Feeling: Irritable
Listening to: From The Bottom Of This Bottle by Crash Romeo
You know how I've been doing GarageBand reviews, right? Well, what's cool is that two of my (many) reviews have been chosen as signature reviews, if you know what I mean. :D It's hard to explain, so I won't try. What isn't so cool is that they're for songs I'm not exactly in love with.
Haha. Can you get more insatiable?
Yeah, I guess you can. Anyway, come visit me and my amazing reviews by clicking on the link placed so subtly in this sentence. Where is it? Oh, God. You lost it. Ahhhhhhhh.
[I removed this paragraph. It was going to be about scene kids and namedropping and how it annoys me. I even quoted Hot Hot Heat just to prove how right I was. Hahahaha. I thought it was mean - which it was - so I made it go poof and now I'm happy; you're happy; life's great.]
Good night, kids. It's nearly midnight and I'm not happy with this time of month. Which reminds me. Yesterday, I was getting angry at Chinese people on TV. Hahaha. I won't tell you why so I can leave you in an awkward mysterious silence.
*Pop.
Saturday 24 February 2007
Feeling: Hungry
Listening to: The Ocean by Mae
People instant message you on MSN at midnight going, "Hi." To which you reply in the same manner. Then they ask you the stupidest question of "Still awake?" NO FUCKING SHIT. Sorry. I'm irritable and I miss Hamish and I'm tired and I'm hungry but I can't go to sleep 'cause I'm afraid I'll have bad dreams and I'm too lazy to go get something to eat so it's basically all my fault, so I'm just angry at myself. :] Oh, oh. And when you're at school, waiting to go home, and someone comes up to you and says, "You haven't gone home yet?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. EXCUSE ME? I try my best to hold back a "Well, if I was home, I don't really think I'd be here right now, ey." Woo. That made me feel better.
If you've done any of the above to me, this isn't actually targetted at you. I'm just in a pissy mood, and I'm sure I say, "You're up late" sometimes. Just. Yeah. Okay.
The pictures of MOTA from Friday night are up here. And I'm sorry, but none of the pictures are nice. I wasn't a good photographer that night partly because I was only taking pictures to distract myself and partly because I have no skill. I mean, there is something funny about every picture. So imagine me, while I was resizing them, laughing and giggling all by myself. And if you notice, yes, there is a microphone stand taped to a stool in the middle of the 'stage'. Hahahahaha. Oh, funny. I tried my best. The rest of the bands are here.
Am I alone in this? Never a night where I can sleep myself till day. We must try figure it out, figure it out. It won't be that easy; we lost it somehow. The night becames the space that's somewhere in between what I feel and what I'm told. Sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out, figure it out; to find out the meaning and reach it somehow. Fall around me now, like the stars that shine and brighten the way. I need you here tonight just like this night, it needs the rain. The season has changed; the wind, it blows colder now, colder now. The clouds are raised, the rain it falls harder now all around. You come over unannounced; silence broken by your voice in the dark. I need you here tonight, just like the ocean needs the waves.
Listening to: The Ocean by Mae
People instant message you on MSN at midnight going, "Hi." To which you reply in the same manner. Then they ask you the stupidest question of "Still awake?" NO FUCKING SHIT. Sorry. I'm irritable and I miss Hamish and I'm tired and I'm hungry but I can't go to sleep 'cause I'm afraid I'll have bad dreams and I'm too lazy to go get something to eat so it's basically all my fault, so I'm just angry at myself. :] Oh, oh. And when you're at school, waiting to go home, and someone comes up to you and says, "You haven't gone home yet?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. EXCUSE ME? I try my best to hold back a "Well, if I was home, I don't really think I'd be here right now, ey." Woo. That made me feel better.
If you've done any of the above to me, this isn't actually targetted at you. I'm just in a pissy mood, and I'm sure I say, "You're up late" sometimes. Just. Yeah. Okay.
The pictures of MOTA from Friday night are up here. And I'm sorry, but none of the pictures are nice. I wasn't a good photographer that night partly because I was only taking pictures to distract myself and partly because I have no skill. I mean, there is something funny about every picture. So imagine me, while I was resizing them, laughing and giggling all by myself. And if you notice, yes, there is a microphone stand taped to a stool in the middle of the 'stage'. Hahahahaha. Oh, funny. I tried my best. The rest of the bands are here.
