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Desktop Confessional


Thursday, October 23, 2003
3:39 PM

Ugh. Ish. EEEE. Aiyoh.

This just brings down the quality of Malaysian men.

And they call themselves "hunks".

I mean.. PLEASE. Look at No 5! He's got arms that belong to GI Joe! Oi, give 'em back Bartholomew!

On an island in the sun..

Saturday, October 18, 2003
11:05 PM

I want to go to Penang. Haven't been there in ages, like maybe 8 years. What sickens me more is that my brother is currently there now on a class trip. Ugh. Why do his years in secondary school seem so much more exciting than mine, even though we are from the same school?

I never had class trips. I had some trips with the Interact Club though, but not to Penang.

Longing for the beach, the sunsets, walking under the moonlight accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing; deep conversations late at night with friends.

And food. Gurney Drive. Asam laksa. Want to visit my senorita.

Who's with me? Let's go, let's go.

"We're strange allies, with warring hearts."
>>Dave Matthews' Band, "The Space Between"

High on music

Friday, October 17, 2003
12:52 AM

The Linkin Park concert on Wednesday night was ... unbelievable. Amazing. Mind blowing. Euphoric. Fantastic. Orgasmic. A celebration of live music.

It was enough proof to me that music is best heard live; in a crowd of anonymous people that share one interest in common and with a band in front on a stage. Music is best experienced when you're sweating and jumping, hands pumping energetically in the air. Music is best experienced with you singing out-screaming the singer, drowning the band with your knowledge of their lyrics (perhaps the best compliment to a musician?). Music is best experienced when you're so caught up in its texture that you just start to float, glide into another realm; you're so high and you're not even taking drugs. In fact, with live music- who needs drugs? Drugs are like the copycats of the whole concert-going experience.

I'm still sort of walking around on sore legs, in a daze. I guess you can pretty much guess that I enjoyed myself thoroughly during the Linkin Park concert, a little bit too much maybe. The band was so great live. I know that some people despise LP because they've gotten mainstream or whatever- but they were fantastic. The energy they put into their performance and the energy they reciprocated from the crowd was nothing short of extraordinary. The stadium was crackling with electricity; our screams could probably be heard all the way to the Petronas Twin Towers. I really can't describe- I suppose its something that you just had to be there. However, I would just like to add that when they played "Faint", it was probably one of the things I would remember all my life. After all, this is my first concert.

We waited at the gates from around 6 pm until like, maybe 8 pm.
Inside the stadium before the show and woohoo- LP! Rob's on the screen.

All the sweaty people, where do they all come from? The aftermath.

"It all amounts to nothing in the end!"

Monday, October 06, 2003
1:08 PM

It's quite sad when your blog is now your best friend.

Dear blog, I had a shitty day in college. Had fucked up Group Communication exam. Not only did I have to slave over the subject for a few days, I thought I did relatively well and could possibly manage an A- but no. It wasn't to be as I have officially screwed up one of my essays.

Question: List down 5 major types of nonverbal behaviour.

I answered eye contact, body movement and postures, facial expressions, territoriality and appearance because I remembered reading something like, "..behaviours include body movement and posture, etc."

Answer: Emblems, illustrators, affective display, regulators and adaptors.

Now it's not that I didn't know all that. I did, but due to fucked up way of structuring questions, I got the entire essay wrong. Wrong. So I can't get an A- for GC, will probably have to settle for B-. I feel so depressed. All the hard work, assignments, staying up till 3 am- amounts to what? Nothing. The GPA I worked so hard for all semester round will now plunge, plunge, plunge. What to do, dear blog, what to do?

I know I sound like an eager overachiever. I'm not. I never was an achiever of any kind in secondary school, but I did promise to do better in college because I want to get a scholarship and go off to the US. It's crap how much power one miserable grade has on your entire GPA.

Enough complaining. I will now remember all the things that make me happy. Like, how after this week ends, I can wake up as late as I want. And the money I'll be making out of my part-time job. And my new Pumas. I finally got 'em after constantly staring at a pair whenever I'm at the Puma shop in Midvalley.

Just a thought- ADIDAS = All Day I Dream About Sex

So, PUMA= Play Up My Ass?

"Here comes the sun, do do do do, and I say.. it's alright."
>>The Beatles, "Here comes the sun"

Burnt CDs

Friday, October 03, 2003
7:35 PM

Exam week usually has me staying up until an unhealthy hour. I have to have some music when I study and so, when Wow FM ends its transmission at 1 a.m., I scour my room- looking for a CD that can change the dark mood that I am always in when I study, and also one that keeps me awake.Yesterday night This morning, I had the good luck of discovering my first ever burned CD. I was kinda giddy because it contained songs that I haven't listened to in a long, long time.

So I put it on, studied Group Communication, and at the same time (yes, I am good at multitasking!) managed to amuse myself with the memories associated with these songs and also with how my musical preference has differed slightly over 3 years. So for today's post, I will attempt to dissect my 15 year old self by using some of those long-forgotten songs as guidelines.

(Warning: self-obsession begins here)

1) "Outside", acoustic version by Aaron Lewis : Gahaha. Yeah I am guilty of going through the predictable angst-y phase. I loved this song, but I didn't quite like Staind. I hated Fred Durst for ruining this song in the middle by saying stupid, dumbass things like, "This is the real motherfucking deal y'all" and "I'm feeling those lighters". Talk about a mood spoiler. I can't even be depressed properly. Tuh.

2)"No Diggity", by Blackstreet : "I like the way you're workin- no diggity!". Can I say hip-hop classic? Still being played in clubs.

3)"Every Me and Every You", by Placebo : You can't not like this song. I got this song off the Cruel Intentions movie soundtrack. At that time, was really into that movie. Imagine Ryan Phillipe driving around in his Porsche along a bridge, heading to the city- and this song as the background. Fwoah. Coolness personified.

4"Turn Me Loose", by Slim Shady and Fred Durst : Wee. I think they were well high when they wrote this. It sounds very trippy. ("I don't make white music, I don't make black music- I make fight music for high school kids")

5)"Drops of Jupiter", by Train : Aww. This is a good love song. I loved the lyrics but then I heard something like.. "Can you imagine no...etc.. deep fried chicken.. Best soy latte that you ever had and me..." and that promptly made me confused. Maybe he was just hungry.

6)"Country Grammar (Hot Shit!)", by Nelly : Heehehhe. No comments.

7)"Bittersweet Symphony", by The Verve : MASSIVE. Love at first sound. The strings just made it all so perfect.

8)"Lady Marmalade", by All Saints : I still maintain that this was the better version. Screw the Moulin Rouge-horror one.

(end of self-obsession)

Have a nice weekend everyone.