Mood: Tired
Listening To: Schizzow feat YonLynn - Love Letter









This time, she has seriously pissed me off.

I had my Company Law quiz and I decided to head off to college a little bit earlier to study for the quiz.  I didn't do good nor bad.  I got some parts right, and some parts wrong, so it's equally balanced.

But then again, thanks to my juniors, we all made it 8-)

Anyways, before the quiz, I was moving from one classroom to another.  My mum sent me an SMS, asking me to call her, which I wish I didn't.  This is way over the line.  I called her, and she bombarded me with her bloody rant about the house.  Why the fuck should I care?

I was moving from one classroom to the other, and she asked me a dumbass question when I already told her I was in college because I had a replacement class to attend from 6 - 9pm.  How the hell is a classroom supposed to sound when students are moving from one classroom to another?  Quiet?

It was noisy, and she asked me where the hell was I.  I told her several times, and she didn't want to accept the answer.  Bitch.

Then I was the only one in class with the handphone on my ear, and everybody was staring at me.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't mean to be rude, but that was over the line.  My mum not believing me in class, and she just kept on yakking ... On MY credits.

If she called me and yakked me, I wouldn't mind ignoring listening.

I just told her that I had a quiz to do and it took her 5 seconds to slam the phone.

Wonderful.










That didn't piss me off one bit.  But when I came back, I noticed that the house faced a major spring cleaning.  Everything on the table in front of the TV was gone.  Guess what?  I was on a South Park, Tenacious D and Best Motoring spree.  All gone.

What really pissed me off is that she cleared all the stuff, and I couldn't find any of it.  What was worst was that half of Say Leng's collection of Best Motoring/Top Gear was cleared along with it.

After a whole half an hour of hide and seek after a tiring day, I finally found all of them.










Fuckin bitch.  She's gonna get from me when she's home.










You'll respect mah authoritai!

Mood: Blur
Listening To: 3 Doors Down - Here Without You









Yeah.  That thing that we all want to achieve, that person that we imagine to be, and the things we want to own one day if we could only afford it.

Then again, there are minor and major dreams.  Minor ones are, well, things we can achieve soon enough if we work hard for it.  Major dreams would be out of our budget that would cost us millions without a supporting pay from work.

Thanks to individual dreams, it keeps us moving on when we could just slack our lives off if our parents are multi-zillionaires.

Then again, reviewing on my individual self.  Ever since I was young, I always admired superstars on television.  They have fame, and money.  Besides, what else can a human want to satisfy their egoistic needs?  For fame, I had a small taste of it.  But it's not entirely a good thing until a certain extend.

Problem is, you need talent when you want to make it big.  Only 5 years ago, I found my talent (for the moment) which made me the musician today.  Learning a new subject, experimenting on theories, and well, so many more.  Experiences were both good and bad.

But look at me now.  I'm studying Business, and not even near to Mass Communication.  The gap between my dreams and what I'm going to be is a gap bigger than I can ever imagine.

Then again, sacrifices must be made.  It is aware that trying to be rich and attaining the curse of fame through music in Malaysia is like a mere death certificate.  And no, I don't mean it's impossible.  What I'm trying to say is that it requires at least 10x the hard work compared to outside of Malaysia.  Taiwan, Hong Kong, California, UK and so many other places.

And when I mean it's not impossible attaining this certain dream, I mean it.  I never knew anything about Poetic Ammo and how great they were in the Malaysian music scene, but until Point Blanc made a return with his single and Ipohmali, I learnt what he had to go through in life thanks to Schizzow.

A 16 year old running away from his home, auditioning over the phone in Ipoh to Kuala Lumpur, and all that.  Sounds like a fairy tale or a touching dramatic movie, but it's true.

Then again, when we achieve our dreams, we can either be contented with our achievement until the day we die, or until a certain extend.  Some of those who were contented with their achievements until a certain period of time end up commiting suicide, which is kind of sad.

Why?

My point of view which is slightly biased from several factors:  The fun in facing challenges to achieve dreams just died down.

If you ask me, I think if I ever achieve my dream or whenever I get to that stage, I might trade my life away.  In fact, I'm pretty contented with whatever I have now, and whatever I'm doing.  I'm facing the best thing in life although I don't do sports..

Hmmm?  Challenge.










I suppose sacrificing the whole Dad, I want to be a Rock star image is for a good cause.  It's nearly impossible here in Malaysia.  Music will always be something I'll study and be facinated with self studies and results, but I doubt it will ever become something I'll earn money from.

