I said I was fine

This just about sums up what I'm feeling so here. Have a go, you'll love it. I assure you.

You people probably don't care and all but here. This one has a HQ ver. of that snippet of Sinatra's My Way Jules sang at the beginning, in the vid up there, before the real song they performed; 'Between Love & Hate'. He can croon your hearts into his hands if he wants to. Heh.

And oh, got plenty of footage of Jules chucking the mic stand around and throwing himself into the Jap crowd at the end hahaaa. Btw, song's called New York City Cops.

If you don't listen to The Strokes. You should start now. You're missing about half the pomp and glitter of life on earth if you don't. Seriously.

Hey hey hey

Maths final, well mid year, tomorrow. Been twitchy for weeks now. Hopefully I'd stop jigging my damned knee by this time tomorrow.

Wrote a bunch of 'rhymes' out of irritation these last couple of weeks. Ain't gonna put em' up though, cuz they all say the same thing. Just in different words.

Where was I again?

Er, yeah.

So yeah, pray for my sanity ey?

Death of the Heart

The words in my veins,

The phrases in my breath,

The prose in my eyes,

They spoke of love for life.

I sought to understand myself,

And the voices rose; menacing,

They were instructions in many directions,

Not one, I found embracing.

And I, confounded and befuddled,

Grasped at things I deemed concrete,

A fallacy that has me struggling,

And now, I'm dead on my feet.

No hope, no love, no vigour,

Barred from any splendour,

I haven't the slighterst interest,

In this route I have chosen.

To have regrets at such young an age,

The wounds are scabbing,

The scars will never heal,

I shall not, I believe, live a life of zeal.

Because I'm still the asinine fool,

Who silenced her heart,

Make no mistake, I am paying,

With the death of my heart.

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Note:

"Death of the heart; it's the ugliest death there is"

(Oscar Wilde in Paris Je t'aime)

Thanks Adi, for barging in and singing Spongebob's 'Best Day Ever'. You made my day. I'm still hurting though. Goodnight everyone.

Incurable

I've figured it out. I have this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia

Fits better. Chronic dyslexics have severe trouble with reading/writing stuff. I'm past those.

DYSCALCULIA

Hahaha.

*goes and tries to study maths some more*

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UPDATE:

"Cowardice is labeling what you don't want to change as innate."

Dang. You got me there, Wilson.

I swear I'll try to make more of an effort this time.

Latent Urgency

I was sure it's 2001,

I blinked and I'm the only one,

How did I start to lose time?

I must've committed a crime.

Days, Months and Years,

They're not merely figures,

What was triumphant then,

Is never glorious again.

I shudder to think of it,

My failing memory dying,

As if falling into a pit,

Where there's only crying.

Perhaps if I was awakened,

More often than I was dreaming,

My latent urgency forsaken,

I'd meet my petty reckoning.

Though merciless Time ever was,

I should've noticed it,

How adrift I really was,

Or perhaps merely stupid.

Now I'm just wallowing,

Seeking my lost moments,

Vigilant of any omens,

Signs of my tardy 'awakening'.

Everyone's wearing fingerless gloves~

Boombox (The Lonely Island featuring Julian Casablancas)

Julian is MUCH too...I honestly can't find a single word to describe how....insanely awesome-fantastic-spectacular-fabulous-epic-ace-(insert adjectives that is synonymous with uber cooleness) HE IS in this MV.

I mean...The HAIR! The Jacket! The shades! The GLOVES (haha)! The MOVES (omg omg omg)!! and of course, The VOICE (*dies*)!!!!!!!!

And the friggin' lyrics! HAHAHAHHAHA. Okay, okay, please ignore the last bit of the video alrite? It's still funny though. Boiled goose, fingerless gloves, the boombox is NOT a toy!

If you have to pick ONE person on the face of the earth to define COOL. It HAS to be JULES.

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WOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHOHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHH!

The lyrics:

[The Lonely Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people will ever cut loose

But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high
And what happened next, will blow your mind

[Julian Casablancas]
Everything got outta control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing

[The Lonely Island]
The Big Apple, where people never dance
Spirits go down while profits expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice
The street benders peddling their boiled goose

So many types of people will never get along
Till I bust out my boombox and play this song

[Julian Casablancas]
The music washed away all the hate
And society started advancing
Every demographic was represented
It was a rainbow coalition of dancing
Whoa !
Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh !
I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman

[The Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse
Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base
And what happened next was a total disgrace

[Julian Casablancas]
Everybody started having ***
The music was way too powerful
A bunch of old people f****** like rabbits
It was disgusting to say the least
Oh!
A boombox can change the world
You gotta know your limits with a boombox
This was a cautionary tale
A boombox is not a toy

TOKIO HOTEL in Malaysia: A Review.

Bill Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel

Bill: "Make. Some. NOISE~~"

Date: 1st May 2010.

Venue: One Utama, Central Park Avenue.

Time: 6P.M (THIS IS A LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. LIE LIE LIE.)

First, let's talk about the weather. It friggin' RAINED last night alright. Well, it wasn't a blizzard or anything, just a light shower. Still, it rained. The moment I got to OU with my cousins, we went hunting for a raincoat. OU is huge, buying a raincoat is like an expedition to an amazonian jungle, I kid you not. The second we started lining up to get to the stage, it rained thus the XXL raincoat became useful pretty much at once! ahaha. It fitted us both, so we stayed dry.

