Mental Space-Time Continuum
my mother's refusal to repair our wrecked computer has led to me to live off other people's computers to update. yes, right now, i'm using Elsa's Compaq EvoN1000v with an elusive wireless connection to update.
the events that are happening before me now are somewhat intriguing. a social norm, mayhap, amongst the femmes of us homosapiens. subjects A and B, well, let's not get too cold, Jacqueline and Elsa, are participating in some sort of peculiar ritual where fabrics shaped in various forms and patterns with an abundance of colours are being exchanged and donned. references to the database indicate that such rituals are performed at the prepubescent stages of a female's life. it is testimony to the fact of the female's biological desire to seek co-operation among peers. it is believed this ritual is known amongst the females as "dress-up". the form of "dress-up" i am currently observing is a more advanced form, which involves the taking of photographs which have a high probability of being shared amongst other femmes or perhaps, hommes as well.
forgive me. i was trying to sound like a cyborg version of Sir Richard Attenborough. sorry if that sounded a bit sexist; i was just bored and did that out of pure random-lame-nity. so please, don't SUE me. i've had ENOUGH of people threatening me with slander after reading the contents of my blog. i believe the solution is simple: if you don't like what you're reading, DON'T READ IT.
anyway, i have totally wasted one entire week and one day of the holidays doing absolutely nothing productive or beneficial to my preparation for my exams. so what's new huh. hee. my entire consciousness was simply drifting in the mental space-time continuum, dissipating into the vastness of billions of consciouses [if there is such a thing]. oh boy, it's happening again.
well, Werd's first gig of the year on the 14th of June at the Black Box at Fort Canning. PLEASE COME IF YOU CAN TO SUPPORT S AND OTHER BANDS THANK YOU!!!!!! we're most probably playing "The Singer" and some other cover song that is tentatively "Cigarette" by Yellowcard. why tentative? well, the gig is the climatic end to some anti-smoking campaign, so. i guess a song which shares a title with the very thing the campaign is against isn't a very suitable choice. but it's nice! so we'll see.
seriously, my mind is devoid of thought or anything worth harbouring in my brain cells. i feel so non-existant. also, i have this very frightening apathy towards my exams. at least i my flesh wasn't as weak back when the dreaded O's came. but this time, i don't even lift a finger or glance at my books. i just sleep and sleep and sleep or surrender my mind to the television. certainly what i need now. and gaysery is rearing it's ugly head again.
oh well, enough of that. time to rave about something.
i know! My Chemical Romance. they have reignited my dance with emo. punk/ska beats, melded with hot riffs and chords with Metal influnces and bossanova takes with raw, engaging vocals by Gerard Way, and the two harmonising guitarists, Ray and Frank. seriously, these guys are talented. the good friends of The Used sing about and most probably are themselves, anti-heroes in love. coolness! i like every song in Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge but my current favourites are "Helena", "To The End", "Ghost of You", "Thank You For The Venom", "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" and "The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You".
oh, i ALSO want to rave about Liverpool, CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE.
it was another night for the boys of ACFC to converge, have a ball with an XBOX, watch the final and skip school. this time, TWO XBOX stations were set up, thanks to Lan and his blue XBOX. one had WE8 on it, while i played DOOM 3 [which scared the shit out of me] on the other one.
well, before the match, to mentally prepare myself for the disappointment of Liverpool losing, i kept telling myself that Liverpool would lose. That way, i wouldn't have that much of a shock if they DID lose. Dom [the bloody convert] thought that i had no faith in my team but KENNETH knew very well why i said they we're going to lose. i guess only TRUE Liverpool fans understand.
the match couldn't have started in any worse way. Maldini volleyed home the corner and i thought my mental preparation would come to good use in the end. but deep inside, i had been stabbed. when Crespo hit another 2 in, i was distraught as hell and decided to watch the remainder of the match with a half-awake mind; i dozed off. Dom woke me up with his exclamations when Gerrard scored Liverpool's first goal. it was a quality header no doubt, the captain showing why his name is Steven Gerrard. he was fired up after the goal but still, i kept to my mental preparation, as false hope at this stage would bring a much bigger disappointment if the score-line remained as it was. "consolation goal" i thought. but then, 2 minutes later, Smicer fired home a beautiful grounder. it was strange, the moment he lifted his leg, you could kind of tell that it was going to be a goal. it was one of those destiny goals, written in fate's script. then, the penalty. my heart momentarily stopped when Dida saved it and when the ball hit the roof of the net after Alonso's follow-up effort, i was on my feet, all fired up. Dom, Kenneth and I watched with hope. but by then, after such a remarkable comeback, you'd just think, maybe the cup is Liverpool's no matter what happened. The penalty shootout was the most drama-packed one i have ever watched, very much like the one in the game between England and Portugal in the Euro 2004 cup. this game was won with a save, not a goal and that's what made it so special. we were dancing when Dudek made that magic save - which was still not as magical as that double-save against Shevchencko. elation at it's purest.
the aftermath of the match was testimony to the fact that Liverpool fans are the best in the world. i wore a Liverpool Jersey everytime i went out for the next few days after the final and everytime i saw a fellow Liverpudlian, we would pump our fists in the air and exclaim, "YEAH! LIVERPOOL!" once, i was walking past a car at a zebra crossing and the driver, after seeing my jersey, wound down his window after he turned and shouted, "LIVERPOOL! YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!" it was so heartwarming. i swear, i love Liverpool FC more and more each day. Probably the best club in the world. watch out for next season, when the changes will be bring more glory to Anfield. ah, Anfield. i SO have to go there before they move to Stanley Park.
hmm.
"Light up
Light up
As if you have a charge"
# posted by J.FO @ 6:45 pm