I’m having that post-rock feeling. I have been sucked by the strong influences of the harder music types lately, that I’ve forgotten that it’s essential to just lay back and enjoy the sweet melacholic sounds being played by favourite instrumentalists.
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I failed Physics just as expected, but I did better than what I thought I would get, which I can go on laughing about.
The other subjects are really very average on whole. It’s quite disappointing but that is life. MOTHERFUCKER
We are lucky people, for great movies are coming our way in the near future (such as Daybreakers, the Invention of Lying, 2012, Harry Fucking Potter, etc)
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Today was officially the first day of sch for the new semester and I slept a lot. During math and phy lectures. And while waiting for my turn during my A Level’s Malay oral. What the fuck to the oral, SRZLY
I have bought Iron Cobra double pedals, and have made an oath to practise it every day after school. I want to be able to do better kicks with precise and accurate timings.
There is nothing but anger burning inside of me
Do you wish to be complete?
Say you want it, need it
Last (& worst) paper tomorrow bitches.
…but given the chance, we try.
Tomorrow will be the start of an irrelevant, yet so important war. I know my sword won’t disappoint me.
KEEL DEMX MARDAFARGIN PAYPAHZ!
RIP MJ
…I could not believe my eyes.
Underneath the city lights, reflecting all your curbs just right
The dreaded term examinations are getting closer by the minute, and only now do I realise that time isn’t on my side. I don’t think it’s helping anyone most of the time. In times of depression, do express your inner feelings to close ones, but not too much. I, for one, do not believe in stress. I believe in a time when much fuck ups are experienced, which for me is now.
I do realise that I tend to blog more whenever important examinations are nearing. Maybe this is what that has been helping me relax. I look around though, and I feel much loneliness. Thinking to myself if I was just another one of those unwanted. It might just be my imagination, which without reason however produces monsters. So yes, you are right. It’s just one of those phases one faces in times like this. (I said phases and faces) So barroolify your drontalitis off, and cuntsilate your feforalfating guordaments into wueltamplating retaphthackiness. Fuckithy yes
and I see where you’re going with this
Pushing me away.
The past few days, or weeks, had been fun together with friends, yet much sadness is felt.
After much thinking, it gets worse. And yes, it is about friends. Howthefuckever, I won’t be affected. I will remain the person I’ve been. No changes made. We are going to rock!
and rain your innocence on me
People. Friends. Schoolmates. Classmates. Examinations. No. Deprivation. Popularity. Clubs. Spontaneity. Confusion. No. Friends. Band. Music.
Yes.
Song titlez wazzup. Up.
Fucketh funkeh!
Life is eroding. States are deteriorating. Terrorism isn’t eradicating.
But studying is progressing. Smiley face.
Starting to slowly fucking hate the holidays
No more time estimations, now just titles that make no sense.
I am the clit commander.
These past few days have not been very productive in my case due to frequent procrastination, and the regular extra hours of sleep. I sleep a lot, till my mum thinks I take drugs. Wait…
I plan to buy two band tees. Which will take probably two months.
On a side note, I got a call pertaining to a random bursary I’m getting. I didn’t even know my mum applied one for me. Now I’m getting money just like that
