Off and on

The keyboard on my laptop looks so uniform. Every single alphabet is fitted perfectly and snuggly in that allocated space without much fuss and frustration.

Now, why can't I fit every single page/word of Sejarah into my brain? Sigh... Yes I've been very busy. I was busy studying Sejarah of all subjects and I'm trying my very best not to avoid Moral but DANG I still need to bloody memorise all the 23 nilais. Trust me Moral is the stupidest subject ever present in the Education system and to make matters worst it's COMPULSORY.

Oh dreary, I'm lamenting about SPM on and on.

I'm sure all F5's face this dilemma:

I wish SPM will come sooner so it can end quickly but I don't want it to come at all because I feel unprepared.

So what's your take?

Exhausted & scared

I haven’t been blogging for the simple fact that there is a bloody countdown timer in my blog. I have this phobia of looking at the clock ticking. Seeing the days left on the countdown timer is like acknowledging that time is insufficient.

I have this constant habit of feeling unprepared for everything I do. Be it studies, weight management, personal achievements, ANYTHING! I guess I have very high expectations from myself to be the best. However, no matter how good you are; there is always someone better than you.

So, here I am. Blogging. Finally acknowledging the fact that SPM is coming soon and that my future practically depends on it.

I have one very traumatising experience though. I got told in my face that I’ll get an A2 for SPM BM. I know I shouldn’t be paying much attention towards it but how can I sweep it aside. Use it as a motivator to do better in 6 weeks? Well, I find that rather hard. Sometimes, being ignorant is better that being told in the face that you’ll fail in something.

As I’ve said, I have very high expectations from myself. The contributing factor is none other than parents of course.

:(

Exhibitionist

Yup, I know this blog is dead and yes it was supported by a dead certificate! That was a joke.

Nonetheless, I shall revive it up by updating. What a brilliant idea!

Anyways, the reason for my absence was well trials and other personal reasons. Who would wanna hear me rant about trials. Its personal reasons a random stranger would wanna hear!

I just don’t feel like writing on this blog anymore because I had a realisation just the other day. I mean Facebook, Blogger, MySpace, Friendster and etc. is like a glass cabinet for us to display ourselves to the whole entire world.

Let’s for once pause for a while and ponder on this statement,

Why is a person popular?

A person is popular because everyone knows him/her. Well if you say that you don’t know who Britney Spears was, then you’re probably one of the few living under a rock. What I’m trying to say is that when a person is known by a majority, he/she is like a referral for ourselves.

What is she wearing? Hmm maybe I should follow her style!

Wow tone body. I should work out more often.

NO WAY! Is that an iPhone 3G S? I need to whine to my parents to get one.

See what I mean? If no one knows about something, then that thing wouldn’t be popular.

So in order to achieve popularity wherever and whenever, one has to be an exhibitionist. I mean who doesn’t want to be popular? It’s a recessive gene that’s residing in us which wishes to blossom out and exhibit its phenotypical properties. Maybe for some of you, it’s a dominant gene with a capital P.

*Don’t worry if you don’t get what the hell I’m babbling. You would know in form 5!

Therefore realising that humans possess such wild ambitions, entrepreneurs create “Social networking websites” like facebook. I mean celebrities who have their flock of slaves, who goes by the codename PR Agents, will constantly keep the presence of a said celebrity alive and fresh in the eyes of the public. However, normal people like me, will not have a gaggle of tabloids chasing after me snapping unexpected pictures of me.

So what do we do?

BECOME OUR OWN PR AGENTS AND TABLOID!

How do we do it?

Create a facebook page and update it regularly. Oh yeah, I totally forgot about Twitter, that 120 words per update wonder.

Well, it’s just my two cents worth of thoughts. You could either accept it or reject. No need for criticism and name calling.

I also realise how silly I was. So silly that I could be brainwashed and sucked into the frenzy of trying to achieve popularity. I mean to be known is a good thing but to be too WELL KNOWN. Now that’s something I will want to avoid because I totally value my privacy.

Once you are popular, privacy is second to none.

Every single action, every single word, every single movement will be placed under the scrutiny of the people who know you.

I quote the Black Eyed Peas singer, Will.I.Am.

He said,

I would like to be cocky but then I wouldn’t want to do so.

That was in response towards a question posed to him. He was referring to telling those people who criticised the Black Eyed Peas with the phrase, “In your FACE!”.

But that statement to the press was like a more polite way of saying IN YOUR FACE!’

