Feeling: Cold
Listening to: A Million Miles To Montreal by Across Five Aprils
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Don't you hate it when you really wish you had help but you know the only way you're going to get through this particular situation is if you do it alone? Well, I do.
This song just started playing. It's beautiful, and oh-so-appropriate right now; kind of exactly what I need - refreshment.
Yeah, and MOTA has a new song up on Purevolume, just to let you know. When Goodbye Doesn't Cut It; it's a good song, but I hate it, and only because it makes me sad, in a terrible-gaping-hole-in-my-chest kind of way. :]
But other than that, to a certain friend, though I have a huge suspicion that you will never read this, thank you.
Monday 28 May 2007
Feeling: Tired
Watching: Prison Break
Why do I feel like I'm in big trouble? Like I've committed a horrible crime I'm soon to be punished for. Maybe it's a sign. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. *Shifts eyes nervously.
Anyway, did I tell you I'm on my mid-term break? I'm on my mid-term break. And thanks to Lynz, I have become obsessed with Prison Break and developed a lovely fetish for tattoo sleeves; even if Michael Scofield's are fake and possibly computer-generated, they're pretty. I'd also like to point out that it's not Wentworth Miller I've fallen in love with, but rather Michael Scofield; his character's too cute, hahaha. If only he were real. Then he could be my uncle or something, 'cause he's too old to be anything else and uncles are cool so I don't mind. :]
And what is with TV-Links? I've been trying to load the same Prison Break episode for 3 days now, and it just takes forever. Sure, I shut down my laptop and occassionally close TV-Links windows, 'causing buffering to start all over again and thus not allowing much progress, but hey, it should be faster than this. :p
Also, does anyone know of an alternative for WindowBlinds? The WindowBlinds I used to so shamelessly advertise earlier this year expired months ago, but I'm getting bored and need a change of scenery. Help, please. Actually, you know what? I'm going to look for it myself.
Gosh, I'm tired. Toodle-ooh.
Watching: Prison Break
Why do I feel like I'm in big trouble? Like I've committed a horrible crime I'm soon to be punished for. Maybe it's a sign. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. *Shifts eyes nervously.
Anyway, did I tell you I'm on my mid-term break? I'm on my mid-term break. And thanks to Lynz, I have become obsessed with Prison Break and developed a lovely fetish for tattoo sleeves; even if Michael Scofield's are fake and possibly computer-generated, they're pretty. I'd also like to point out that it's not Wentworth Miller I've fallen in love with, but rather Michael Scofield; his character's too cute, hahaha. If only he were real. Then he could be my uncle or something, 'cause he's too old to be anything else and uncles are cool so I don't mind. :]
And what is with TV-Links? I've been trying to load the same Prison Break episode for 3 days now, and it just takes forever. Sure, I shut down my laptop and occassionally close TV-Links windows, 'causing buffering to start all over again and thus not allowing much progress, but hey, it should be faster than this. :p
Also, does anyone know of an alternative for WindowBlinds? The WindowBlinds I used to so shamelessly advertise earlier this year expired months ago, but I'm getting bored and need a change of scenery. Help, please. Actually, you know what? I'm going to look for it myself.
Gosh, I'm tired. Toodle-ooh.
Sunday 27 May 2007
Feeling: Messy
Listening to: A Year From Now by Across Five Aprils
Guess who was in Saturday's Borneo Bulletin?
And yes, I have a stupid smile on my face, but for the record, everyone's smiling strangely there; it's a strange photo. Hahaha.
My next and last exam is on June the 4th, and it's music. It's going to be interesting, seeing as I'm not so good at the listening paper and that it will be the listening paper. :p
Can't wait.
Listening to: A Year From Now by Across Five Aprils
Guess who was in Saturday's Borneo Bulletin?
And yes, I have a stupid smile on my face, but for the record, everyone's smiling strangely there; it's a strange photo. Hahaha.
My next and last exam is on June the 4th, and it's music. It's going to be interesting, seeing as I'm not so good at the listening paper and that it will be the listening paper. :p
Can't wait.
Sunday 20 May 2007
Feeling: Crazy
Well, I feel like a conceited little shit-brain, haha!
Complete and total adoration; my gift to you: my heart was yours. In ten weeks you shaped it, in one night you murdered it; torn from my chest and laid at your feet. That first step you took was the worst. Since then, you've walked a thousand miles in solace and short remark, and I still have these memories, but we'll never see what we could have been.
Anyway, exams start tomorrow so I should really get my ass back to studying. And by "get my ass back to" I mean "start".
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now? Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? Remember, 'cause that's all you can do. We'll never make another memory. We'll never make another memory.
A friend once told me you don't need others to tell you how great you are, because if you really are, you'd know it. And though it is nice hearing it from other people, you shouldn't rely on their words to make you happy. Fulfill your dreams for yourself; you don't need other people's acceptance.
So, we'll go our own ways, and hopefully, you'll remember the things I've told you. Hopefully, you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.
I'm happy I finally know what's going on. :] Because now, I can rest my head on my pillow at night, close my eyes, and sleep. In peace. And yes, that was a whole lot of topic-jumping, but that's just who I am - unpredictable. Hahahaha. :p Okay, so you know me better than I thought.
Well, I feel like a conceited little shit-brain, haha!
Complete and total adoration; my gift to you: my heart was yours. In ten weeks you shaped it, in one night you murdered it; torn from my chest and laid at your feet. That first step you took was the worst. Since then, you've walked a thousand miles in solace and short remark, and I still have these memories, but we'll never see what we could have been.
Anyway, exams start tomorrow so I should really get my ass back to studying. And by "get my ass back to" I mean "start".
