FYI.

Actually, there is a blog post I've been holding back since, well, last month.

It's a taboo subject, and it's basically my in-depth thought about it, since I'm now part of it.

But for the sake of keeping my reputation pure, I'll keep it confidential till I deem it safe enough to post, while still not lose the trust of a few good friends.

If you wanna read about it though, give me a nudge. I'll think about considering first though.

Cheers.

Just pretend I'm dead.

Well hello there. It's been awhile hasn't it? Yeah, as you can see, I'm a class-A procrastinator. I've been wanting to update this dusty blog of mine, but every night it's "I'll do it tomorrow" and so on so for forth. But well, since I'm procrastinating my schoolwork, I can't be procrastinating with two things now, can I? That's just not fair. So let me update on what I've been up to.

Cue dramatic music.


What's new? School is back, that's for sure. Week 2's down, yo. Remember when I said "gah 7 weeks, what am I going to do?!".. well that 7 weeks just flew faster than Lewis Hamilton on the Singapore F1 Circuit. Before you know it, all of us were due back to school. And days prior were just as shitty.

The break was a feel good drag. I've done a lot during that 7 weeks, and it more less left a smile on my face. Only to leave me a little moody during the aftermath. I managed to go out with someone , took part in a theatrical production, played covers with Rachie :3, aaaaaaaannd spent more than $500 in less than hour on musical instruments and equipment. Huzzah. MLIA.

Oh and I even found out that I had a Spongebob green packet from Hari Raya!

AWESOME! \m/

So anyways, on the last week of the break we got our time table. I knew there was something fishy. Who would have thought, a whole school of it would swim through us. Night-classes are cool and all, but it's not cool to have a "Non-Media-Related" module end at 10pm, only to be followed by another NRM on 9am the next morning. When they said Semester 1 was a honeymoon, they weren't kidding. It doesn't help that the lecturer is a douchebag either. But, eventually, it'll grow on us. We have to move on and continue living. So shut the fuck up and let's work on our 4.0 GPAs.



Speaking of GPAs, I got a 3.167. There, I won't elaborate anymore on that.
Done.

So Semester 2 is running, and it's been okay for the most, except for Tuesdays of course. Some modules are more fun than others, and for our very first assignment from our PEM, Mr. Shariff (it's actually the first time we are interacting with him since SBM Orientation), was to make an introduction of ourselves through new media. And well, almost immediately, I had an idea in mind. After some scriptwriting and a day of production. This was what I came up with.

Enjoy watching me selling myself our for humor.

Of course, only Media Studies people might get half the jokes there. Inside jokes ftw.

So okay enough of school. Yesterday was Halloween. I didn't do shit, and it was a Saturday night. A dark and stormy Saturday night (how fitting). The first Saturday that I actually stayed home all day. It was weird, and I felt sad. Why? Everyone else had to rub it in by posting their Halloween party pics on Facebook. Sadface. Oh wells. At least the guys hosted an epic TF2 match. It made my day.

SO THERE. I MANAGED TO UPDATE THIS GOD-DAMNED WEBSITE. Awesome Ballzzzzzz. Now let me go back to playing Borderlands. This game is sick, yo. (sick as in good)

Rachie and Luqqie - "Everytime"

enjoy.

For the record, it's just a joke.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh ouch.

Freaking Driver.

So I was going home today. From a nice day out with friends, and a really nice ending to the night that lifted my mood more than any of this week. I was walking home from the station. Minding my own business. Listening to my songs, while mouthing the lyrics silently to myself. I was about to take the staircase, I took a quick glance and saw my dad's car. Alright cool, fine. Then I realized, there was a friggin' taxi parked disturbingly close to it.

My first thought was that, "Okay, so maybe there's a guy waiting" because that spot is usually taken by people who are temporarily pausing their vehicles to await someone. But, the driver isn't present in that taxi. Shit. My dad is so going to be pissed off if he sees this.

I mean c'mon look at this:

my dad's car is the black (almost invisible one)

Take a look at that, and tell me that taxi isn't disturbingly close to my dad's car. It's parked at a very dangerous angle, and it totally blocked my dad's car from exiting the spot. What an ignorant bastard.

For all I know, he could have made contact with my dad's car and scratch it. But that's the least of my concerns. Thing is, my dad is taking the nigh shift for his job and he's supposed to leave in about an hour later (yes I did came home late, sue me). I can't imagine the rage he would go into when he finds his car in this position and he has to get to work on time.

