the gypsies are always right

Tuesday, March 31, 2009
WOOT!

Bands that i want to watch, scream and sweat for!


Interpol

Yeah Yeah Yeahs


MGMT










9:54 PM

Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Of skeptics and hope.


I am all aboard on the skeptic's train.
A train that moves in a pace of a too precised velocity.
A monotone that hums low under the feat of heated coals.
Coals that are replaced by burning desire.
The ember that sparks through the night and die slowly as it hits the ground.
Will it all disappear?

I am skeptical. Confused maybe?
As vague as the further may seem,
I am still hoping for that glimmer of certainty.
Everything doesn't seem to fall in place like how I figured it would.
It worries me that what have been told is to be justify in just a
matter of time. The clear line between the raw truth and plain propaganda.
I would have to learn to see it quick enough, somehow.
On the good side, I am still breathing well.
Not a tad claustrophobic.
It leaves me to wonder what is there left.
In the midst of the juvenile minds, judgemental attributes,
the pillars of support and huge fog right in the open,
a source in me is somewhat keeping me going strong.



I shall end with a note from Karen Walker,

"All right. Don't be too chatty. Just make your breasts sound big."




12:49 PM

Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sources


Feeling a whole lot of disappointment in myself.
Gosh. I am all set for failure. I am an imminent object
in their eyes, something that should be left aside untouched,
a source of nastiness and mediocrity, for this matter that
doesn't deserve a second look... and everything is proven to be right.




How do i redeem myself from now?
A bucket of loathing sure won't cut it.
Which reminds me, the world I am in at different hours
is a parallel universe where I am not myself.
Or am i?


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4:49 AM

Thursday, March 12, 2009
There are many fishes in the sea....or shop.







These are my latest fascination.
Guppies!



They are placed at the side of my long computer table.
So if the tank leaks, the water might electrocute the thousands of dangling wires,
the fishes and importantly me will die.
Or either that, my hundreds of work in the PC disappears
and that equals to me dying too.
So its a win-win situation.


They are pretty.
But I hope they last like up till 6 months or so.
They're supposed to be therapeutic....
Okay shall not dwell on the noise the oxygen tank is making.






On a another note, I missed out Jason Mraz's conccert,
which is a huge blow in my face.
Cause he was quoted to be a-must-see.
And I am going to miss out on Coldplay's concert too,
which is another blow because they're amazing.
But these are all balanced by the fact that I won tickets to Duffy's concert.
So yes! Duffy! Here we come!


She got me beggin' you for mercy!


PS: I hope my fascinations for the fishes would last.
Hopefully till they die.

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11:32 PM

Monday, March 9, 2009
Just another lump in the throat.


I was awaken by this week's majestic torment.
Everything was surreal and it was like a massive consumption of coffee overdose
with a little hint of sweat, thirst and desperation.
In other words, it is like dry humping a camel on the Sahara desert.
I was quite surprised that i managed to pull everything off and with tiny lies here and there
but most of all I feel so blessed that I am in one of the good books that somewhat entitled me
to get a way better opportunity that most failed to.
I guess accepting and being yourself really has it benefits!
It is either that or you bumped into 'crazy' in your life.
Now, its just another lump on the road needed to be run down and flatten
and we're back to square one once again with the hopes for the better.
Fingers crossed.





An old friend rekindled my worries and fear that I have to face sooner or later.
It was over fermented yeast and yes it led to a greater worry and shivering fear.
I was again reminded by the mere fact that numbers make a difference and acceptance
plays a part in this part of my life journey and somehow this is when
the timid ten year old kid in me starts to creep out again.
The ten year old that barely spoke a word and hid in the library with stained shorts.
I want to believe that everything happens for a reason,
but there's always a layer of uncertainty in every aspect.
So, I was told to let the answers fold out and let time dispels everything
but the anticipation is such a major factor that it is giving me these wrinkles on my forehead.
I guess i need a little bit more guidance. But this time round from a new breed of people.
Hopefully, a plastic surgeon.



On another note, I'm somewhat feeling a sense of a new atmosphere
An atmosphere I can breathe in and be in total control.
It needs to get some getting used to though.
It really made me realised the importance of everything.
The things that matters between the people that should be shot at
and have their blood smeared on their faces with my bare hands.




PS; some people need to learn that the world doesn't revolves around them
and honey trust me it will never because I was once there.

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8:33 AM

Sunday, March 1, 2009
He's just not that into you.



I loved it.
I saw a little bit of myself in one of the characters (the psychotic cyber-stalker).
Its a dose of reality, a factual sheet of human behaviour acted out by stunning actors.
Also the theme song for the movie is Friday i'm in love by The Cure
which is my ringtone fyi and they occasionally play songs that i like,
like Fruit Machine by The Ting Tings.
I gave the limelight to Scarlett Johansson because she is simply...HOT.
That bitch is flawless.


'He's Just Not That Into You' actress Scarlett Johansson admits
she is fascinated by men's nipples.

The 'He's Just Not That Into You' actress can’t understand why boys still have them,
adding the concept of male nipples completely baffles her.

She is quoted by the Chicago Sun Times newspaper as saying:
"The one thing I don't understand about men is nipples.
I don't know if there is one aspect of men that I don't understand
other than why they have nipples.
Honestly, why? I guess it has something to do with the X chromosome.

"What is the function of the male nipple?
Maybe we all start as androgynous creatures and then they become men?"


Just cut the bimbo talk and be hot.
Back to the real world, dreamweaver is not weaving up as much as i hope it would.
Dreamweaver is being plenty much a bitch.
How much of angsty emotion i have right now.
MILLIONS!

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