Am I alone in this? Never a night where I can sleep myself till day. We must try figure it out, figure it out. It won't be that easy; we lost it somehow. The night becames the space that's somewhere in between what I feel and what I'm told. Sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out, figure it out; to find out the meaning and reach it somehow. Fall around me now, like the stars that shine and brighten the way. I need you here tonight just like this night, it needs the rain. The season has changed; the wind, it blows colder now, colder now. The clouds are raised, the rain it falls harder now all around. You come over unannounced; silence broken by your voice in the dark. I need you here tonight, just like the ocean needs the waves.
Feeling: Crushed
Listening to: Trust Me, I've Been Here Before by Uptown Terminal
Click. Just because. :]
I swear I'll never let you go.
Full stops are cool.
I forgot to tell you; I've stopped judging my parents. Sure, I may be a fuckhead for even doing it in the first place, but when you're seperated physically and emotionally, and the thoughts one parent has for the other reflects the same from the other parent's point of view (and none of them positive, mind you), there's nothing to do but conclude there's no right or wrong. And what was it that Palpatine from Star Wars said in episode 3, Revenge of the Sith? "Good is only a point of view." (Actually, minus the 'only'. It just sounds better with the 'only' present)
Movies can teach you alot sometimes. They call it fiction, but is it really? There's this bit of script from a movie I can't remember the name of, but I have a strong suspicion it's from this movie about a selkie in Ipswich. There's no way of confirming that though, so I'll just tell you the lines, and why they're so cool. This guy is getting beat up by his father because he'd been doing bad things, and the son says, "Stop! This is a nightmare!" To which the father answers, "Of your own doing!" Do you get it? Do you get it? The son was complaining about the consequences of his own doings. Yeah? Gotten? It? Bottomline is, don't do something stupid if you can't handle the consequences. :]
It's hard to call someone a hypocrite when you're the most brilliant example of hypocrisy available; but you still do it. And by you, I mean me.
Can somebody teach me the difference between self-pity and realizing you have problems? :D Or is it one of those things that you'll only know how to do when the time comes?
My calf muscles hurt 'cause of jumping. 'Cause of MOTA's gig last night. (Did you see how I slyly namedroped right there? Oh, yeah, I'm smooth)
I should really say, "Happy Chinese new year," and perhaps a "Happy National day," shouldn't I? Well, I'm not going to!
Whoa, badass.
Listening to: Trust Me, I've Been Here Before by Uptown Terminal
Click. Just because. :]
I swear I'll never let you go.
Full stops are cool.
I forgot to tell you; I've stopped judging my parents. Sure, I may be a fuckhead for even doing it in the first place, but when you're seperated physically and emotionally, and the thoughts one parent has for the other reflects the same from the other parent's point of view (and none of them positive, mind you), there's nothing to do but conclude there's no right or wrong. And what was it that Palpatine from Star Wars said in episode 3, Revenge of the Sith? "Good is only a point of view." (Actually, minus the 'only'. It just sounds better with the 'only' present)
Movies can teach you alot sometimes. They call it fiction, but is it really? There's this bit of script from a movie I can't remember the name of, but I have a strong suspicion it's from this movie about a selkie in Ipswich. There's no way of confirming that though, so I'll just tell you the lines, and why they're so cool. This guy is getting beat up by his father because he'd been doing bad things, and the son says, "Stop! This is a nightmare!" To which the father answers, "Of your own doing!" Do you get it? Do you get it? The son was complaining about the consequences of his own doings. Yeah? Gotten? It? Bottomline is, don't do something stupid if you can't handle the consequences. :]
It's hard to call someone a hypocrite when you're the most brilliant example of hypocrisy available; but you still do it. And by you, I mean me.
Can somebody teach me the difference between self-pity and realizing you have problems? :D Or is it one of those things that you'll only know how to do when the time comes?