There were ALL KINDS of people attending the concert. Lining up, you get to see just how varied these concert goers are. There were blonde blue eyed foreigners, punk teenagers in eye liner, girls in Harujuku get-up, people in Harley Davidson tees, people in HOUSE MD tees (haha :P), tranvestites, indonesian contractors, whole families with their kids and all, an auntie, and legions of fangirls.

It took me a while to hunt for the surau for Asar prayer (it's on the second floor, fyi) and so me and my cousin Mun Mun (Munirah) entered a bit late. It was around 7 when we finally got in. We were lucky to be standing with two really nice people, an auntie who came all the way from Sabah (judging by her accent) and a Malay dude (who's a part time model), both of them are AVID fans of Tokio Hotel. The auntie had been there since morning, she went for the autograph session at 11A.M. And the dude, he's been to TH's concert in Singapore already. The auntie showed us pictures in her camera from the autograph session and the dude was real nice talking bout TH in general and cracking jokes bout the wildly dancing teens in front of us and sign language. Uh huh, we conversed about SIGN LANGUAGE. We were a funny bunch really, having a conversation like it's tea time or something amidst a concert crowd.

I felt a little bit awkward because, well, I attended the concert on a whim :S. My love for TH is minuscule compared to these two who knew every single line of TH's songs. I only knew the lyrics fro Moonson and World Behind My Wall. *shrug*

Now, let's get to the OPENING ACTS. There were 2 opening acts by Pop Shuvit and Bunkface.

I now declare my hatred for Pop Shuvit:

Pop Shuvit, I HATE you.

There. Whew! I'll tell you why. He sang 4 'songs'. They don't even sound much like 'songs' to me. 4 is too much anyway. I got tired waiting in the rain, in the crowd. I'm no good with crowds, I've no idea why I went anyway but it's good training for me. Gettin' into crowds and not having a nervous breakdown, I mean. I was pretty much mortified by everything that went on in the crowd during those accursed 4 songs. The only bit I liked during his set is when he suddenly walked into the crowd, some peeps in front caught him and carried him around on their shoulders. That was neat.

There's this couple beside us, plain disgusting. Then there's this dude (who's REALLY good lookin') in front of us who were shaking his head as if there's a giant African cockroach in his ears. I suppose he's dancing but it looked more like a seizure to me, I was rather worried. There's also a really tall steel pole beside us that shook violently and looked as if it'd topple over us any second. Behind us was this HUGE dude, tall and...huge. Like an effing mini great wall. He stood way too close for comfort. Ish. Oddly enough, it didn't stink, the crowd I mean. The rain's musky scent probably masked any other...odours haha.

There were also a bunch of people who wore this red horns on their heads, which glowed in the dark. So much for symbolism eh? I was pretty freaked out by those. And kept thinking of hell and all. The dry ice on the stage looked too much like smoke from hellfire to me. Get the picture? I pretty much had a moral conflict waging a war in my head. I was just culture shocked really, nothing horrid happened or anything. But still, it kinda stretches your horizon a bit. I was pretty twitchy all the time. Kept fanning myself with my trusty plastic UNITEN fan that I've had had since form 4 and popping tic tacs. Oh! the tic tacs. Hahaha. The peeps on my left gave me odd looks when I had them tic tacs. Probably thought they were ecstasy or something. I was worried I might miss Maghrib prayer so I kept checking my watch every nanosecond or something. That was the traumatizing bit of the concert.

At around 8, we went out for Maghrib prayers. Only after that did I calm down and enjoyed myself. We skipped Bunkface's set altogether since we went for Maghrib and only went back in just in time for Tokio Hotel, which was around 8:40P.M. It's pretty cool, when the lights dimmed and then when it lit up again, there Bill was in his skin tight leather pants and blingy glittery shirt and...hair. HE CUT HIS HAIR. I did NOT know this. So, my aims of attending TH concert to see Bill's sonic hair and hear em' sing Monsoon is a FAIL. *sigh*

Anyway, they sounded great. Tom (Bill's twin) looked and sounded awesome on the guitar. Gustaz and Georg, the other two dudes in TH was awesome too. Bill, of course was AWESOME. He sounds great live! :D I'm not sure exactly how many songs they sang, because we left at around 9:50 P.M. I got to hear 7-8 songs but I'm pretty sure they sang another 2 or so after we left. The one that I really enjoyed is World Behind My Wall. But Human Connect To Human was really neat too. And the others like Ready Set Go and Darkside Of The Sun sounded way cool live. The others I'm not sure of their titles, but in short, they're all good songs. Not my general cup of tea but I enjoyed them nonetheless. I prefer their slower songs better, like World Behind My Wall and Monsoon say.

Bill danced and sang, the band rocked, the crowd went wild. It was a good show. Fans of Tokio Hotel are most pleased I think. Though they were probably pretty pissed off (as I am) by the time delay and unbearably lengthy opening acts.

Here's some pics we took:

Hi, this is me.

Mun Mun

The Crowd

Under the XXL raincoat, lining up :)

The ticket.

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P.S: FUCK. This. I FOUND THESE ON YOUTUBE. THEY ACTUALLY DID SANG MONSOON. RIGHT AFTER WE LEFT. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. Ugh. Celaka. I mean, sorry. Ish. The two songs they sang after we left are Monsoon (German ver.) and Automatic! Two of my faves form them! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. *Marah*

DURCH DEN MONSOON

AUTOMATIC

*MARAH*

*MARAH*

*okay sudah*

*menyampah*