He would have probably roared his lungs out in the empty parking lot and hunt down the bastard, and strangle him with his own bare hands.

It's scary to see how ignorant and inconsiderate people can be. Can't you leave your vehicle elsewhere and not block others? Didn't it ever occurred to you that perhaps the driver of that vehicle you're blocking might need to use it soon? I mean c'mon, I know the parking lot is full and all, but find somewhere else that won't hamper with anyone's personal space.



Fortunately, the taxi driver drove off in the nick of time, just when my dad was leaving home. I did alert my dad about the situation though. He wasn't too pleased to hear about it either.

Either way, I managed to take down the plate number of the taxi - SHB5334Z.
In the event that perhaps there are scratches or damages on my dad's car, I haz evidence to whom the culprit is.

Courtesy people. I thought Singapore is supposed to be filled with it. Apparently not.

I haz wood. lawl.

Wanna see my wood?
It's hard.
And I just played with it.
It's fun!



Lawl, innuendos aside, I meant drum stick. Aha. It is made of wood, and .. it's hard. (Hurr...) I got it randomly from Bras Basah, and with the suggestion of Andrea because well 1) I needed drum sticks for jamming, and 2) the one she took out looked cool.

I never really had a chance to utilize it though. For 2 months it just stayed in my room. From time to time, I'd pick it up and do air drums just to get the feel of it and practice my sense of rhythm. But what's the point of that? Instead, I began trying to bang on some random stuff. That only made my mum mad. What, I can't even practice drums now? Okay fine, I was banging those stuff at 2am in the morning. Point taken.

It was an awesome looking pair of drum sticks! It was black with hot pink gradient at the top. Okay, I know that sounds totally gay, but when you look at it, it does look cool! Fo' shizzle.

But yesterday I went jamming, and finally got it to use. After the first few songs, I was shocked to find out that that my drum sticks have officially been ... ravaged. By the end of the session, this is what's left.

Nice wood, eh?

Lol, I never thought it would ever end up like this. I'm never buying coloured drum sticks ever again. But Luqman, you over caring newbie of a musician, they're just cheap drum sticks, and making it all damaged like that is good, like battle scars proving that you've been practicing a lot!

Well, for you experienced drummers, you know this a normal thing. But I'm still an amateur, so cut me some slack for being sentimental on my first pair of sticks. I'm sure you felt the same thing for your first pair of sticks.

It still works fine, but it doesn't look cool to bring it on stage and play with it anymore. Sadface.


Oh, Word of advice. Never start something you know you probably wouldn't stop. That is all. Remember when I said I quit? Apparently I suck. Now I feel bad for doing so. You probably know what I mean. Puff.

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

As of now, I've been awake for almost 30 hours straight. My head hurts. I refuse to sleep. I'm not taking any chances hampering my bio-clock. I'll hit the sack in 2 hours time perhaps.

Why? I've just seen epic shit that will probably live as a vivid memory to all who had partake in the events of last night. I was merely a witness. It was fun enough.

Watching your friends in a state of delusion, confusion, and a little touch of madness is hilarious and all, but also leaves you an impression on them. It doesn't necessarily have to be a bad one. It's fascinating and entertaining.

I had a class chalet. The point of the chalet was to bond the class together and have fun together. You can say that's more or less accomplished.

It was a freaking fun night. We went swimming, played street soccer (literally), and the highlight of the night was the late night/early morning drinking session.

I didn't had a touch of liquor. My reasons as to why is strictly religious, so don't call me out as a pussy, you fuck face. Those who did took a major toll on themselves. It was entertaining to watch them. Watching them rambling on things that affected their lives. The people around them. How they're feeling. It was a high point in their lives, literally. The hours passed as they try to regain control of themselves and all I could do is sit back, take a smoke, watch, comfort them and mingle with the other sobers.

Before long, day break and everything was back to normal.

Oh and yes. I smoked. Nothing wrong with that. People have always smoked around me, so why not just give in. 'Sides, everyone's doing something out of the ordinary, might as well do something. But don't worry, as of 6am that morning, I officially kicked the habit. Aha.

It was a great fun, and the morning after was filled with simple conversations and long silences. After that, getting home was a bitch.

Guys, let's do it again. Pretty awesome, I must say. I wouldn't have it any other way.