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Sunday, February 26, 2006, 12:55 AM

So much for blogging in the semi-wee hours of the night. And it's church day tomorrow! Gotta head to bed around 1 and wake up at 5 or 0530 for a morning run. Yeah. Probably I'll sleep over the time limit. MY ASS. WOOO!!!!!!

Friday, February 24, 2006, 11:07 PM

Apparently, I'm worn out. Everything didn't went right for the Gaffer. But as Underoath goes, I'm content with losing. What's the big deal? Anyways, long time no blog I guess, since the depression era. The unbridled, unconstrain passion that I have for a specific thing determines the interests I possess on the inner side of me. Frankly, nothing much to cover on, with the exception of the death of Singapore's pioneer S Rajaratnam and the NYP scandal, which I must be merticulous to touch on, minding my words and keeping it at a certain momentum consistently. Hands down to Munich, a movie I might not even have the privillege to pass through the mini customs of GV or Cathay. Headbanging rocks. Nothing beats rocking along to a music of your choice, in terms of relieving of stressfulness. As you will see by the end of the sentence, they are all out of point. I'll have to take a crap. I haven't attempted that since the Desperation. I feel that the best frontmen of their respective bands include the late Freddie Mercury, never but almost forgotten Kurt Cobain and the one who inspires me, Paul "Bono" Newman. You can never really be able to determine a frontman out of Oasis and Beatles. It's always the Gallagher brothers (Oasis) and Harrison, McCartney and Lennon (The Beatles). So much for a typical surname for soccer players......anyways, there was way too much animosity and political problems within The Beatles due to the McCartney/Lennon feud. What about Oasis? Ha. The brothers are always bickering like 10 year old bald dicks swimming in a fish pond. I like the way U2 write songs. Deep, spiritual and profound lyrics with a unique chord tune. Not alot of bands can emulate their style and success, obviously. Ditto to Queen as well. Freddie Mercury and Brian May. Legends in the making during the late 70s. Their style is very versatile, which explains why they blend so well with classic and rock. As for Kurt Cobain and friends, I guess they just kind of revolutionized the whole Generation X foundation. They unexpectedly tore the roof down after 6 months of hiatus, with a stunning and authentic performance years back, given the circumstances that they haven't been practising for that six months. I do feel that british bands are always associate with their respective frontmen. Same goes for american bands but with a little bit of attention. Not all are great but with the power of every aspects that you possess, you will excel to greater heights, higher than before. To conclude, they are all out of point.

Friday, February 17, 2006, 11:27 PM

Conflicts arised. Quarrels here and there, quarrels everywhere. These past two days, I could not afford a hardcore laughter due to that. I also could not afford myself to be self-entertaining at the expense of others due to that. I'm still trying myself to be myself. But life is getting tougher each year. I don't know why. Relationships deteoriated. Friendships burst just like a balloon, without any notification. And people start to fuck with each other. Who knows? This might be a test from The Powers That Be, but no longer can I take the pressure. I always pray about it, but sometimes, to no avail. I want to find freedom and peace in church. It's one of the finest places on planet Earth. I want to run like the wind. Running non-stop towards the ends of the earth. Looks like the Emotional Hardcore Kid thingy is starting to become a reality. OK let's face the facts. I'm tired. I can't deal with the bullshit of certain things anymore. I've started to develop hatred and animosity towards some of my ex-classmates. I can just fantasize about the massacre spree, just an example of my wild imagination. I thank God for that. Yeah guess I'm kind of pissed about my personal matters. I just hope things will just end with a cliffhanger, whatever the consequences are, positive or negative. Conclusion? Suck on my balls to handle the truth.

Thursday, February 16, 2006, 9:09 PM

Sometimes, for personal reasons, I really hate this fucking family of mine. I would just like to include the word "fuck" for once, due to the anger and animosity. I've no clue what the fuck is really happening within the inner circle. It's common for family members to quarrell. The word fuck cannot be abbreviated, just like how I "fucked" some of my ex-classmates straight down the throat. I detest incidents like this, although it will only take a few minutes to cure after sulking up reluctantly. I couldn't care less about it. It just occurred several times and remember, we do blow up our tempers. But once mine erupt, I'll have to hope for a spree. This might be controversial, but fuck that word upside down left right to the very end of this world. There's no point to rant anymore. Temperental no longer. As I look forward to ponder about the things that revolves around me. Some people take you for granted, while some takes advantage of you. How I wish for a pistol to be imported onto my hands as I'm always eager to pull the trigger and begin my very first massacre. Committing suicide is not the path to escape. It's an act of stupidity. So why not let me serenade and smoother you with my emo voice and finish you off just like that? That's more like it!

