Viper

The only reason why I'm posting this is for the sole intention of trying to note this (un)eventful ordeal down for as long as this blog exist.

We were enjoying our brand new ice cream that we bought earlier while watching Austin Steven's Adventures on Animal Planet. Who? He's a professional photographer and snake expert (what do you call that, paleontologist?) who travels around the world snapping photos on all different kinds of animals.

This one scene, they were showing him having to be face to face with a Gaboon Viper. He did the usual stuff, extract venom, snap photos and then released the viper.

This was the interesting part. He was on the verge of releasing the head of the snake but warned the crew that it could strike back. My sister was sitting right behind me when that happened. Guess what? The snake striked, with the typical "doom anthem" being played.

My sister, being the sad girl with her slow-mo reflex but killer-quick reactions, she actually THREW the porcelain cup filled with chocolate fudge heaven in her hands to the marbel floor. To no one's surprise, the cup broke into pieces. Not just that, now there's a chip in the marble floor! Damn idiot. I liked that cup.

Sidewinder - Avenged Sevenfold

This just in...

I learnt that Manoj reads my blog... Huh, interesting.

And I just found out that my blog had just surpassed 150 posts. And that took me 4 years to accomplish. Isn't that slow?

One more thing, dancing tango is a giant pain in the hind. Sure, I didn't have to do the fancy lifts and spins, but I find the passion-infused dance to be too hot for me. It's not because of my hormones, I can manage that. It's all the body contact you know... Gives me the heebie-jeebies. Cross my fingers that my dance partner's boyfriend doesn't kill me when he sees us dance to that during prom, before my parents do I mean.

Oh the other hand, I got my English results back. Yes, I'm omitting the mention of the other 8 papers just cause I don't wanna talk about them, and because I haven't got them all yet. I wrote an essay for my late grandfather who sadly passed away last year and while writing that essay, I swore I nearly broke down in my classroom 3 times. Luckily, I managed to suck it in and focus. Pn. Shaja wrote one simple, short and sweet line at the bottom of my paper in red ink. It said: "Well done, you have successfully immortalised your grandfather in this essay!"

I was elated. I was finally able to give my grandfather the recognition he truly deserves, although I didn't have time to add everything about him in the essay.

Hopefully, I'll get the chance to type everything down for everyone else to see. And maybe someday, my kids and their kids will learn more about their roots. I gotta do that someday... Retracing my roots, I mean. Well, it's almost time for football. So, signing off.

Chasing Pirates-Norah Jones

Warmness

The tennis court at my field now looks like it's from Mars since they added extra spotlights and changed all the light bulbs to "warm light" instead... Freak-tastic

Vultures-John Mayer

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Sorry, no idea what to put as a header to this post. Lacking some creativity lately... Band practice was super. We jammed to our prom numbers and also some extra fun like AC/DC's "Back In Black" and Guns N' Roses's "Sweet Child O' Mine", with Kevin and I screaming in utter vain in a bid to beat Axl Rose's messed up (in a good way, I mean) vocals.

Now blogging at 5.55 a.m. while watching the Spain-Lithuania game. Why so early? Well my sister has developed a highly inclining interest on Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, which means more computer hogging than EVER before. Period.

The odd thing is that NO ONE, or as far as my intel goes, actually reads the manga enough to influence her. Not to sound too skeptical, but I think she's reading it for the hormonal relief. No diggity.

I bet that she'll choke me with the pillow in my sleep if she were to see this post, which may give me the odds of surviving the next month(s) of 100 gazillion begillion/1, since she doesn't bother checking this mundane thing of a blog. Maybe my mom will though...

When recalling AC/DC's music, I had a sudden weird idea to put in my lyrics bank. It's just one line though...

I rather take a shotgun wedding than have a six-shooter showdown with you

Odd much? Could've done better? Oh well.

3 a.m.-Matchbox 20

Basically...

Arghh I still can't keep my head in the game as the past still creeps into my mind... I nearly fell apart during the trial examinations. Gotta get myself together, man. Craaap

Another Kate Nash rendition. She's such a brilliant artist. Absolute musical talent. And we can all relate so much to it, with a change of perspective, of course...

Gotta post this quick! My com hogger sister wants to continue reading her new-found waste of time activity: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. I have nothing against the manga, don't get me wrong. She's my problem. I can't even have a decent amount of time on Facebook.

And those spammers on my comment box are getting annoying...

Nicest Thing - Kate Nash

All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you'd always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

Bloom

Just a short, yet incredibly good quote

The more of what you can tell about what you see, the more obscure the meaning behind the image.

-Penelope (Rachel Weiss), Brothers Bloom-

Now, isn't she an amazing person? In the movie, I mean.

Speechless-Lady Gaga

Interval?

Well, trial exams are, well still what they're all about: leaked papers. It's ridiculous! Some students study their asses off to prepare for the unknown while the other party gets to close one eye, sip on some pina colada and wait for the answer scheme to simply fall on their laps. It's unfair and utterly disgusting. Anyway, they'll get what's coming at them.

I'm incredibly bored right now, hence reverting back to blogging. I got Add. Maths tomorrow so I got some free time on my hands today, quoting Pn. Tan "Add. Maths is a subject where you can't study out of a book. You got to practice a lot. But if you don't study, the better for me. I just have to put a giant cross on the blank paper and give you a "0". Simple as that". I say that's crude, but darn effective.

But tragedy struck this week, more accurately yesterday. My brother's ex-classmate, Zhi Qi, tragically passed away in her sleep. Today I got the news that the doctors concluded that er untimely passing was due to kidney failure, but no one took notice. She just said that she was tired the day before and had slight heartache so she took an early snooze. Thank the heavens that at least she passed away without any pain or suffering. Here's the Facebook page to remember her for all the wonders she was. Although you may not know her, it would mean the world if you guys were to join the page. In her memory. May she rest in peace.

And referring to the post 2 or 3 ones ago, all I can say is that frustration and anger are incredibly powerful tools. But it's words that make the tip of the blade. ALWAYS NOTE THAT, future readers. And perhaps, future-me as well.

Another poem to distort the obvious message.

Does it make sense?
I'm still running in a meadow of dreams,
where all I left behind is what I crave for.
A dream turned to reality.
Now, I live in a distorted dimension.
Where the grey is where I roam,
in an endless whisper.
Can I grasp a second chance in this life,
where all I wanted was to be accepted by someone,
but it's just one mind in the sea of 6.5 billion.
Yet I would stand in the line of fire for that person,
eventhough there's probably another hostile shore I will have to land on.

I Belong To You (New Moon Remix)-Muse