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Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Red Sweater
If my life's a freakin' 537-page hard cover book, would you go read it? Hmmm.. Oh well.. Anyways, it's been officially one week of school since it reopened last Monday. So.. How's school, you might ask...? Well, school's been pretty cool. Haha.. Like it's the best thing that happened since Hari Raya.. I just so love our new modules.. Awesome. Totally.. Performance module was great. (heee..) And so was DVPT. Cool stuff we get to learn. What..our own music videos maybe? Who knows.. Hmmm..
I'm enjoying school. Every single moment of it. I don't know.. Maybe it's because we're a year senior than the freshies..? Or maybe it's because of the 'environment'.. Heh. Whatever it is, I just love going to school.. (heee..)
Okay. Updates.. Well, I've finally changed my phone. I just needed a new phone so bad. My old phone's giving me a whole lotta problems.. Anyhoots, it is red in colour. (actually i'm still in denial.. trying not think that it's actually hot pink..) So yeah.. My phone is red. I don't really care what it could do, so long as I could call and send/receive text messages.. Oh, and did I mention that my phone is red?
And due to the new phone, I'm a wee bit tight on finance for now. Need to save up a lot. Important birthdays are coming. And I need my own guitar. And fast. I feel guilty using Syamil's electric guitar. Hmmm.. And thus, I need to earn myself some cold hard cash. Tiring I know.. I don't mind if I don't get the things that I want.. But I really got to get those presents first. There are 2 birthdays next month, and a significant one 4 months down the road.. I need to be responsible in spending my money. Must.. resist.. PSP...
I Heart Emoviolence II gig was today, at Music Garage. So I went there straight after work. Tiring I know.. Heh. I met One and Qai at the fruit stall at the end of Bugis Village. Damn I miss those two.. Haha.. Qai had to send his girlfriend to get some stuff, so it was only me and One. By the time we reached the place, AUM was playing. Damn they were tight! A three-piece post punk band doing weird time signatures and heavy riffs and crazy drum fills was all enough to bewilder me. They were smokin' hot! Oh, and did I mention that the drummer, Junaidi, happens to be a friend of mine's sister's boyfriend? Ahaha.. It's a small world, afterall.. Like hey, he tapped my back and asked if I was Ain's friend! He actually recognizes me.. Sweeet huh..? (heee..) One more thing.. The bassist looks like Iswan's dad. Could it really be him..? Pam pam pammm....
Finally, after a couple more bands performed, My Precious took the stage. My FREAKIN' Precious!! Wooo! First time I saw them live, and God, I was impressed. Awesome showmanship, great new songs, one hell of an experience. A lot of guys were doing crowd surfing, like boats on a sea of music fanatics. Ahaha.. And I managed to recover from a potential dislocated left arm. The same arm I dislocated a few months back. Heh. It just went numb for awhile when I was helping out in the crowd surf. Scary. Haha.. But like I said, I recovered from it fast enough to enjoy another crowd surf. Hmmm.. My Precious really owned the stage tonight. Kudos to them..
It's been a real tiring day today. And I still have madrasah tomorrow at 8.30am and then work at 5pm till closing. Tiring I know..
Hmmm.. Let's side track for awhile now.. It was quite a test today also. I almost did sumthin' wrong and unforgivable. Hmmm.. Well there's this Malay girl I bumped into while crossing the road on the way home at Admiralty. Cute, she is. Average looks. Average size. Shoulder length hair. Not so noticeable. Wearing a long skirt. Probably the kind I might want to consider asking for her name. So I tried not to pay so much attention on her, and tried humming a few riffs I kinda came up with on the train. I tried walking faster, so that I'd be way ahead of her. But she just so happened to walk quite fast. We were walking the same direction. And when she's in front of me, she kept turning back. Being a jackass not knowing what to do, I looked up to the direction of the sky, trying to look as though I was analyzing the full moon. I tried going a different direction from her, but we ended up bumping into each other again at some point of the way. And then I told myself, what if I were to ask her name, or maybe her number too.... It could be a golden opportunity. Maybe she could be the one. Heh. But I quickly came to my senses. A picture of someone suddenly appeared in my mind. I shouldn't do this, I thought. And straight away I picked up my phone and looked through those old conversations in the form of text messages that me and that someone had..
I couldn't. I can't destroy something that I've built so hard through time. I won't make that mistake again. My heart is reserved. I had to endure.. All for the sake of...
Note To Self:
out of every girl i meet
no other can compete
i'd ditch them all for a night with you..
reminisced;
- 9:21 PM