I rest my case.

Oh dilemma betul

Have you ever been at the intersection of two roads?

Trying to decide where to go but realising those two roads are the exact opposites?

Truth be told, I’m an attention seeker. I need to be given attention like 24/7.

So please attend to my needs more often.

Larry King – Why Joe, why…

This video is priceless and I know he enjoyed doing it! It’s not for his F**KING fans it’s for his own desire!

Larry King was so freaking disturbed he said, “Why Joe… Why!”

I’m halfway studying through the human fertilisation process and I was so freaking confused with how the bloody sperms move towards the oocyte and fertilise it. Therefore, I decided to go to Youtube to search for the animation.

Much to my disappointment, this was the best I could find.

Sounds like the opening theme for some ancient James Bond movie.

I can just imagine the conversation,

“Hi bulat. I’m Bond, Spam Bond. Let’s bond! It’s an obligation.”

Lame! but entertaining.

Since I’m on a roll, I might as well roll on!

Due to popular request, here is the video that’ll make you fall of your chair laughing. Guarentee!

Toodles. Imma continue with plant fertilisation now. As if human isn’t complicated enough! *rolling eyes*

This is it.

I woke up as usual to the radio alarm. Hitz.fm was playing Thriller. I was shocked coz hitz rarely play retro songs and Thriller is one of my favourite songs. So there I was humming to the tune. I was still humming to the tune when I was brushing my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth the DJ announced that Michael Jackson passed away officially.

I was momentarily stunned.

My hand was frozen and my toothbrush was stationary. The water tap was running.

I thought I heard wrongly so I pricked my ears towards attention and scrutinised every single syllable of the sentence.

My morning was desolate of happiness, joy and excitement instead it was replaced with a sense of emptiness. An emptiness in my heart, an emptiness in my mind but above all – an emptiness from my childhood memories.

I still remember when I was 5, everyone was chattering about Michael Jackson and he was the only artist I knew. Everyone questioned the validity of his signature Moonwalk and I remember that there was a heated debate between my uncle and brothers.

My uncle said that surely there was some kinda wheel embedded in the soles of his shoes or perhaps a moving conveyor belt on the stage?

Words cannot do justice towards the King of Pop. It is true that he has done some crazy things last time that left everyone flabbergasted. However, he’s the one that has shown us the moonwalk, the red jacket and Thriller.

No we aren’t hypocrites because of the fact that we used to bitch about him last time.

We are merely showing our respect for him. Love him or hate him – we’ve to give him some respect.

 

Father Mother Farther Harder

It’s been so long since I updated. Yeah yeah, that was a cliché beginning towards the beginning of many a blog posts.

So scratch that – metaphorically! – and consume this rather funny quote which I’ll be using for my impromptu oral presentation.

As of today, the book “How to become a Millionaire” has been categorised under fiction.

Believe me, not many get it.

Oh gosh, today was rather an insignificant day. I don’t know whether to feel insulted or to feel honoured.

I won Drama King in the senior poll.

LIKE WTH!

I mean the first thing that comes into my mind when someone mentions Drama King is a lil’ imp prancing and skipping and frolicking who goes like OMG or WTH or Is it…? or The horror.

So technically, I’m all that?

I digress.

In honour of Father’s Day which I won’t be blogging about it on the actual day because I’m bound to feel depressed somehow or other, Imma post some music videos.

My personal favourite is by Mike Myers who sang Daddy Wasn’t There in Austin Powers: The Goldmember.

The lyrics so fit the trials and tribulation of yours truly Drama King!

Daddy wasn’t there, to take me to the fair, it seems he doesn’t care….

Do you get the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night after a horrible dream and think that you’re the only one in the world?

OR!

that you looked into your father’s face and think to yourself, “Eh who’s that person in front of me?”

Well, I didn’t necessarily imply that the persona is moi. 

My next tribute to the family idols is Daddy Cool

LOL this song has nothing to do with prominent fatherly figures in the family. It just means daddy as in piggy bank as in sluts as in affairs +D!

That guy dancing so much looks like he’s about to faint and die halfway through the music video. OR it is just a way to tire himself up to get that husky sexy voice of his. There’s also a singer doing an orgasm cry at the end of the song. It’s a must watch!

So I bid all of you farewell in this rather morbid post of mine.

I shall continue reading Dewey – The small town library cat who touched the world.

That’s my 7th book this week! XD