Dark May Days II

And the Dark May Days, the days of war, shall kome. A war against the murderer of my own freedom and future. Without shield I'll fight, and without shield I'll win. Bekause it's not viktory that I'm seeking for but revenge; revenge against ekspektations on me. And the freedom ahead. And when all this ends, freedom shall be mine.

Misfortunate Tuesdays

Tuesday of last week, I got kaught and shaven to humilliation, again, by the Reaper. Well, it's my sekond time so I didn't get much frustrated like I had the first time. And as if that wasn't enough, now, today, I got issued a ticket from the traffik kop. It was when I just reached the shop building where I usually park my engine. Some of us don't park inside the school bekause we don't want to pull the vehikle bekause that's what you have to do when you enter the school area. Back to this morning, I just reached and got off my motorcykle when the god damn kop with his big motorbike kame and stopped behind me. He asked for my licence and I just gave it to him, with the most innocent face I always wear when I kome to a roadblock. Hell it didn't just work. He then checked all around my vehikle, for any illegal things, obviously, and fuck, there it was. No, it aktually WASN'T there; my hind 'P' sticker. Oh fuck. He didn't say anything at all; he just turned to his motorbike and put out some papers and I knew I was getting a ticket. Shit. Aktually, I don't mind paying the fucking kops; it's their job after all; to find extra money, but it's my licence that matters. I'm afraid it'd affekt my marks and my licence would get suspended. Ugh. But at least, Emperor is just fine with this. He even asked me whether I questioned the kop about this and told me to do so when I go to pay the fine. He really hates police; "They're just taking advantage on school students. They're just desperate on money!" Erk. Well, we all hate dogs, don't we?

Garage Rock Revival

I went to Bundle Kemaman yesterday to take a look on the tee's they got there and maybe get myself one, since I have some extra money I got from Emperor. One by one, every single of them I'd checked and nothing had kaught my intention but a dirt kolour tee's with TEXAS and LONGHORNS written on it along with a black bullhead between the two words. It was pretty but I decided to look at the pants before some black jeans kaught me. I was just checking, though, but there was a pair of 33 in size and I tried it and it fitted. It was a black, straight-kut Wrangler and it was pretty. And it was sold for $15 and I knew I shouldn't just let that go. It looks perfektly well on me. Haha.

I diskovered a new band today, after going through a reading about post-grunge bands in Wikipedia. Hell. It's THE VINES. They used to do kovers from Nirvana and they now sound much like The Strokes, though the vokalist got Asperger Syndrome. Ha ha.
Rekommended - "Winning Days" ( ( ( d[- -,]b ) ) )

Ocean City

Definitely a pleasure.
Yesterday evening I went to the beach with my aunt's motorcykle. There's nothing special with the beach there except that it is way longer than Monica Bay. People were everywhere along the beach; flying kites, playing beach sokker, fishing. It was indeed a happening evening. I decided to stop for awhile on my way back after going to the far end of it; I didn't get off of my wheels at first. But the sand looked so appealing I walked nearer to get on it. I just sat there and let the breeze wash over me. There weren't many people at the spot; the klosest was a kouple and they were far enough from me. Then there I lay, with hands under my head. Damn. It was so relaxing to listen to the waves krashing the beach, to feel the breeze, to smell the salty air; there was nothing but a peaceful pleasure. I knew this was home. A place where I should kome again. A place where I should always be. And I got back to Granny's only after 7 PM. I would've just kamped there, were it possible. Heh.
I'm home again. This home, here where I grow. But I'm looking forward to going to Doong-goon again. [~~.]