2:14 AM

Valentines Day. The day when you lost your virginity to your loved ones, or uncertain lover. Not exactly though. I prefer a specific topic to cover rather than covering the perception of your daily life which utters a sum of bullshitting and bragging. Blackjack is a game of fluke. You don't really know what the next card is until you check it out, which could also determine the end of your short spell. It's a risky game if you were to bet your life on it, and it's also the dumbest thing to do. Anything unprecedented to me would definitely be a shellshocking experience and news to learn upon. Controversies are unprecedented. Just like Brokeback Mountain. Without a shadow of a doubt, it causes controversy among the free world or whatsoever. Well is Ang Lee focused on making money or sending a succint message to everyone about the consequences of gayism? We'll never know until we ask. By the way, it's official. Hollywood has run out of revolutionizing ideas. Judging from the recent remakes and film adaptations which didn't attract the gurus enough to give a 5 star performance (with the exception of King Kong and Chronicles of Narnia), there's nothing the producers and directors can do about it. Perhaps you can say that Steven Spielberg is the last man standing on the battlefield. Or maybe even Quentin Whatsoever and Peter Jackson. Don't get the Gaffer wrong. They are genius and with the creativity behind their respective works, they are out on the field to absorb audiences to watch their films. But with remakes, any kind of adaptations and sequels/prequels on the works, what can you expect more from Hollywood, the place whom people dubbed as the "Grandest Daddy of all" for inspired young and talented producers. To conclude, we'll never know what will happen, since the population of movie production companies of all kinds are growing. DAMN IT! Now I'm gonna sleep!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006, 1:36 AM

Something vicious seems to have digested into the Gaffer's stomach. The clock strucked 12 not long ago and it's Valentines' Day. Free for all. Couples hangout galore while singles brag about the freedom and carefree journey they've been through all these times without a bitch f**k (boyfriend). I heard fairy tales about girls exploiting at the expense of guys and couples quarrel and rumble. I have always hope for a St. Valentines' Massacre, for the sake of entertainment and joy. Since the heydays of the Attitude Era, Valentines Day happened to fall on a Sunday in 1999. And the rest are history. It's kind of odd for couples to quarrel during a candlelit dinner, which might result in a worst scenario that you can ever imagine. Killing spree, food rage, burning of table cloths and throwing of knifes and forks galore. I always seems to have a wild imagination. Anything goes. It's a positive sign. Seriously, I have nothing lovely dovey to say to couples, shit crap and face f**k. As of this moment, I can only ponder about asking her out. Should I? Could I? All about loving her? It's all about the Bon Jovi philsophy. To conclude, stay away from love unless you are mentally, physically, spiritually, verbally and practically prepared.

Saturday, February 11, 2006, 10:12 AM

Flood-adtion

The gaffer has flunked his English and passed his Mathematics, all merely by a point. This seems bizzare, as everytime I expect a mediocre or good grade for my specific subject, I would do badly in an unfashionable way. Great God in Heaven I thank you for the results although I didn't try my best to conquer, against all odds. The mediocre achievement of Mathematics can be considered a fluke by critics, but personally, it's God who's the big boss. 7 came with a humongous warning, waking me up in time of upcoming assignments and exams in ITE. Damn it! Perhaps the old and weary invigilators in Scotland could not comprehend the Jethron Effect. Anyways, let bygones be gone for good. What's the point of reflecting on the past when it's over? Screw that. Rejuvenate, refresh, reinvigorate and revitalize. Something which is similar to the one's in Brazil. To conclude this shit, I ain't gonna diss or piss, for something that's unworthy to think should be out of the mindset of the gaffer. DAMN!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006, 11:47 PM

Listening to soothing acoustic tracks as in......now...period. Got nothing specific to say today. Living the American Dream is the best thing that come to my mind.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006, 9:53 PM

The saga has been resumed and it shall be continued with immediate effect in the midst of a theorical session. Truth to be told, the blog is my destination for rants, minor confessions, and a place to unleash my anger and animosity. Anyways, this is a way to be conducive to Blogspot. I'm not being disdainful towards any rival organisations but....come on. I can't believe I slept in the midst of reading the Bible while sitting on a couch with a hamster tank to accomodate my satisfaction. It was a surprise for me as I woke up in a daze, with two of my friends staring at me for nuts. Not to be seeking solitude but I just can't help it. For me, consistency is very important and it plays a vital part in the gaffer's life. Optimistic or pessimistic, it should remind there. For those who can't comprehend, metamorphosis is the source of nature that takes place every single minute. Yeah, achieve or excel greater heights, reaching the pinnacle of your career or even a downfall which might even cement that low class spot, kiss my ass. For this blog has been operating since 2 years ago, it was supposed to be a mixture of everything positive and negative. Being myself? That's enough. Psychosis, spastic, screwed brain, emotional hardcore kid, calm and charming, split personality anything goes. I will click Later should another one appear straight in front of the monitor. The sky is limit? Is it? Do you expected that? Conclusion: The Mystery revolves around my soul.....

Friday, February 03, 2006, 1:53 PM

Lights & Sounds

Stop, turn, take a look around. That's a part of the Yellowcard song. Anyways, it's been a long and windy time since I've blogged. Fear that I've lost my consistency. But once psychosis force himself out of the cupboard, all hell breaks loose. BANG! That's the climax of that scenario. To be continued.