LET THERE BE ROCK

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

Firsty, this has to be like a really special day, cos im blogging like after a kerzillion eons. So yeah, hallelujah.

Second, i'm feeling so mixed up. And i mean really really mixed up. I feel like juice in a blender, seriously.

1) I miss my secondary school friends so fucking much. And i think, im understating it even now. I feel so asetjhetgnugbpquehtgnelgn. Exactly. I dont what i feel. I just miss them so much.

2) School is so stressful. And fuck you if you think 3 years is long. Its still stressful. I've got trukloas of assignments and homework to be doneand the datelines are barely sufficient.

3) Doing homework is not studying, i still have to do homwork. I still have to find time for it.

4) I can't manage to find time for it. How to? When netball finishes so damn late, and im too freaking tired when i get home? For christ sake, i get home ard 11 plus after Kallang Netball training.

5) And my school is so far away from home. 1 and a 1/2 hours, sometimes more when i get home during the evening time, cos its packed with garbage smelling people after work.

6) Friends there do not seem to understand me like how my bowenians do. I know it takes time, but i really hate the making friends thing. Honestly. There's so much for them to learn about me. And me, abot them. Sigh.

7) I need to be more independant and stronger. Im so used to having Fong ngai around all the time, like what the heck, someone i see every single day, sitting beside me for two years. And now like my once a week friend. I know its inevitable and that i have to get through it. And im trying, but i find it hard. I guess i have to get used to it.

8) My mom barely understands me. She wants me to study every single minute i can. Maybe she just wants me to fully stretch the meagre mt of time i have, but i need to rest too. Part of me gets it, part of me dont.

9) I have to pay my own handphone bill, like sheesh. My mom says it makes me more independant. So i have to save for that, keep some for my food, and still other expenses that i have like presents my friends (and by this i mean my real friends, like my bowenians) and other miscelleaneous stuff.

10) I feel like crying whenever i think about the above cos i feel just do damn fucken stressed up.

So that's been my life. Yeah, preety much. I feel like talking to my friends, but i can hardly find the time. I wanna see them so badly, but my mom wont allow me to go out.

Right now, i feel like my whole life has come to a halt. My socil, enjoying, lepak-ing life i mean. I feel like i have to just chiong for school and cca now. I feel like a typical singaporen kid. And i fucking am sick of it.

It honestly makes me wonder,

is growing old,

a fate worse than

death?

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 12:07 PM

Mmm.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Well thank heavens, for my fever has gone down. Still there. But yes, not so torturing anymore. It was so high initially i had to go to the hospital. Then i took a jab, damn the injection and had to be admitted a while. All thanks to the overly concerned doctor, i actually wanted to go home. But he said smth like, better to under obversation. Well whatever. Im home now, yay.

How i wish you were here with me now,
cos a hug would make it all go away.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 11:58 AM

Ah well.

Monday, January 26, 2009

DRAGON FORCE,

APRIL 11,

D'MARQUEE.

ONLY $60.

How how how?

Oh btw, the beach looks really eerie at night. And the crashing sounds of the waves spooks me a little. Although rather ironically, i do enjoy it, siting by the shore, nevertheless. Hmm. I guess the feeling becomes preety much alright, after you feel the wind and calm yourself a little. It is kinda nice, if you think about it. Abit chilly, but hmm.

Its a rather nice place to sit and talk, provided you successfully ignore the drunk mats and minahs along the side. Oh, a random conver for you.

Kenny: Wah, that minah in super short shorts. Not haram uh?

Thivya: Hmm.

This is when minah turns around.

Thivya: With that much tattoos and the can of beer in her hand, no Kenny. I think the boy shorts isn't considered much of '' haram'' at all.

Kenny: HEH. Not like anyone wanna look at her anyways, she's so ugly. In fact, all minahs are.

Thivya: I'd rather not step into the issue of minah, i think you know id get preety boiled up.

Kenny: Heh okay. Sorry.

Thivya: Its cool.

Silence. Waves crashing, wind blowing. ..

Thivya: Wah seriously, annoying man. Really, she looks like utter crap. And yes, they all do! Wa lou, seriously. Just stay at home can, not like anybody wanna be their friends right. Except maybe their family, who's biologically programmed to love them and maybe other brain dead people like them, who i think are even more intectually challenged. Wah and not only that okay, ..

And then i realize i was blabbering.

