Gotta love it, its so, so dangerous
Gotta love it, its so, so scandalous
Gotta love it, its so, so infectious
Gotta love it, its so, so dangerous
Gotta love it, its so, so serious
Gotta love it, you sense the sarcasm.
if you don't want to die,
you should have never been born;
anna
20071130
20071129
im not a nice person. i do not care for others except the one. i have never wish to do charity, help others, make a difference. i once thought the African crisis was dumb. killing the entire nation would be a good solution to end that problem. their poverty is affecting the world. i hate the news. problems and issues all around the world. im not afraid that this post will get controversial.
but i know i cant die without being nice at least for once..
i have my whole life to try.
-Qamarul Asyraf
but i know i cant die without being nice at least for once..
i have my whole life to try.
-Qamarul Asyraf
20071128
to explain my lethargy,
exercise with the boyfriend [hahhaha!]
and gym with cissy. (which is also quite funny)
a conversation between my mum and i.
Location: Yamaha @ Plaza Singapura
Objective: Survey electric guitars for Dad.
me: so i can go to the saturday gig right?
mum: no.
me: why not?? why?
mum: because...
me: asyraf's going with me. you said as long as he goes with me can right?
mum: so? i don't like you listening to hard rock.
(here, i was like WTF!! that's not even "hard rock". i wanted to tell her it was glam rock although we all know it's not... oh by the way, do you know my mum thinks metallica and iron maiden are satanic? like ZOMG -_-)
me: but why? my friends are performing!!
(here, i start to get hysterical [ get me a hysteric glamour shirt anyone? okay, nevermind] and my phone rings)
i pick up.
psyfool-distorted kids vox: hey anna! i've got the tickets for saturday already and youre the first to get our demo.
anna: oh.. erm.. thanks. so when can you pass it to me? friday?
psyfool: we stay so near... anytime can. so how many tickets you want?
anna: erm... i'm not sure whether i can go...
psyfool: why???!!
anna: erm... call me tonight or meet me online to confirm okay?
psyfool: okay................ please come.
anna: take care bro.
that's so satanic of psyfool. in mum's opinion.
it's because he provides me "first-class tickets" for Minority Outburst.
yes mum.
no mum.
I'M GOING NO MATTER WHAT.
come on, it's Jennifer's last gig till godknowswhen!
this is my first Ragdoll gig! [they've never forgiven me for not attending the rest]
and there's Distorted Kids!
they're so major! they're even known in malaysia!
in fact they're performing there next week!
what if they migrate there?
i won't get to hang out with them!
i'm so fucking ready to get bloody in the moshpit.
ANNA.
ps. imagine if i ask my mum whether i can go to the Slaughterhouse gig. SHEESH.
pss. my mum didn't know electric guitars need amps! whatthehell!
exercise with the boyfriend [hahhaha!]
and gym with cissy. (which is also quite funny)
a conversation between my mum and i.
Location: Yamaha @ Plaza Singapura
Objective: Survey electric guitars for Dad.
me: so i can go to the saturday gig right?
mum: no.
me: why not?? why?
mum: because...
me: asyraf's going with me. you said as long as he goes with me can right?
mum: so? i don't like you listening to hard rock.
(here, i was like WTF!! that's not even "hard rock". i wanted to tell her it was glam rock although we all know it's not... oh by the way, do you know my mum thinks metallica and iron maiden are satanic? like ZOMG -_-)
me: but why? my friends are performing!!
(here, i start to get hysterical [ get me a hysteric glamour shirt anyone? okay, nevermind] and my phone rings)
i pick up.
psyfool-distorted kids vox: hey anna! i've got the tickets for saturday already and youre the first to get our demo.
anna: oh.. erm.. thanks. so when can you pass it to me? friday?
psyfool: we stay so near... anytime can. so how many tickets you want?
anna: erm... i'm not sure whether i can go...
psyfool: why???!!
anna: erm... call me tonight or meet me online to confirm okay?
psyfool: okay................ please come.
anna: take care bro.
that's so satanic of psyfool. in mum's opinion.
it's because he provides me "first-class tickets" for Minority Outburst.
yes mum.
no mum.
I'M GOING NO MATTER WHAT.
come on, it's Jennifer's last gig till godknowswhen!
this is my first Ragdoll gig! [they've never forgiven me for not attending the rest]
and there's Distorted Kids!
they're so major! they're even known in malaysia!
in fact they're performing there next week!
what if they migrate there?
i won't get to hang out with them!
i'm so fucking ready to get bloody in the moshpit.
