I wish Infant Sorrow was a real band. Sigh.
Do you still remember The Moffatts? (: Well, I do I do! Hahaha I still remember this band like when I was 6? Me, my sister and my bro was A HUGE FAN! Mhmm, beside The Moffatts, We were a BIG FAN of Westlife, 98 Degree, Boyzone, Backstreet Boys, Vengaboys (?) Hahaha, I know! :p and tidak ketinggalan Linkin Park juga ;p
I don't care who you areWhere you're fromWhat you didAs long as you love meWho you areWhere you're fromDon't care what you did
As long as you love me
I miss you like crazyEven more than words can sayI miss you like crazyEvery minute of every dayGirl I'm so downWhen your love's not around
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
Hahaha, good times. Good times!I miss you like crazy
But if I let you goI will never knowWhat my life would beHolding you close to meWill I ever seeYou smiling back at me
How will I know
If I let you go
Eversince I was a child, I imagined drawing chronicles of the endeavors and phases I go through in life. The first inspirational ignition was from Calvin and Hobbes when I read them as a child, which tells the highly imaginative days of Calvin and his tiger friend Hobbes, which is actually a stuffed toy. Then when I moved back to Malaysian shores it was Mohammad Nor Khalid's(more commonly known as Lat) Kampung Boy, an autobiography of his earlier life as a child living in a traditional Malaysian kampung. When I reached my teens I watched American Splendor, where Paul Giamatti portrayed Harvey Pekar, who writes an autobiographical underground comic book by the same title as the movie.
And now, on the verge of turning 19, my last year of wild nights and constant procrastination before I hit the big double O and all this teenage illusion of security will be shattered by life's cold harsh reality, I finished Blankets; a book I've been meaning to read since the first time I laid eyes on it at Izzy's place a few years ago. Blankets is an illustrated novel by Craig Thompson, a coming-of-age autobiography.
Thompson has said that the novel grew out of a simple idea: "to describe what it feels like to sleep next to someone for the first time". It is named as one of the Top Ten Graphic Novels of All Time by Time Magazine. Indeed it is as good as Izzy's hype about it. It's around 500 pages plus long but it's actually a short read, almost only half as long as The Perks of Being A Wallflower if this book was written in text. In fact I finished it in around two hours plus. But the illustration in this book is just amazing, in my opinion.
And the messages it gives to the readers, some direct, some metaphorical, some just blindingly beautiful. After reaching the last page, I was even more determined to do my own Calvin and Hobbes, Kampung Boy, American Splendor and Blankets one day. In the meantime...
And perhaps the day might come, when I'll draw my own Blankets.
Sssup! The big day is approx. 11 days away, and I'm here.. on Tweetdeck toying with @8ball_ for life's puzzling things (me, Bojan Krkic, marriage) and blaming a headache for halting the alleged "break out the History books!" plan. Things have been rather dandy lately, albeit rather faggish of how my happiness rate is at right now, I am.. that. I ain't batshit panicking over the exams because I just can't. It's my inner Ghandi. My inner Ghandi also expires every weekend/mid-week when there is football.. the outward screaming and haphazard body movements (in reflex to anger/euphoria) gives me away. Chelsea take on the Mancs (in red, not pastel blue) on the 8th-- no commentaries/pre-match write-up, but I leave you with this. Chelsea, 2-1. Keep the blue flag flying high, my Blue-clad lads!
come be in my dreams
Why is december taking so loooooong? ): I might be working soon. Pray things work out... I really need the cash.
I've got a few things left to clean out so go HERE
like a studded white blazer and some other dresses I don't wear
ok bye
13 goals, 9 assists in the Premier League. Single-handledly won us vs. Atletico.
Fuck all else-- thank God, YOU stayed.
Go forth and fill your libraries with media.
Seriously, thanks to everyone for being so amazing and patient. You are the reason I love Vox.
When a horse falls, foam comes out of it's mouth. When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash, and the horse is no good, so somebody shoots it. The horse turns into glue. A machine puts the glue into bottles and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out and stick bits of paper onto cards. Glue gets on the children's hands, and the children eat the glue....and the children become the horse.
- Tracey Burkowitz
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