Sunday, December 26, 2010
if Pharell William produces good shoes,
if Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt produces good life towards orphans,
if Oprah Winfrey produces flattering surprises toward blessed souls,
if Paul the Octopus produces true-ish future stories,
if Harvard Universities produces intellegence freaks,
if Miley Cyrus produces bad music,
if Shane Dawson produces parodies towards celebrities,
if M&M produces good chocolate,
if Lindsay Lohan produces more tabloid stories than her real life stories herself,
if Pamela Anderson have bigger boobs than a normal female have,
if Kimora Lee Simmons got married more black guys than any other female celebrities,
if Mark Zuckerberg produces facebook,
if Tiger Wood produces more infidelities cases more than one can ever had in his/her life,
if Victoria Beckham can have more Louis Vuitton bags more than any other celebrities,
if Paris Hilton produces bad porn movies,
if Naomi Campbell produces more swagger vibrations than any other models,
if Tyra Banks produces models in a tv show,
if Barrack Obama produces more world peace treaties towards presidents around the world,
well then i should, produce something to change the world. something. hm. something(?)
Monday, December 20, 2010
i want to take fine art. but i blew my chance after forwarding myself towards dad's opinion. so now, im stucked with this bs course.
i have opinion. and lots of them. so stfu if you dont comprehend with it.
i got into UM. was happy. but not anymore.
my first semester result was already out, it was rather expected than disappointing. got a longer session 101 between me and the Academic instructor or whatever, than i thought. letting me know to sit infront in lecture class and be more attentive. what?
i've mentioned before that im a slow learner, but once i get it, i get it good.
im disappointed to myself. im humiliating my parents name. wasting their money. procrastinating my works or this is just a normal situation one would face after a culture shock?
i hate chemistry tutorial class, not the lecturer but by the fact that i will go out after class is over and get nothing. im disappointed.
i like english. i got in touch with my linguistic side. which finally, revealed my truest want. i want to write. no science. just writing. i have regretted taking my course now. im a failure that will get some "helpful" advices sooner from my friends.
i hate it when i know that i cant understand a single thing that these genius-freaks would understood.
i've been walked over. or maybe im just quite of a thinker.
stop typing.. i will go on further about other bs.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
this post is inspired by my everyday life and my flaws:
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
the world seems to face against me today. not to mention the life as well. the only achievement i got for myself was a complete surreal sketch i did during the lecture. after that,nothing seems to work the way i wanted.
decided to go check upon the Admin office, still, answer was disapointing. even worst, we have to wait until other streams get their full result, for us to get ours. FUCK YOU. been cursing alot since then, only scenery view i had was, my shoes and the ground. i walked straight into my room, thanked god that nobody was around to interrupt my poignent moment.
didn't even realize the fact that i left others behind once i got into my room, AC called, asked me either i wanted to join them to eat, i said no. my emotions seems to arrived to its peak. i am now officially depressed, for no reason. changed my attire to an utter non-casual one, knowing that i wont continue my day, hearing a single class filled with only cunt and dreary lecture about what's not and what's what. again, FUCK YOU.
my mood was subsquently crammed by uncertain feelings. thought a quick nap can cheer me up. another failure. after my an hour or so sleep, i woke up, feeling rather a friggin loser or such. my tummy curved into a convex shaped together with growling sounds that almost sounded like a tiger/lion roar. iv ordered pizza. a Spaghetti Chicken Meatball, Mushroom soup and garlic bread to be exact. ate it till the last piece of the food dust. still, not statisfied with my ever-so-large appetite. doesn't matter. got myself a brief and stingingly cold shower after that, to rinsed through every bits of my un-well state today. then happy when i knew i got the times to update my blog. that sounds very cheezy. i would rather say as doing my regular things.
clicking sounds of the keyboard kept me alive, the more clicking, the more electrifying. day hasn't got off yet. haven't ended. so still, im waiting for it to kill me with the pointy minutes-swords to fill my day with. hoping, for something that will makes me smile, laughs. bye
few minutes later, my used-to-be dusty and only filled with empty clear atmosphere inside my room, now had morphed to its indubitably and irrefutably, gaseous greyish state that not only makes me feel dizzy with its disturbing smell but also the sound, the buzzing machine sounds that came both to my ears, and i think it came from each annoying,perky angles from downstairs. breathed inside my shirt as i tried to stay animated, my effort only put me in a place where i fell in such a suffocating air. my throat was filled with tiny little molecular particles, scratches and finally teared down inch by inch of my inside skin.
yet then, it was closed to a torturous 30 minutes developed to a wandrous and phenomenal moments. i was then, passed out again. drowned into such dreams. imagination. after i woke up again, thought everything was surreal. hit me by a joyous laughter. and then went downstairs and ate with my friends. and the air, came to its original,fresh context.