ANNA.
ps. imagine if i ask my mum whether i can go to the Slaughterhouse gig. SHEESH.
pss. my mum didn't know electric guitars need amps! whatthehell!
20071127
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
let's try this as politely as possible.
please get off my case.
i spend my money as i please.
no, i'm not into drugs and i don't smoke.
no, don't ask questions about my boyfriend or friends.
okay i'm shaking with anger.
FUCK!!!
GET OFF MY FUCKING CASE!!!
EFF-YOU-CEE-KAY!
oh and what the fuck?
Kyle from Destroy the Runner has to return to college now!!!
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
(okay i'm in a really bad mood.)
oh-so-fucking-sincerely,
anna
please get off my case.
i spend my money as i please.
no, i'm not into drugs and i don't smoke.
no, don't ask questions about my boyfriend or friends.
okay i'm shaking with anger.
FUCK!!!
GET OFF MY FUCKING CASE!!!
EFF-YOU-CEE-KAY!
oh and what the fuck?
Kyle from Destroy the Runner has to return to college now!!!
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
(okay i'm in a really bad mood.)
oh-so-fucking-sincerely,
anna
20071126
You Can't Pretend This Is Fiction.
i was supposed to go to the gym with cissy.
but something came up and i went over to boyfriend's.
and then everything went black...
[for the Messe Noire?]
the power went out, i turned on the radio.
the power went out, i turned on the radio.
the power went out,
i heard a voice.
mortui vivos docent,
Sh'tara
ps. go tune your piano please.
but something came up and i went over to boyfriend's.
and then everything went black...
[for the Messe Noire?]
the power went out, i turned on the radio.
the power went out, i turned on the radio.
the power went out,
i heard a voice.
mortui vivos docent,
Sh'tara
ps. go tune your piano please.
Bird of Ill Omen
i welcomed love into my house just now. such fun. such pleasure. pleasure.
oh my.
and so yesterday. yesterday yesterday. i still feel light. light as a feather? oh pls.
to be able to compose that crazy symphony through a stupid Nokia, i didnt think it was wise. you werent there. i felt that i couldnt relate everything to you through a phone.
Mother Teresa- "There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread..."
indeed, there was much hunger. i was ravenous. desire. it was more than a desire. obsessed. mad. i was a lunatic to even feel what i was feeling. i just wanted to give and expect nothing in return. i just wanted possession.
glass door opens. girl comes in. guy looks at her.
then it starts..
"oh hell, i didnt want it to fucking start. what the fuck am i getting into?"
and so i thought.
i didnt want it to stop either. i was sure it would destroy me if it didnt work. i let myself go.
BEGONE. GO. TAKE PLEASURE IN THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
and i bloody did.
i loved. i did it with vigor. i did it for nothing in return. did it just so i'd stay sane because i believe i was gone from myself. i had everything to lose. i hated that place. i found nothing except burning madness. i loved.
i stupidly hoped someone would notice. but that person would pay though (told you im mad). so ultimately, no one can know. even me. that was why i became mad. i knew what it was. and still, i stupidly hoped someone would notice.
i waited. till late. again, i was foolish. who was i to you then? nothing. but you were everything, you still are. i went home alone. cold and hot..
i was happy and mad. bloody mad i was. i knew who i was. what? im numb and cold hearted? i wasnt then. it was pure and complex. it was tainted and simple. it was just that.
but i didnt try to get to know you deep. i was too occupied with the heart in my brain.
you were still ignorant at that point of time. maybe a hint here or there. but you didnt know.
until yesterday..
Sh'tara, i am yours.
-Qamarul Asyraf
oh my.
and so yesterday. yesterday yesterday. i still feel light. light as a feather? oh pls.
to be able to compose that crazy symphony through a stupid Nokia, i didnt think it was wise. you werent there. i felt that i couldnt relate everything to you through a phone.
Mother Teresa- "There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread..."
indeed, there was much hunger. i was ravenous. desire. it was more than a desire. obsessed. mad. i was a lunatic to even feel what i was feeling. i just wanted to give and expect nothing in return. i just wanted possession.
glass door opens. girl comes in. guy looks at her.
then it starts..
