do? I don't really know. So I've been surfing around and clicking and clicking and listening and reading, and if you haven't noticed already, I'm listening to the Airholes. HEEEE. That reminds me. Have you ever been to UrbanDictionary.com? It's an online dictionary for slangs and phrases, urban stuff, I guess. It's got definitions of bands as well, and you know, I was really bored, like I am now, and I sent in the definition of 'Airholes'. Haha. It's in the process of either being accepted or rejected. If it's accepted, it'll be on the web for other losers who need to know who/what the Airholes are, and if it's rejected, then, I don't know, I guess other losers won't know the band by UD.com. :)
My mum is going to Hong Kong at 10AM today. And that's more of a personal reminder than something to tell you. So, lets move on.
I took an IQ test just now. I've got an IQ of 125. Haha. I don't know what that means. :(
I want to go to the movies. Come with me.
29137 - we are dying, killing ourselves.
Listening to: Fat Guy Wrote A Song About A Girl by Airholes
They broke down my wings,
Plastered on me a smile,
I didn't care, I didn't care.
They tore through my heart,
Stole what happiness was there,
Still, I didn't care. I didn't care.
They cut off my strings,
Down I tumbled with such vile,
Beyond repair, beyond repair.
They pulled me apart,
Filled my mouth with false prayer,
Yet, I didn't care. I didn't care.
Alone they made me crumble,
In my own blood I was drowned,
And they'd stare, and they'd stare.
They killed my untamed soul,
Inside I was fatuous shred,
And I didn't care. I didn't care.
Forever I would stumble,
Free of chains, but still bound.
As they snare, as they snare.
Life finally took a stroll,
Now, I am truly dead.
And frankly, I just don't care.
I wrote that two days ago, it's a sort of poem that could be a song if you really wanted it to be, and it was nice at the time, but now it just seems out of place. Hehe.
I'm hungry. So very hungry.
People are calling me fat. Hahaha. What is this? America's Next Top Model?
I'm deathly bored. It's 4 in the morning, what do I expect to find to do? I don't really know. So I've been surfing around and clicking and clicking and listening and reading, and if you haven't noticed already, I'm listening to the Airholes. HEEEE. That reminds me. Have you ever been to UrbanDictionary.com? It's an online dictionary for slangs and phrases, urban stuff, I guess. It's got definitions of bands as well, and you know, I was really bored, like I am now, and I sent in the definition of 'Airholes'. Haha. It's in the process of either being accepted or rejected. If it's accepted, it'll be on the web for other losers who need to know who/what the Airholes are, and if it's rejected, then, I don't know, I guess other losers won't know the band by UD.com. :)
My mum is going to Hong Kong at 10AM today. And that's more of a personal reminder than something to tell you. So, lets move on.
I took an IQ test just now. I've got an IQ of 125. Haha. I don't know what that means. :(
I want to go to the movies. Come with me.
29137 - we are dying, killing ourselves.
Thursday 12 January 2006
Tuesday 10 January 2006
Monday 9 January 2006
Listening to: Freak by Silverchair
Yeah, yeah. I haven't been updating much because, seriously, I just can't be fucked. But nevermind, I'm here now!
I went to the Peterpan concert on Saturday, and wow, it was great. They managed to get everyone moving and screaming and singing along, and I haven't seen that happen many times in Brunei. I mean, even I was having fun, and Ariel was a darling. :) The only bad thing about it was the opening acts were NOT opening acts, they had their own concert, and it got to the point where me and Zaidah were boo-ing them and chanting "Peterpan" over and over again. Ok, that wasn't the only bad thing, also, the pictures I took were from too much a distance and they'll probably come out fuzzy or something. Oh, yeah, and I met Zaidah for the first time there, I didn't plan to, but it happened and I'm glad it did cause she made it extra fun, I brought Far with me to the concert, cause my sister surprised me by buying me tickets, and Zai saw me at the entrance, and we ended up sitting with her. Had a great time.
All in all, live music is the best. And buy Peterpan's album.
Hehehe. Groupie.
That's all that happened, or all that I remember.
Dreams are starting to freak me out. Help me.
29137.
Yeah, yeah. I haven't been updating much because, seriously, I just can't be fucked. But nevermind, I'm here now!
I went to the Peterpan concert on Saturday, and wow, it was great. They managed to get everyone moving and screaming and singing along, and I haven't seen that happen many times in Brunei. I mean, even I was having fun, and Ariel was a darling. :) The only bad thing about it was the opening acts were NOT opening acts, they had their own concert, and it got to the point where me and Zaidah were boo-ing them and chanting "Peterpan" over and over again. Ok, that wasn't the only bad thing, also, the pictures I took were from too much a distance and they'll probably come out fuzzy or something. Oh, yeah, and I met Zaidah for the first time there, I didn't plan to, but it happened and I'm glad it did cause she made it extra fun, I brought Far with me to the concert, cause my sister surprised me by buying me tickets, and Zai saw me at the entrance, and we ended up sitting with her. Had a great time.
All in all, live music is the best. And buy Peterpan's album.
Hehehe. Groupie.
That's all that happened, or all that I remember.
Dreams are starting to freak me out. Help me.
29137.
Wednesday 4 January 2006
Feeling: Blahh
Listening to: Hand of Blood by Bullet For My Valentine
I feel weird saying 'Happy New Year', so I don't, usually, just in case you're wondering why I haven't greeted you yet. :)
I had an interesting start to 2006. Weirdest moment was on New Years' Day itself, in the middle of the afternoon, I got drunk and puked all over mucus boy's room. And I don't remember a lot of what happened because everything that I do remember is a blur and I'm cool, yeah.
Not really, but anyway..
I keep telling everyone I got drunk like it's some kind of trophy I can be proud of. It was my first time to get puke-drunk, that's all; I've stepped on new grounds; I've grown up. HAHAA.
I might have a sleeping problem, I keep waking up every 2 hours, and it's really annoying cause sometimes I can't get back to sleep till 20 minutes later. And I have freaky dreams that I hope don't come true, cause if they do, it would be just plain w r o n g.
Okay, that's all. Feelings are too fragile to mess with. I'm sorry.
Then I'll kiss your lips. From then on, I'll know everything will be just perfect, yeah, just perfect.
Listening to: Hand of Blood by Bullet For My Valentine
I feel weird saying 'Happy New Year', so I don't, usually, just in case you're wondering why I haven't greeted you yet. :)
I had an interesting start to 2006. Weirdest moment was on New Years' Day itself, in the middle of the afternoon, I got drunk and puked all over mucus boy's room. And I don't remember a lot of what happened because everything that I do remember is a blur and I'm cool, yeah.
Not really, but anyway..
I keep telling everyone I got drunk like it's some kind of trophy I can be proud of. It was my first time to get puke-drunk, that's all; I've stepped on new grounds; I've grown up. HAHAA.
I might have a sleeping problem, I keep waking up every 2 hours, and it's really annoying cause sometimes I can't get back to sleep till 20 minutes later. And I have freaky dreams that I hope don't come true, cause if they do, it would be just plain w r o n g.
Okay, that's all. Feelings are too fragile to mess with. I'm sorry.
Then I'll kiss your lips. From then on, I'll know everything will be just perfect, yeah, just perfect.
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