Sorry for the previous emo post. This could might make it up to you. It's something that I worked a few minutes ago. Enjoy :)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Insomniac
The past 4 nights had finally roll me into a conclusion that I might be mildly insomniac. Well, perhaps the number ain't big enough but I think this is a problem. I think I need help. For the past 4 nights, the earliest I would sleep is past 3am and like now, 5:47am I am not yet asleep. Why, you ask? Well, to put it in a nutshell, 4 days ago I just lost myself a million, RM of course. I am on a brink of danger as my RM 1 million worth of scholarship is pulling away from me. So you lost a million bucks, try sleeping with that thoughts!
So what did I do the whole night? Oh no no. Don't get the funny idea. I wasn't streaming and wanking through Brianna Banks or Audrey Bitoni. Yeah, I know, some of you does. Oh btw, a little detour here:
I was at Starbucks with my mom, then it took quite a long time for my friggin Caramel Macchiato (I bet the barista was too busy doing nothing), so I went for some magazine. From the magazines that they got there I'm sure they purposely want guys to have hard on. Well, you know, some caffeine kicking in and a few 'stimulating' magazines. So I reached for FHM (obviously I chosed the one with the hottest girl on the cover). Then I went back and sat with my mom STILL waiting for my drink (which haven't done yet. Baster barista.). Then I opened up the magazine around the middle page then POOF! came out a two pages of Sasha Grey as the guest of FHM. Then the following conversation took place:
My mom (being a mom): Sapa tu? Artist ke?
Me (nervously): Erm.. Eh, Taklah, Pelakon.
So guys, when you happened to open a magazine and a pornstar suprisingly featured on it, don't act surprised or your mom might reacted the same. Oh and yea, Sasha Grey wasn't that revealing, for her I guess. Go ahead, click that name.
Anyhow, what I did tonight was that I watched Evan Almighty and also The Bucket's List. Well, I gotta get my mind off something so why not hit on some inspirational movies, huh? The Bucket's List moved me. Seriously. Seriously. It did took me someplace for a while. Made me rethink about life and the whole purpose, you know, those re-ass-ess things. Then again, in the end I still can't get a nice shut eye. I encountered this a few times like when I'm going out late at night and I don't feel like going back early, or when you're playing a nice online game, or when you just out having sex, or when you're hanging with some friends without worrying a shit about the world, or just a decent conversation on the phone with your girlfriend. The stuff that made you feel something is undone, you just can't sleep yet (doing assignments are excluded). Oh and I made up the sex part. Never had them. Seriously. Seriously.
Then I thought maybe it's the Nifsu Syaaban. It's 15th of Syaaban and it is said that on this night, the Muslims believe that the angels (Malaikat) would bring up our deeds book and bring down a new one for a new chapter. I guess I was just nervous how my last call for the year might end up but hey, whadya know, a new book is coming down now. Or has came. Ntah.
So refused to hit the blanky, I went down to munch a mini Cornetto. Fine, I lied. I had six of em. Poured some rootbeer in the rebellious stomach while tuning in to Simpsons. Then a couple of few shows.
Then I thought, what really made my mind conspicuously active tonight? Then I realised, perhaps maybe I am not conversing with anyone. When I am not conversing with anyone, I feel lonely. When I'm lonely I might be missing stuff or people or someone. Then it occured to me that I do need help.
"A princess can kiss a toad"
"Frog"
"Toad"
"Frog"
"Toad, frog, lobster, they're all the same"
So what did I do the whole night? Oh no no. Don't get the funny idea. I wasn't streaming and wanking through Brianna Banks or Audrey Bitoni. Yeah, I know, some of you does. Oh btw, a little detour here:
I was at Starbucks with my mom, then it took quite a long time for my friggin Caramel Macchiato (I bet the barista was too busy doing nothing), so I went for some magazine. From the magazines that they got there I'm sure they purposely want guys to have hard on. Well, you know, some caffeine kicking in and a few 'stimulating' magazines. So I reached for FHM (obviously I chosed the one with the hottest girl on the cover). Then I went back and sat with my mom STILL waiting for my drink (which haven't done yet. Baster barista.). Then I opened up the magazine around the middle page then POOF! came out a two pages of Sasha Grey as the guest of FHM. Then the following conversation took place:
My mom (being a mom): Sapa tu? Artist ke?