"oh hell, i didnt want it to fucking start. what the fuck am i getting into?"
and so i thought.
i didnt want it to stop either. i was sure it would destroy me if it didnt work. i let myself go.
BEGONE. GO. TAKE PLEASURE IN THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
and i bloody did.
i loved. i did it with vigor. i did it for nothing in return. did it just so i'd stay sane because i believe i was gone from myself. i had everything to lose. i hated that place. i found nothing except burning madness. i loved.
i stupidly hoped someone would notice. but that person would pay though (told you im mad). so ultimately, no one can know. even me. that was why i became mad. i knew what it was. and still, i stupidly hoped someone would notice.
i waited. till late. again, i was foolish. who was i to you then? nothing. but you were everything, you still are. i went home alone. cold and hot..
i was happy and mad. bloody mad i was. i knew who i was. what? im numb and cold hearted? i wasnt then. it was pure and complex. it was tainted and simple. it was just that.
but i didnt try to get to know you deep. i was too occupied with the heart in my brain.
you were still ignorant at that point of time. maybe a hint here or there. but you didnt know.
until yesterday..
Sh'tara, i am yours.
-Qamarul Asyraf
20071125
directions?
anyone please, (mainly for iqa aka At)
if you know how to get to bukit batok cc
from bukit batok mrt station please tell me by this week.
because right, khalid the mangkok doesn't know how to get there.
khalid! don't know how to go there how to perform la dey!
if you know how to get to bukit batok cc
from bukit batok mrt station please tell me by this week.
because right, khalid the mangkok doesn't know how to get there.
khalid! don't know how to go there how to perform la dey!
20071124
you don't mean a thing to me.
I'll tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there lived a lady.
She led a passionate life.
Tonight, she died a tragic death.
I promise to never visit her grave. Ever.
(She wove me a sorrow)
Her name I can't remember but i know she was vibrant.
Miserably so.
She carried a double-edged sword and she died.
Just like that.
She was very sick.
One year into her illness, she came out of remission for the third time.
Three times were all they allowed.
Three strikes and you're out.
We can't ask her.
She's dead.
How do you ask someone who's dead?
(My powers can only do so much)
Now I feel so displaced.
Aye, her life was sad.
In loving memory.
Rest In Peace, my dearest friend. [if she ever was one]
let her go anna,
live your life.
thank you boyfriend.
"Bid me lurk where serpents are,
and i will do so without any fear or doubt,
if by doing so,
I can remain the unstained wife of Romeo"
-Shakespeare
spake thy words, ti amo.
and to be so stern with me- khalid.
amen.
Once upon a time, there lived a lady.
She led a passionate life.
Tonight, she died a tragic death.
I promise to never visit her grave. Ever.
(She wove me a sorrow)
Her name I can't remember but i know she was vibrant.
Miserably so.
She carried a double-edged sword and she died.
Just like that.
She was very sick.
One year into her illness, she came out of remission for the third time.
Three times were all they allowed.
Three strikes and you're out.
We can't ask her.
She's dead.
How do you ask someone who's dead?
(My powers can only do so much)
Now I feel so displaced.
Aye, her life was sad.
In loving memory.
Rest In Peace, my dearest friend. [if she ever was one]
let her go anna,
live your life.
thank you boyfriend.
"Bid me lurk where serpents are,
and i will do so without any fear or doubt,
if by doing so,
I can remain the unstained wife of Romeo"
-Shakespeare
spake thy words, ti amo.
and to be so stern with me- khalid.
amen.
20071123
ANNOUNCEMENTS.
1) THAT'S THREE BANDS I'M SUPPORTING NOT FOUR.
2) I'M NOT GOING IF YOU'RE NOT GOING.
3) seems the gig thing is more important than how my "friend" maimed my honesty
yay.
you don't go, i don't go.
& i won't apologise to them,
for what?
i missed all of their gigs this year.
what's another one?
(but i'm fine with it, if you want me to)
i shouldn't post out of anger but i am.
it's anna again.
2) I'M NOT GOING IF YOU'RE NOT GOING.
3) seems the gig thing is more important than how my "friend" maimed my honesty
yay.
you don't go, i don't go.
& i won't apologise to them,
for what?
i missed all of their gigs this year.
what's another one?
(but i'm fine with it, if you want me to)
i shouldn't post out of anger but i am.
it's anna again.
the guitar rift on RE's first original.
four bands i want to support.