My calf muscles hurt 'cause of jumping. 'Cause of MOTA's gig last night. (Did you see how I slyly namedroped right there? Oh, yeah, I'm smooth)
I should really say, "Happy Chinese new year," and perhaps a "Happy National day," shouldn't I? Well, I'm not going to!
Whoa, badass.
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Feeling: Angry
Listening to: Waking Up With Wolves by the Black Maria
I've been spending the last two days doing music reviews at GarageBand.com so I can become famous. Hahahahaaaaa.
Yes, yes. All part of my plan to take over the world.
What's that? You want to know what happens in the reviewing process? Well, I get a pair of songs to listen to; one at a time, but I only get to find out the song and band name after I've done the review, so it's as unbiased as you can hope it to be, and the only things I can control are the outcome of the review and the choosing of the genre of the two songs. So far I've done 5 pairs having the genres of metal, acoustic, emo, emo and hard rock. Sorry? What did you say? I am super duper cool? Because I write music reviews? Why, thank you. Teehee.
MOTA played at Raziqin Studio, Jerudong Park on Sunday, playing Hole's Teenage Whore, Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit, School Sucks and SMS. I've got videos, and they'll probably be on the net in a few days, so why I mentioned them, I don't know. The audience gave them a fairly big round of applause, so all's well. I didn't watch the rest of the bands that played though, 'cause I write reviews and I'm too cool for them.
And and and aaaanndddd...
Don't forget, kiddies, The Black Maria are the cooliest people with instruments.
Listening to: Waking Up With Wolves by the Black Maria
I've been spending the last two days doing music reviews at GarageBand.com so I can become famous. Hahahahaaaaa.
Yes, yes. All part of my plan to take over the world.
What's that? You want to know what happens in the reviewing process? Well, I get a pair of songs to listen to; one at a time, but I only get to find out the song and band name after I've done the review, so it's as unbiased as you can hope it to be, and the only things I can control are the outcome of the review and the choosing of the genre of the two songs. So far I've done 5 pairs having the genres of metal, acoustic, emo, emo and hard rock. Sorry? What did you say? I am super duper cool? Because I write music reviews? Why, thank you. Teehee.
MOTA played at Raziqin Studio, Jerudong Park on Sunday, playing Hole's Teenage Whore, Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit, School Sucks and SMS. I've got videos, and they'll probably be on the net in a few days, so why I mentioned them, I don't know. The audience gave them a fairly big round of applause, so all's well. I didn't watch the rest of the bands that played though, 'cause I write reviews and I'm too cool for them.
And and and aaaanndddd...
Don't forget, kiddies, The Black Maria are the cooliest people with instruments.
Friday 16 February 2007
Feeling: Yucky
Listening to: Lost And Found by Taking Back Sunday
I write in pencil too much. It's as if it's all I write in, and usually when I'm looking for change from pen ink, or when I'm not sure if what I'm writing is correct. But this seems like a very strange thing to talk about, so I should really stop now and never start an entry with talk of pencils ever again. Forgive me, I had a 6-hour nap earlier.
I'm sorry if I take promises too seriously, but there are three things that are never meant to be broken: toys, promises and hearts. It's hard not to believe every word you say. ♥
But I guess it doesn't matter. There are worse things going on in the world than my helplessness.
Sometimes it feels as if I'm reading the pages of someone else's life. Do you ever get that?
Maybe it's 'cause sometimes, I wish I was.
Hahahahaha.
Listening to: Lost And Found by Taking Back Sunday
I write in pencil too much. It's as if it's all I write in, and usually when I'm looking for change from pen ink, or when I'm not sure if what I'm writing is correct. But this seems like a very strange thing to talk about, so I should really stop now and never start an entry with talk of pencils ever again. Forgive me, I had a 6-hour nap earlier.
I'm sorry if I take promises too seriously, but there are three things that are never meant to be broken: toys, promises and hearts. It's hard not to believe every word you say. ♥
But I guess it doesn't matter. There are worse things going on in the world than my helplessness.
Sometimes it feels as if I'm reading the pages of someone else's life. Do you ever get that?
Maybe it's 'cause sometimes, I wish I was.
Hahahahaha.
Thursday 15 February 2007
Yay. It finally happened.
