The infrastructure will collapse Voltage spikes Throw your keys to the bowl Kiss your husband goodnight Forget about your house of cards And I'll do mine Forget about your house of cards And I'll do mine Fall off the table, get swept under Denial, denial
Oh, Thom.
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Some days, I would like to shoot every Hollywood director for letting Argo, Zero Dark Thirty and Lincoln be available to be screened for everyone in the same year. What a way to brainwash every non-American's minds and make them all succumb to the 'all-powerful-and-strong' American way of life and moral code.
Even though all three of them are being viewed as good movies, one can only take so much propaganda in a year. Good try, Hollywood.
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You know you are addicted to a trading card game (yet again) when you are starting to spend loads of money on it. Damn you, Magic: The Gathering. Why must you be designed in a way that I have to keep on playing you to feel spiritually superior?
P.S: I realized that I have been neglecting You because of the two new hobbies that I have developed for the past month. I understand your plight and the fact that you are heading to New York this August does not help the cause at all. I promise, with all my heart (which is only one), that I will balance the time between my studies, my newfound hobbies and You. If not, may I be a Radiohead song.
1) Chinese New Year was, in short, dull. Nothing like staying in my uncle's house in Ipoh, sipping copious amounts of Coca-Cola and organize mandarin orange massacres.
2) Went for Paramore's concert last Sunday. Anyone who says her band is overrated should see her live; she has not attained the vibe that Joan Jett has, but she is definitely a true blue rock musician, the one where you can't help but root for her, regardless of what she does in her future music career. So proud of her and her band's accomplishments.
3) Celebrated my first ever official Valentine's Day. Thanks to it, I am near penniless.
4) Harlem Shake might replace Gangnam Style as the new 'trendy dance', and it is mind boggling. The music itself is not catchy, the dance is stupidly random and there is just no flair or any theme in it, making it one of the most useless urban trends next to milking.
This should be the next Harlem Shake. I don't mind pretending to have spasms while looking stoned in a middle of a crowd while wearing a bowl hat.
5) Some humans seem to assume that a person speaking confounding sentences, somewhat smart decision and asking profound questions is smart. Donald Trump is proud of you guys.
6) I have been venturing into a game that I never thought I would play: Dota. Or Dota 2, to be specific. It is a parasite that never stops eating my brain cells and spitting it out with large amounts of headaches and eye sore.
7) I have been trying to grow this Thom Yorke-like hair (as shown on the video above) and is currently wearing a headband to secure my long and irritating fringe. Yes, I look like a wannabe surfer and yes, I am trying to look like a semi-drunk/stoned/high/drugged man with moves that is worthy to be mentioned in the Emergency wards in hospitals.
8) I do not like my current semester's timetable. I do not mind 8am classes, but at least make it everyday. I cannot stand having my Mondays and Fridays with a 10am class and the rest with an 8am class. It messes up my body clock and definitely screwed up my attention span in the classes mentioned above. Oh well.
9) I watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunter, The Last Stand and A Good Die To Die Hard in the cinema recently. Generic action popcorn flicks, and I damned near choked on popcorn fumes. What a sad era for the film industry.
10) I am getting addicted to the trading card game, Magic: The Gathering. I can see my wallet bleeding as it gobbles up the coins left on the table greedily.
11) I do not understand my sister's obsession with Greyson Chance. Is it because his surname is actually pretty cool, or his music is as good as she says? Whatever it is, I cannot stand her blasting the whole 'sunshine, city lights, will guide you home' song every time I try to complete my assignments.
Funny how a song could make me feel nostalgic about the times when I was in A-Levels. Even though I never really excelled in the course, I did enjoy the friends and acquaintances I made there. I miss those early morning walks where I would smell the crisp morning air and walk towards college, where I would talk just about everything to my PL2 classmates, most of them whom I got along well with.
Even though it was never the best of days for me (I eventually did very badly in A-Levels and proceeded to join ADP), it was definitely the most intriguing six months worth of life lessons for me. The 'backstabbing', the gossips, the cold wars, the joy of being immature and mature, the amount of ease needed to just walk to Asia Cafe and plop down on a seat, eating different meals per day- those days were just perfect. There was really no social flaw at all; it was just pure joy caring about nothing and be with a bunch of people who would become my first few friends or acquaintances after the return to Malaysia.
Of course, there were arguments and two silly advances towards two different girls by me, but then again, as mentioned above, it was like a six months worth of life lessons for me. I was lost back then, I admit; but now, as I stand near the end of my teenage life, I could only say that it was, and it would be, the most memorable six months of my life.
Friends come and go, but to me, they are just an extended version of a family. Even though I only stay in contact closely with one of the PL2 classmates now, their presence in my life was greatly felt and I definitely dispelled the whole 'Malaysians-can't-speak-English' theory dancing in my head while I was living in a cynical Singapore back then.
Oh, and yes, I just realized this blog post is getting too long, and I shall end it here. See you soon, readers.
P.S: Apparently, my least favorite uncle of the family had a hole (literally) on his right buttock because he took a hair hormonal injection.... With a syringe that had a dirty needle. Family joke of the century. Will probably tell my kids about how a man would screw his own buttocks up because he wanted to grow more hair on his balding head. Zing!