(because the members are my friends)
Murder for Revenge,
Distorted Kids,
Jennifer Deathwish,
Ragdoll Epilogue.
their timings are so far apart. sheesh.
okay, that's not what i'm annoyed at.
i'm annoyed at johnny.
yes john, only i would lie about not wanting to meet you guys
and give a silly reason like "IT'S MY MUM'S BIRTHDAY!"
and no, OF COURSE I DON'T CARE SARAH'S LEAVING SOON.
believe me now?
you probably would because you think i'm a pathological liar.
sorry johnny, you only think i'm a liar when my schedule does not parallel yours.
so what i tell you i've to do instead of hanging out with you guys are all LIES.
and you know me for how long?
a whole five years?
THANKS BROTHER.
THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME.
[and Sarah, OF COURSE I FUCKEN CARE.]
what will it take you to believe me?
just like all the times in secondary school john.
i told you i have training every single motherfucking day of the week
and you didn't believe me.
you thought i went to meet my external friends [Ragdoll & company], instead of hanging out with you guys.
now that youre in dragonboat, you know how training schedules are like.
you know you will stop at nothing for a medal.
so you train your balls off for your undying passion.
like hello?
BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.
the reason why i don't hang out with you guys EVERY WEEK is because,
frankly, i'm really sick of your training updates
so i hang out with you guys maybe... once a month?
twice?
like you would realise how your training shit makes me feel rotten.
you've still got a long way to go john,
and i'm not boasting here,
but i believe that my national medal is enough of an evidence?
(oh, i was in the combined schools team as well you know)
so don't talk to me about water training or gym training as if i'm ignorant of all the stuff that goes on there.
in fact, i believe i am the first to excel in water sports in our little cosy FAFE clique?
and don't tell me about your trials and tribulations because frankly, if you're so damn "on" about DB, then keep it to yourself, and grit your teeth like every rower would do.
share the joy?
share what joy?
you know it's making me miserable.
i try to accommodate you guys but i'm tired of it.
i guess i'm not a nice person after all.
all of you poly kids,
i'm really fucken sorry (sarcasm) that i'm not in poly.
2007's going to end and you're still asking me to go to poly?
even in that "joking" manner, which is supposedly your alibi?
(that what you are saying is just a joke?)
you guys know i'm perfectly fine sitting for my a's in two year's time.
tonight is "FAFE's night", since it's a FRIDAY, i know but it really IS my mum's birthday so... till the next time i see you guys.
for the record:
i tried hard not to be venomous and that's the best i can do.
right, so my original entry was not supposed to be about john.
it was supposed to be about the 1st Dec gig.
oh well, the poster is up.
Distorted Kids promised me that i'll be the first to have their demo album when it's released on the 26th, so let's see if Psyfool's words hold true.
ps. it's time i fucking do something about my malay language cus i just found out that i dont understand a kid's collection of stories regarding the 25 Prophets. does that show how sucky my malay is now?
sometimes i'm not so delicate,
ANNA.
20071121
youre only worth what you can pay.
I LOVE PINK SPIDERS.
I LOVE PURCELLS.
I LOVE BOYFRIEND.
boyfriend's homemade sandwiches/ burgers,
poptarts,
salmon spread
and lots and lots of mineral water.
heavens ablaze in our eyes,
we're standing still in time,
with the blood on our hands as the wine,
we offer as sacrifice.
pleasures; shatter, blind.
Anna the Fey & Delicate Child.
I LOVE PURCELLS.
I LOVE BOYFRIEND.
boyfriend's homemade sandwiches/ burgers,
poptarts,
salmon spread
and lots and lots of mineral water.
heavens ablaze in our eyes,
we're standing still in time,
with the blood on our hands as the wine,
we offer as sacrifice.
pleasures; shatter, blind.
Anna the Fey & Delicate Child.
20071120
ive got soo much "stuff" in my head now.
oh my, i wonder what they are.
so pure..
so innocent..
whoppeee.
home's a bitch. stupid thing to disclose really. so i shant elaborate.
i need to get my portfolio done fast. and freaking do it proper. like some people, anyhow apply, never do portfolio and think they can just talk their way through the audition.
"oh please sir, i'l do my freaking best. i can be the figure drawing model if you want me to sir. *does a lapdance*..."
thats so amusing, sorry im getting dirty. stupid wiki.
i have alot to blog about now. you guys wont be interested. trust me, you wont be. heh.
off to LJ now.
patience love.