Trisera put up two new songs on Purevolume, accompanying Seketika. He's got a beautiful voice, agree with me.
Trisera put up two new songs on Purevolume, accompanying Seketika. He's got a beautiful voice, agree with me.
Feeling: Vulnerable
Listening to: Lady Luck by the Lyndsay Diaries
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I'd like to hear about these things from you, not by accident and not from a source that doesn't care who the information-obtainer is. At least that way it can look like you actually want me to know, instead of just passing me off as wallpaper. I'm not wallpaper. I don't think I am, anyway; it seems too cynical to be true, which is ironic 'cause I find I'm too cynical for my own good.
Or maybe it's too hard to tell me. In that case, you do exactly what I do. Sometimes, I get scared of my emotions, so I find it better if I let them out in some indirect way, where I know there's a possibility but no certainty that the person I want to know will find out (hint: you're reading it and I just did it in the above paragraph).
To put all emotions aside because at the worst of times, there's nothing to say but that emotions are evil, I think I have an extended essay topic. Woohee.
Oh, and if we could turn back time by just a day, I'd say: Happy Valentine's day. Thank you and you, but especially you. I don't think you know what it's like seeing the moonlight hit your tears like that; to see you without your shell. I think it was, in fact, the light coming from inside my house, but I like to think it was the moonlight.
I'm wearing your heart on my wrist. Sing me the song, please; just like you wanted.
Listening to: Lady Luck by the Lyndsay Diaries
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I'd like to hear about these things from you, not by accident and not from a source that doesn't care who the information-obtainer is. At least that way it can look like you actually want me to know, instead of just passing me off as wallpaper. I'm not wallpaper. I don't think I am, anyway; it seems too cynical to be true, which is ironic 'cause I find I'm too cynical for my own good.
Or maybe it's too hard to tell me. In that case, you do exactly what I do. Sometimes, I get scared of my emotions, so I find it better if I let them out in some indirect way, where I know there's a possibility but no certainty that the person I want to know will find out (hint: you're reading it and I just did it in the above paragraph).
To put all emotions aside because at the worst of times, there's nothing to say but that emotions are evil, I think I have an extended essay topic. Woohee.
Oh, and if we could turn back time by just a day, I'd say: Happy Valentine's day. Thank you and you, but especially you. I don't think you know what it's like seeing the moonlight hit your tears like that; to see you without your shell. I think it was, in fact, the light coming from inside my house, but I like to think it was the moonlight.
I'm wearing your heart on my wrist. Sing me the song, please; just like you wanted.
Saturday 10 February 2007
Feeling: Sore
Listening to: Moments Forever Faded by Funeral For A Friend
This is what I've been wanting to say for ages. Since I got back from New Zealand on the 27th of December, 2006 to be exact. I just... It's hard to bring up.
Awh, mannnn. I need to think of an article to go in this week's school paper by Monday. I think I should go completely random and write an article totally unrelated to Valentine's Day, like, say, global warming, 'cause I'm non-conformist and don't assess my life according to the themes you set for me. *Licks.
Unless, of course, I run out of ideas and am completely hopeless, then I guess there's nothing to do but that. :] So much for scene points and trying to be non-conformist. *Flips hair.
My legs hurt.
Listening to: Moments Forever Faded by Funeral For A Friend
This is what I've been wanting to say for ages. Since I got back from New Zealand on the 27th of December, 2006 to be exact. I just... It's hard to bring up.
Awh, mannnn. I need to think of an article to go in this week's school paper by Monday. I think I should go completely random and write an article totally unrelated to Valentine's Day, like, say, global warming, 'cause I'm non-conformist and don't assess my life according to the themes you set for me. *Licks.
Unless, of course, I run out of ideas and am completely hopeless, then I guess there's nothing to do but that. :] So much for scene points and trying to be non-conformist. *Flips hair.
My legs hurt.
Friday 9 February 2007
Feeling: So sleepy
Listening to: Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns
I've been sleepy since I woke up this morning. Hahah. I really did not want to wake up today.
You know what? People leave.