3 people have told me what dreams were about, and I couldn't agree more.  Then again, topics like these has different and several points of view.










Another reason why I want to move down to PJ ..










And dreams ah?  Maybe drive around in Australia with a Murcielago one day.  Lol.  Anybody can own a shiny white guitar when they have a job.  Lol.










Don't ask.  I have no idea why I ended up writing all these junk.










Chinpokomon!

Mood: Fucking Pissed Off.
Listening To: Glacius - A Night In The Sky









Once again, this shall be the prequel to one of the many main reasons why I want to start studying in KDU PJ Campus.

I got off the computer halfway through my assignments to go shit and have my bath, but my mum, being the serious dumbass in the house, had to squeal saying that she doesn't see any moving pictures or sounds from the TV.

And what she saw was a blue screen.

I think I kind of lost my voice shouting and cursing in the bathroom telling her to not be a dumbass and to use the bloody Astro controller to view the channels. Besides that, it's hard telling someone who doesn't even know what's a TV, DVD and an Astro remote control to change video channels.

God.

I can't stand this.

First she disturbs me whenever I want to do my assignments, studies for previous semesters, and now, I can't even literally shit in god fucking damn it peace -_-

And the thing is, I lost my voice and got a headache because of a bloody television and an impatient mother.

Worse come to worse, I had to relive my National Service days - the time when we had to stop shitting even if we still had an 80% load, just to attend a fucked up roll call. I had to cut my shitting session halfway, just to attend to a bloody television and lose the interest to continue shitting.

Oh. You think that's not chaos? I remember that I attended one of Uglymen's gigs last 2 years, and I had to go back home for 15 minutes just to do the same fucking shit because of a bloody Television

Goddamn it. This is the same issue as cars. If you complain too much about the petrol or if you don't know how to drive a bloody car, sell it off and stop bitching about it. You have an Astro decoder plugged into the DVD-Recorder deck, and if you don't know which decks to switch on and off, I suggest you sell them all and stick to our local television service providers.










So far, what pissed me off would be going back home in between of a gig just to attend to some bitch television. What'll piss me off even more is when I need to take a 4 hour bus ride from Kuala Lumpur to Penang to do the same piece of shit.










Fucking distracting bitch. Now I've got no mood to continue with my bloody assignment -_-

Mood: Pissed
Listening To: Nickelback - Rockstar









I don't know. But as the days passes, things are getting more corrupted than ever.

Firstly, what is my priority at this stage? Wasn't it supposed to be studies like what our parents would always want us to do?

If that's the point, why have I got myself into a major arguement with my brother regarding the fact I can't be in the office every day as I have classes. What am I supposed to do? Go to the office at 8.30am when I've got class at 9am?

And when I have the time, I end up being in the office. But when that happens, I receive a call from Malacca/Singapore from someone-I-don't-know and getting screwed over the phone saying that I never went to the office at all.

"You'd better tell me the truth. Where are you now?"

If I'm at the office, and I already said I'm at the office, but she demands the truth, what am I supposed to say?

Talk about honesty and trust. Especially my brother. Just because I don't come back until 3am or 5am in the morning, it doesn't mean that I went pubbing or clubbing. What the hell? I wanted to punch him in the face when he offended me with his psychic terms. Instead, I walked out of the door without saying anything when he was giving me one of his "you're supposed to do everything and not me because I want to marry my computer" lectures. I had better things to do, and I only had 10 more minutes until my Pengajian Malaysia finals.

I don't know what the hell WoW has been teaching you, but I think you've become more over-analytical, retarded and lazier.

And please. By right, you should be manning the office instead of me. According to my eyes and daily schedule, from 8.30am - 2pm, you're dead asleep. 2pm and past that, WoW. I have classes and I'm supposed to do all the work?

Fuckin' lazy cock.

No wonder my dad told me not to depend on anybody when it comes to strutting your life right. Not only your friends/partners can screw your life up for you, but your family does the the same too.

And everybody says that I'm rude in the family. Speak for yourselves. I should record the way you all speak one day and see if you're rude or it's the other way around.










Mood swings, fellas. I just got a call from Singapore, and no, it's not Tubak. I got screwed over the phone because I'm "not in the office" at the moment. Oh well.










Since I'm "not in the office" at the moment, I shall do my Microeconomic assignment on this PC. Which is "not in the office".










Fuckers.