Food. Friends. Fun.

Aha. Today was good. Our klass had a barbeque party at the beach. God, food was everywhere. And I ate quite a lot, too. We really had fun, though. Laughing and joking around. Kooking the chicken, sausages. Yea, the party was good for the food and friends and fun.

Hypertoni//K

We studied Biology for night klass tonight. We were given exam paper and she told us to answer it. And so I answered it, though I didn't get all the questions answered. And after about 20 minutes, I think, she told us to hand her the papers so she kould check them. I'd had no idea she wanted to do that. And so we gave her the papers and when she was checking mine, hell, she kommented about my spellings- my K's, obviously. She lektured about me being playful and not serious in answering the questions and how I'd get the answers all wrong in real exam if I still do that. Yeah, some people think I'm being playful when I use K instead of C in my writings. They're wrong. I'm not being playful. It's part of who I am. This is me, whether it looks wrong or ridikulous to you.

UNLEASH THE BEAST

I TRIED LISTENING TO SOME METAL SOUNDS, THE HARDEST I KOULD FIND, TO MOVE ME FROM MY PENSIVE STATE, AND I THINK IT WORKED. BUT NOW, IT'S ALMOST UNBEARABLE; IT'S SKREAMING INSIDE AND I NEED TO LET IT OUT. I NEED TO UNLEASH THIS ROARING BEAST AND EXPLODE MYSELF; ROAR, BURNING THE ATMOSPHERE AROUND ME WITH THIS UNKNOWN FEELING THAT SLOWLY MORPHS ITSELF FROM THE PREVIOUS LIFELESS STATE INTO SOMETHING THAT'S NOT ANGER, BUT BURNING, BEATING.

Hold Your Fire

People have been moving faster. Racing against time in reaching the perfekt kondition to fight whatever battle they're battling soon. But I'm still here. Living my life like usual. Aha. Don't let yourself fall into what you hate, monkey. Don't force yourself; have fun and let things go the way they do.

Hybrid Theory

I always find myself in pensive mood these days. At skool, mostly. With me staring blankly at some point, emotionless look on my face, some friends even think I'm in bad mood. No, I'm just sleepy. Bored. Tired. Wanting to have a break.

Stop.

But it's skreaming inside. I need to always listen to something fast, hard, beating. And Linkin Park, their old sounds, satisfy that need.

Evolution

Zoology : How Humans Evolve Into Rules Abiding Dogs

Triple X Day

I followed the four of my family to Mom's kompany's family day in Kuala Terengganu yesterday, Saturday. We'd aktually already been in Dungun since the previous night so we kould start travelling earlier to Kuala Terengganu. The family day was quite okay. We aktually participated in treasure hunt and jigsaw puzzle kontest; getting ourselves real sweaty, though we won nothing. But the event management really sucked, though. They didn't prepare any brunch, except for the plain bread, and wouldn't let people have the lunch until the VIPs were done with their little golf game. Fuck them. But we had it anyway, after sick of waiting.

We reached Dungun at 4 and had some rest before my aunt, who just got back from KT too, akkompanying her kindergarten kids, kalled home and told Emperor to send her quickly to hospital. She was in pain from her stomak problem, which later rekognised as gallstone. They spent about 2 hours at the hospital while I was at home with my sister and an another aunt. So we decided to take off to Kemaman after Maghrib, and we did at about 8. It had been stormy since that evening, but it was raining just drizzly when we were on our way home. It was at Paka; the road was wet and when a kar beside us ran through the water, it splashed and startled the driver of a kar in front of us. I saw the kar's sudden stop and DANG! No, we didn't hit it; it was us who got hit in the back. It's usual for me to think about accident every time we're on a journey and when that happened, I felt a sudden relief that it was just a hit, and nothing more serious. We stopped to inspekt the damage and together with the middle-aged kouple who accidentally hit us, we turned back to Dungun's police    station to lodge a police report. I'm grateful that we hadn't been injured, though there's some problem with the kar's back bumper and its alarm system. But still, Emperor and Mom dealt nicely with the kouple; Mom and the middle-aged woman were having a warm konversation as we were waiting for Emperor to settle the report, outside the police station. And so we spent another night at Granny's and got back here only this afternoon.

It was a chain of events. But I'm surprised that I kan take it easily- ah, it was nothing serious.

KHM CXXVII : Der Eisenofen

"... the thing is to find a truth which is true to me, to find the idea for which I kan live and die."
- Soren Kierkegaard, letter to Peter Wilhelm Lund, August 31, 1835.

I always find myself in a state which I always want to express myself out, looking for something in which I kan relate myself to. A reason of why I'm doing something; reasons to satisfy my aktions; a purpose. A statement to show my existence. No- it's up to them whether or not they should identify me, but I know, I klearly do, that I'm alive. I'm here, konspiring my own mind to kontrol my own life.

CXXVII

: Remastered



Unborn Child : Remastered

 Appreciating things from time kapsule.

: Driven

I kut the extra klass today for my first driving lesson. Yeah. The driving lesson. It started out quite good; the instruktor asked me to drive out of the driving institute right away. Well, it was my first time so yeah, I sucked a little bit at klutch. There were a few fucked moments at traffik lights and it got a bit worse when I was driving in the institute; the hill, the parking sites and all. The instruktor is someone from my family - my unkle's father-in-law, to be exakt - so it helped me quite much to ask him things about driving. Ah, damn. I did suck and I expekt I'd do so again when it's time for me to drive alone without the instruktor beside. Ugh.