-Qamarul Asyraf
oh my, i wonder what they are.
so pure..
so innocent..
whoppeee.
home's a bitch. stupid thing to disclose really. so i shant elaborate.
i need to get my portfolio done fast. and freaking do it proper. like some people, anyhow apply, never do portfolio and think they can just talk their way through the audition.
"oh please sir, i'l do my freaking best. i can be the figure drawing model if you want me to sir. *does a lapdance*..."
thats so amusing, sorry im getting dirty. stupid wiki.
i have alot to blog about now. you guys wont be interested. trust me, you wont be. heh.
off to LJ now.
patience love.
-Qamarul Asyraf
anthrax on a bar of chocolate.
it's time for me to grow up,
but i plan to grow up when i complete my studies at the university.
hell no,
guess what?
i have to grow up now.
right now.
i wish i was five again.
*rolls eyes
expectations.
what the fuck?
and having friends = too troublesome for me
because i may offend my lethal.
[so swing from a rope if you dare.]
ive got my bitchy cissy next year.
i hope i survive 07a1's fucking piranhas next year.
that's one body that will never be found,
anneee.
now i dont mind how God has made us.
because im a vampire,
and you fucking tramps suck.
ps. a warning, i'll probably update more than qam.
but i plan to grow up when i complete my studies at the university.
hell no,
guess what?
i have to grow up now.
right now.
i wish i was five again.
*rolls eyes
expectations.
what the fuck?
and having friends = too troublesome for me
because i may offend my lethal.
[so swing from a rope if you dare.]
ive got my bitchy cissy next year.
i hope i survive 07a1's fucking piranhas next year.
that's one body that will never be found,
anneee.
now i dont mind how God has made us.
because im a vampire,
and you fucking tramps suck.
ps. a warning, i'll probably update more than qam.
20071119
because the drugs never work.
i am home.
my solo study session failed.
one and a half paragraphs of the international history holiday assignment.
stoned at starbucks.
it rained.
i abandoned my study plan and headed to the apple centre at wheelocks
to service my ipod.
brandon the second is a wanker.
last week, he couldn't be detected when connected to the pc.
this week, he didn't play for me any songs.
wanker.
well, it's okay now.
now i'm off to cook my second bowl of maggie noodles.
it is official,
I CAN COOK!
amen.
anna, anna, anna
my solo study session failed.
one and a half paragraphs of the international history holiday assignment.
stoned at starbucks.
it rained.
i abandoned my study plan and headed to the apple centre at wheelocks
to service my ipod.
brandon the second is a wanker.
last week, he couldn't be detected when connected to the pc.
this week, he didn't play for me any songs.
wanker.
well, it's okay now.
now i'm off to cook my second bowl of maggie noodles.
it is official,
I CAN COOK!
amen.
anna, anna, anna
this is called, DOMINATION!!
DRUMS..
GUITARS..
SHREDS..
YEEAARRGGGHHH!!!
omfg, i miss moshing. gig moshing (and our moshing love, heh). damn.
i need a fucking job to pay for fucking stuff.
just called Kinokuniya, the lady on the phone was deaf. sheesh.
me: Q-A..
lady: sorry, i cant hear you.
me: Q, as in Q for Quilt. A for America..
lady: what is it? T-U-A..?
me (thinking): wtf! im not TUAMARUL!!
me: no miss, its Q-A-M-A-R-U-L
lady: ahh yes ok.
me: *audible sigh*
very fruitful conversation.
now im waiting for chubby to get home.
lalala.
-Qamarul asyraf (and thats Q, not T-U-A)
20071118
*trumpets and horns
grand opening siolk.
imagine ants with guns. omg, destruction, mayhem, chaos.
well, we decided to delete our blogs and merge. our blogs got married. oh jolly.
a bloody venomous and frigid note from us: FUCKING FUCK OFF IF YOU HATE US. dont fucking bother to read further than this sentence. hope you fucking die.
well, thats a good friendly start.
sexy la you.
heh.
-Qamarul Asyraf
imagine ants with guns. omg, destruction, mayhem, chaos.
well, we decided to delete our blogs and merge. our blogs got married. oh jolly.
a bloody venomous and frigid note from us: FUCKING FUCK OFF IF YOU HATE US. dont fucking bother to read further than this sentence. hope you fucking die.
well, thats a good friendly start.
sexy la you.
heh.
-Qamarul Asyraf
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