Thivya: Err ya, thts all. Hehhhh.

Kenny: (Ultimate wide grin) LOL.

Oh well.

That's that i guess.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 11:40 PM

What i like about you.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Well first and foremost, i'm currently going nuts over Liu Xing Hua Yuan ( Meteor Garden).

I don't know what i've been doing so far, don't ask me. Cos this series came out almost 6 years go, both season one

and two. Goodness, i'm so addicted to it, like now. Only now!

And really, i now understand why people go gaga over F4 (now JVKV, see i even know this!) Cos they are so hotttttt.

Omg. To me at least. And my favourite, is up there as you can see.

Daoming Si ! (Jerry Yan)

AAHHHHHH.

Okay, moving on to more serious note. Since i've been reading up alot lately, so as to better tackle GP's ass when i

start school, i came across rather bewildering news :

According to a survey done by a rather accomplished Professor frm Oxford University, it states that 90% of men

expect their future wives to be virgins. However 70% have at least visited a prostitute in their lifetime.

Honestly, my jaw dropped to the ground at this point. What double standards! Sheesh. These people deserve to be

kicked so hard at their jewels. Urgh, i'm not even gonna call it jewels. Jewels my ass. Their man business, yeah.

Right there, so hard. Freakerzoids.

But then again, who's a virgin anymore right? Honestly, you would'nt even know. I mean not everyone's like the Jonas

Brothers who put on purity rings. In fact, even if you do, what makes you think others would believe that you really

have'nt done it, in fact, you might have already done it, and all these would just be a cover.

Anyways, not being a virgin anymore is now proliferating ike an accelerated phenomenon, very much unexpected and

shocking just as when the Beatles were playing on the cheap, fake mp3's of whom i refer to the group of Cheenas.

And hey, i'm not that mean. At least i capitalize the ''C'' of Cheenas.

Pfft. Its not my fault they're so disreputable.

Pardon me for playing the role of a character pundit, i'm only being as amicable as i can with my punchy vernacular.

But als, not like you would understand me right?

http://www.dictionary.com/.

There's that's for you if you really can't decipher my language, i doubt if you'd be inured to it by now.

So anyways, enough of my soceital introspection. I bet you must think i'm a surly loser, leading a dreary,

monotonous life so to excoriate people in such a hyperbolic manner.

I should stop, but honestly, i can't control this great feeling of aversion towards what i call utter plebs. Seriously.

I feel like going on a quest to annihilate them completely.

Pardon me for being a nonconformist plotter.

Would anyone like to join?

I think i can start recording names like Amanda, Faizah, Mangay, Nadia, Nawira ..

and so it goes on.

Feels good to have support, no?

YES.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 5:37 PM

I've had enough.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

I wish the big guy up there would just break me,

once and for all.

Insted of tearing me like this,

piece by piece.

Making me dwell in sorrow and heartbreak,

that i'm so sick of.

Really,

why don't he just take me now?

My time's running out anyways.

But wait, not like anyone cares.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 4:46 PM

There's no point now.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Even though i am suffering from it too,

what's the point now.

Its all done and over with.

Good for those who are sure,

bad for those who are not.

Where do i fall,

i dont know.

I can only hope and pray now,

for its all done.

So yes,

There's no point now.

p.s: so much for a get-over-it post, i'm hypervantilating here. c'mon, darth vader technique.

breathe, kheee koooo kheee koooo.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 9:11 PM

I'm trying, i am really.

Send someone to love me,

I need to rest in arms

Keep me safe from harm

In pouring rain

Give me endless summer

Lord I fear the cold

Feel I'm getting old

Before my time

As my soul heals the shame

I will grow through this pain

Lord I'm doing all I can

To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience

Cause it's not my fault

I know I've been taught

To take the blame

Rest assured my angels

Will catch my tears

Walk me out of here

I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame

I will grow through this pain

Lord I'm doing all I can

To be a better man

Once you've found that lover

You're homeward bound

Love is all around

I know some have fallen on stony ground

But Love is all around

Send someone to love me

I need to rest in arms

Keep me safe from harm

In pouring rain

Give me endless summer

Lord I fear the cold

Feel I'm getting old

Before my time

As my soul heals the shame

I will grow through this pain

Lord I'm doin' all I can

To be a better man.

And this tune becomes my own personal brand of heroin.

Thank you Robbie Williams.

Entered by I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL at 11:51 AM