I spent more than three hours trying to make a stupid origami rose. Because they're pretty. I even looked up videos on how to make them on Youtube. I got through the first 18 steps, then it got all freaky and I didn't understand and it was driving me insane, not to mention the amount of times I replayed the videos wishing it was in slow motion. So, in a wrath of fury, I unfolded what I'd done, crumpled it up into a ball and threw it all away. All 5 pieces of paper cut into nice little squares. All of them.
But why am I spending hours and hours trying to learn origami when I have two essays (one which I suspect my teacher has forgotten about) to write, a biology practical report to finish, an extended essay topic to think about, a CAS diary to fill in, minus 40 pages of business notes to go through, one business case study to do, one article to submit, and three Malay books to read?
I don't know.
It looked fun.
I need a change of layout, but the dilemma is that all computers in the house have been formatted, thus Photoshop has been removed. And the only thing that comes close to it is ImageReady and it's hardly the same and it's on the laptop my brother uses.
Changing topic so fast you don't notice, this is an actual occurance; it happened yesterday after the school got flooded 'cause it was raining:
Bunch of people talking. Someone walks up to bunch of people and joins in conversation. Someone's friend comes and stands by him/her. Someone looks down at feet. Someone says, "Shit! Why aren't I wearing shoes?!"
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa. It was funny. Strange how I was the only one laughing though.
And yes, I editted the previous post because I am the queen of all things bloggy and I'm allowed to so HAH. :] *pat pat. Good night, insects.
Listening to: Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns
I've been sleepy since I woke up this morning. Hahah. I really did not want to wake up today.
You know what? People leave.
I spent more than three hours trying to make a stupid origami rose. Because they're pretty. I even looked up videos on how to make them on Youtube. I got through the first 18 steps, then it got all freaky and I didn't understand and it was driving me insane, not to mention the amount of times I replayed the videos wishing it was in slow motion. So, in a wrath of fury, I unfolded what I'd done, crumpled it up into a ball and threw it all away. All 5 pieces of paper cut into nice little squares. All of them.
But why am I spending hours and hours trying to learn origami when I have two essays (one which I suspect my teacher has forgotten about) to write, a biology practical report to finish, an extended essay topic to think about, a CAS diary to fill in, minus 40 pages of business notes to go through, one business case study to do, one article to submit, and three Malay books to read?
I don't know.
It looked fun.
I need a change of layout, but the dilemma is that all computers in the house have been formatted, thus Photoshop has been removed. And the only thing that comes close to it is ImageReady and it's hardly the same and it's on the laptop my brother uses.
Changing topic so fast you don't notice, this is an actual occurance; it happened yesterday after the school got flooded 'cause it was raining:
Bunch of people talking. Someone walks up to bunch of people and joins in conversation. Someone's friend comes and stands by him/her. Someone looks down at feet. Someone says, "Shit! Why aren't I wearing shoes?!"
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa. It was funny. Strange how I was the only one laughing though.
And yes, I editted the previous post because I am the queen of all things bloggy and I'm allowed to so HAH. :] *pat pat. Good night, insects.
Sunday 4 February 2007
I decided to look at MOTA's Soundclick profile today. So, I checked MOTA's chart positions and, not to be a cow or anything, but I was surprised to find that
That's pretty fucking good, if I may say so myself. Especially since that list compromises of some known bands as well, such as Taking Back Sunday and Hawthorne Heights, and that it's based on the amount of unique plays, which means it doesn't count the times one person may have played the song over and over again.
Also, if you search for "mota brunei" or "mota brunei band" on Yahoo!, most of the front page is related to MOTA. Cool.
- Out of 12,761 Other Alternative songs, She's So Special made it to #103, and is currently at #362.
- Out of 100,859 Alternative songs, She's So Special made it to #693, and is currently at #2,516.
- Out of 12,761 Other Alternative songs, Closure made it to #117.
- Out of 100,859 Alternative songs, Closure made it to #811.
That's pretty fucking good, if I may say so myself. Especially since that list compromises of some known bands as well, such as Taking Back Sunday and Hawthorne Heights, and that it's based on the amount of unique plays, which means it doesn't count the times one person may have played the song over and over again.
Also, if you search for "mota brunei" or "mota brunei band" on Yahoo!, most of the front page is related to MOTA. Cool.
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