Me (nervously): Erm.. Eh, Taklah, Pelakon.
So guys, when you happened to open a magazine and a pornstar suprisingly featured on it, don't act surprised or your mom might reacted the same. Oh and yea, Sasha Grey wasn't that revealing, for her I guess. Go ahead, click that name.
Anyhow, what I did tonight was that I watched Evan Almighty and also The Bucket's List. Well, I gotta get my mind off something so why not hit on some inspirational movies, huh? The Bucket's List moved me. Seriously. Seriously. It did took me someplace for a while. Made me rethink about life and the whole purpose, you know, those re-ass-ess things. Then again, in the end I still can't get a nice shut eye. I encountered this a few times like when I'm going out late at night and I don't feel like going back early, or when you're playing a nice online game, or when you just out having sex, or when you're hanging with some friends without worrying a shit about the world, or just a decent conversation on the phone with your girlfriend. The stuff that made you feel something is undone, you just can't sleep yet (doing assignments are excluded). Oh and I made up the sex part. Never had them. Seriously. Seriously.
Then I thought maybe it's the Nifsu Syaaban. It's 15th of Syaaban and it is said that on this night, the Muslims believe that the angels (Malaikat) would bring up our deeds book and bring down a new one for a new chapter. I guess I was just nervous how my last call for the year might end up but hey, whadya know, a new book is coming down now. Or has came. Ntah.
So refused to hit the blanky, I went down to munch a mini Cornetto. Fine, I lied. I had six of em. Poured some rootbeer in the rebellious stomach while tuning in to Simpsons. Then a couple of few shows.
Then I thought, what really made my mind conspicuously active tonight? Then I realised, perhaps maybe I am not conversing with anyone. When I am not conversing with anyone, I feel lonely. When I'm lonely I might be missing stuff or people or someone. Then it occured to me that I do need help.
"A princess can kiss a toad"
"Frog"
"Toad"
"Frog"
"Toad, frog, lobster, they're all the same"
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Highly Faggy
Caution! This post may ridiculously makes me sound like a fag. The truth is I am not. I just had some crappy things that I went thru for the couple weeks.
So I decided to do what I was supposed to do the last 2 weeks. Get my life sorted out. See! Doesn't that makes me sound like a fag? SO, I started with something small. I rearranged my room and keep some old stuff into boxes.
That is when I stumbled upon my bad habit. You see, There was this time when my college had an event of teachers visiting students' room to know them by nature or what-some-shit. So there was this one English teacher who went into my room. Then she was suprised with the things I had in my room. Apparently, I have too many junks that I kept. So she said,"Manul, I can tell that you have a very high affinity towards something and that you just can't let things go easily. Learn to let go". The she kept on jabbering about forgetting the past and so on. Back then I realised, she was totally right. I have problems with letting things go.
So back to the story that I was rearranging my room, I stumbled upon many things that I never knew I had but all of them meant something to me. Stacks of movie tickets, cards, photos, some IPTA offer packages, wrappers of presents from high school even to the smallest part of papers with writing from my friends. I really have a problem of letting go, I do. I guess that maybe I have the tendency to live in the past and forever regret any wrong turns that I've made. I really think I need help.
The climax of sorting out was when I found this one box. It meant a lot to me (gosh, stop being a fag!). It was the box of my DSLR Nikon D40x kit. For those that don't know, my DSLR was stolen together with some other valuables when my house got broke in last time in Melawati.
Then it came to me, was it the DSLR that gives me this crappy feelings when I'm holding the box or was it something else that I've lost?
This is a very dissapointment post as it is so intensely emotional and there is no nudity, which is something like Twilight: Saga.
So I decided to do what I was supposed to do the last 2 weeks. Get my life sorted out. See! Doesn't that makes me sound like a fag? SO, I started with something small. I rearranged my room and keep some old stuff into boxes.
That is when I stumbled upon my bad habit. You see, There was this time when my college had an event of teachers visiting students' room to know them by nature or what-some-shit. So there was this one English teacher who went into my room. Then she was suprised with the things I had in my room. Apparently, I have too many junks that I kept. So she said,"Manul, I can tell that you have a very high affinity towards something and that you just can't let things go easily. Learn to let go". The she kept on jabbering about forgetting the past and so on. Back then I realised, she was totally right. I have problems with letting things go.