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now? Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? Remember, 'cause that's all you can do. We'll never make another memory. We'll never make another memory.
A friend once told me you don't need others to tell you how great you are, because if you really are, you'd know it. And though it is nice hearing it from other people, you shouldn't rely on their words to make you happy. Fulfill your dreams for yourself; you don't need other people's acceptance.
So, we'll go our own ways, and hopefully, you'll remember the things I've told you. Hopefully, you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.
I'm happy I finally know what's going on. :] Because now, I can rest my head on my pillow at night, close my eyes, and sleep. In peace. And yes, that was a whole lot of topic-jumping, but that's just who I am - unpredictable. Hahahaha. :p Okay, so you know me better than I thought.
Tuesday 15 May 2007
Feeling: Worried
Listening to: Close by Ash
Oh, my Goooooooooooooooooooooooood.
Pick yourself up, Sue-Anne. You think you're not doing so good, but fucking get over yourself.
I wish I could be less stupid. Hehe. And less personal. I'm going to make that a rule. Alright, that's a rule.
I don't like my personal statement. *Scribbles all over personal statement, scrunches paper up and throws it into a burning pit of burning things.
It's a Taking Back Sunday time. Have you seen the boy with my heart on his sweater?
Listening to: Close by Ash
Oh, my Goooooooooooooooooooooooood.
Pick yourself up, Sue-Anne. You think you're not doing so good, but fucking get over yourself.
I wish I could be less stupid. Hehe. And less personal. I'm going to make that a rule. Alright, that's a rule.
I don't like my personal statement. *Scribbles all over personal statement, scrunches paper up and throws it into a burning pit of burning things.
It's a Taking Back Sunday time. Have you seen the boy with my heart on his sweater?
Monday 7 May 2007
Feeling: Angry
You've probably heard this before but ignored it simply because it wasn't very likely to happen. It was possible, just not very likely.
IT* DIED.
Just like that, with no warning, and fuck, yes, I am pissed off. Listen to me now, children, save your files, especially the important ones, in more than one place. I made that horrible mistake, and look what happened to me. It had to happen at a really bad time, too - when they're due this week.
So, now, I have to redo my English and Malay World Literature essays, biology practical report, music compositions. And on top of that, I have to study for the biology test tomorrow. What's even worse is that I'm really sleepy and I was planning on going to bed early tonight. :/ Don't think I can do that anymore.
My brain isn't working very well, it's confused about which to do: study, or start re-doing everything. I hate this and it's annoying the hell out of me. So, yes, people, what they say is true, save your files in 523533 drives if you have to, just make sure you have a back up. Or even better, a back up of your back up of your back up. It will prove itself worthy one of these days.
These past few weeks haven't been very good for me at all. :[
*My pendrive
You've probably heard this before but ignored it simply because it wasn't very likely to happen. It was possible, just not very likely.
IT* DIED.
Just like that, with no warning, and fuck, yes, I am pissed off. Listen to me now, children, save your files, especially the important ones, in more than one place. I made that horrible mistake, and look what happened to me. It had to happen at a really bad time, too - when they're due this week.
So, now, I have to redo my English and Malay World Literature essays, biology practical report, music compositions. And on top of that, I have to study for the biology test tomorrow. What's even worse is that I'm really sleepy and I was planning on going to bed early tonight. :/ Don't think I can do that anymore.
My brain isn't working very well, it's confused about which to do: study, or start re-doing everything. I hate this and it's annoying the hell out of me. So, yes, people, what they say is true, save your files in 523533 drives if you have to, just make sure you have a back up. Or even better, a back up of your back up of your back up. It will prove itself worthy one of these days.
These past few weeks haven't been very good for me at all. :[
*My pendrive
Saturday 5 May 2007
Feeling: Disguised
A Band Once is a fucking good band (And the reason why I linked their Youtube account is because I can't find their website, if they have one, and the videos it has of them performing live give you more than enough information about how well they play). They sound great live; it's amazing. They play covers mostly, but shit, those covers are awesome, and their own songs are pretty good, too. I say this because this is a brilliant band for live gigs, if you have any and need a band. The only problem with them is their stage presence; it isn't exactly explosive, but I think that's just because, apparently, they haven't had the chance to play at many gigs.
See?
Sometimes my heart beats so hard, it pounds against my chest as if it's ready to jump out. It's not the happy kind you get when you see your crush looking at you though, 'cause it hurts. Like someone's squeezing it really hard, similar to squeezing a balloon where the part you squeeze deflates and the other part gets huge, which makes it easier to pop.
Whoever's got hold of my heart, please don't pop it. I have a feeling it will hurt like a motherfucker.
I keep thinking tomorrow's Monday. Something must be wrong.
A Band Once is a fucking good band (And the reason why I linked their Youtube account is because I can't find their website, if they have one, and the videos it has of them performing live give you more than enough information about how well they play). They sound great live; it's amazing. They play covers mostly, but shit, those covers are awesome, and their own songs are pretty good, too. I say this because this is a brilliant band for live gigs, if you have any and need a band. The only problem with them is their stage presence; it isn't exactly explosive, but I think that's just because, apparently, they haven't had the chance to play at many gigs.
See?
Sometimes my heart beats so hard, it pounds against my chest as if it's ready to jump out. It's not the happy kind you get when you see your crush looking at you though, 'cause it hurts. Like someone's squeezing it really hard, similar to squeezing a balloon where the part you squeeze deflates and the other part gets huge, which makes it easier to pop.
Whoever's got hold of my heart, please don't pop it. I have a feeling it will hurt like a motherfucker.
I keep thinking tomorrow's Monday. Something must be wrong.
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