So back to the story that I was rearranging my room, I stumbled upon many things that I never knew I had but all of them meant something to me. Stacks of movie tickets, cards, photos, some IPTA offer packages, wrappers of presents from high school even to the smallest part of papers with writing from my friends. I really have a problem of letting go, I do. I guess that maybe I have the tendency to live in the past and forever regret any wrong turns that I've made. I really think I need help.
The climax of sorting out was when I found this one box. It meant a lot to me (gosh, stop being a fag!). It was the box of my DSLR Nikon D40x kit. For those that don't know, my DSLR was stolen together with some other valuables when my house got broke in last time in Melawati.
Then it came to me, was it the DSLR that gives me this crappy feelings when I'm holding the box or was it something else that I've lost?
This is a very dissapointment post as it is so intensely emotional and there is no nudity, which is something like Twilight: Saga.
Whitewash
Hold your horses! I'm still around and alive.
Dear IB students, we all know the ToK issue that had been befallen upon us, eh? Well I would like to apologize if such problem was from the likes of me. Oh no, not my fault? Okay, so here how it goes. There was this idiotic compulsive individual whom blame the ToK issue was the fault of those whom had been accused of malpractice. Nice way of putting it, huh? Dude, don't let me slap you with my dick.
So, World Cup! Ain't too late to talk about it? Kudos to the Spaniards for winning the cup of life, heck, kudos to them on the effort that roll 'em into the final for the first time. Torres and Villa upfront, Xabi and Iniesta playmaking in the middle, Puyol and Pique at the back and Casillas stood in awareness. I was rooting for Espana all along as I gave up on Italy due to their aging squad, inexperienced newcomers, and Buffon's injury. It was great football on the final, eh? Oranje and Espana. However, I think the highlight was on the FIFA-listed referee, Howard Webb which some would rather call him a douchebag.
Oh yeah, have I mentioned to you that I missed my opportunity to study medicine in Ireland? Yup, I was on scholarship and I didn't make the cut. Tough luck. Currently, I'm waiting for local offers. Pray for me will yea?
Congratulation to those whom succeed. You have my respect. For those whom didn't make it, no no, things do not happened for reason and those shit. They're just telling you that to make you feel better but you're dumb enough to fell for it, kinda like a euphemism of life. Let me break it down to you. NO SHIT, things do not happened for reason. YOU put the efforts in to make it happened. Your previous effort was dimshit. Punch in more, will yea? You don't wanna be alleged butt-fucking twice dontcha? Do you think things happened for reason to him?
Ladies and gentlefaggots, enough about me, so what about you? How's life treating you? :)
Dear IB students, we all know the ToK issue that had been befallen upon us, eh? Well I would like to apologize if such problem was from the likes of me. Oh no, not my fault? Okay, so here how it goes. There was this idiotic compulsive individual whom blame the ToK issue was the fault of those whom had been accused of malpractice. Nice way of putting it, huh? Dude, don't let me slap you with my dick.
So, World Cup! Ain't too late to talk about it? Kudos to the Spaniards for winning the cup of life, heck, kudos to them on the effort that roll 'em into the final for the first time. Torres and Villa upfront, Xabi and Iniesta playmaking in the middle, Puyol and Pique at the back and Casillas stood in awareness. I was rooting for Espana all along as I gave up on Italy due to their aging squad, inexperienced newcomers, and Buffon's injury. It was great football on the final, eh? Oranje and Espana. However, I think the highlight was on the FIFA-listed referee, Howard Webb which some would rather call him a douchebag.
Oh yeah, have I mentioned to you that I missed my opportunity to study medicine in Ireland? Yup, I was on scholarship and I didn't make the cut. Tough luck. Currently, I'm waiting for local offers. Pray for me will yea?
Congratulation to those whom succeed. You have my respect. For those whom didn't make it, no no, things do not happened for reason and those shit. They're just telling you that to make you feel better but you're dumb enough to fell for it, kinda like a euphemism of life. Let me break it down to you. NO SHIT, things do not happened for reason. YOU put the efforts in to make it happened. Your previous effort was dimshit. Punch in more, will yea? You don't wanna be alleged butt-fucking twice dontcha? Do you think things happened for reason to him?
Ladies and gentlefaggots, enough about me, so what about you? How's life treating you? :)
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