Bedtime Ranting

I've got a passion for ranting. So I'll promise to try and minimize the use of the F-word in my rants, bad habit anyway.

No matter where I look I'll find blog with pictures showing what was bought, done, damned camwhore pictures with the same damn pose and cursed toilet mirror pictures. How bout taking a picture of yourself pissing next time?


Since I'm procrastinating my Add Math homework and BM essay, I'll be touching on the issue of today's band formers.
Not string quartets or brass bands or percussion bands, but a more cliché band. It's usually made up of one drum kit, a bass guitar, 2-5 guitars and a lead vocalist along with one or two backups.

The guitar is actually a pretty interesting instrument, but once it gets overglorified...

Out of the many types of guitars, acoustic, classical, electric, bass, rhythmic and their sub-classes; perhaps the most overplayed and overglorified one the the electric guitar.

Any instrument in the hands of a good player will sound great. But it seems when you play something "complicated" on the e-guitar which is basically a flurry notes not even you can hear, people still get impressed. Take your "guitar solos" back to the stone age you steaming cockroaches.

Also known to most music players is that the electric guitar is easy when you aren't going into the technical work. Some idiot went up Seafield's stage last year and played a nondescript albeit feelingless extract of Canon in D. Single notes.

The bloody idiots clap and whoop at that.

When a guitar professional looks upon normal performances with approval and bloody AWE, then you clap and whoop.


I'm stuck in a class with lots o' ass kissers and retards (oh wait the retards are all around).

Dare deny sucking up? Didn't it look like it? The smug look on their faces... You people bending over....

I Warned You

The term "asshole" is a funny thing.
You've got to wonder if you are one sometime.

It's funny how only people who don't really know you but stupidly think they do would think of calling you arrogant. Unless of course you fall into one of the 3 criteria:

1) You have a thing called auto-boast
2) You think you're better than everyone else.
3) You think no one and nothing can contradict/disprove your beliefs or theories etc.

Funny also how people who actually know you well and when they start assuming stuff about you or hear some fucking rumor and then they think you're all screwed up.

Got to hand it to these kinda people. I really love it when I can mock them in silence for being a retard while these "friends" and ex-friends act like the guy who is inches away from them is not there.

I am going to start publishing names of people who try to fuck with me until further notice.

Tzi Ying, I really am impressed how you wait till Wei Jean has gone before you act like I'm there and start talking to me.

Oh sure, I get over stuff, big and small; but I don't easily forget.

Groucho expressivo

Fogged Up Reflection

I sometimes wonder why I bother to link people whose blogs I wouldn't recommend reading or I don't even touch myself. Sometimes I wonder if I hold too much pride for myself, or maybe it's others who have no pride or honour who see all of mine and start gossiping.

I find it funny that I sometimes can't wait to see the future. What will I be when I'm 20+? What will be of the people I see? Often I tell myself that most of them will become nothing special, cause I know for a fact people who purely memorize are worthless post-SPM.

I admit, I'm not the best person in the world; even Seafield. But I'm too often overlooked, over-belittled as well. Sure, look for me whenever you've got a question about English or the sciences, but will you come to me for reasons other than that you need something only I can offer?

I've never really bothered about school marks. I don't even care that I'm going to lose out on tons of marks because I'm refusing to do my Moral assignments or my History homework. It's not disinterest, it's not a real subject the way I'm taught it.

Why is it that people always say you should follow your dream, go for your passion; but you always end up having to submit to parental pressure, "the system" and fucking society?

In short, what I want to say is: When society is against you, show society you are a hundred times their worth and send their sorry asses to hell.

Bohemian Ouverture

Of songs and poems,
On harp and mandolin.
Travel far we do,
At fancy and whim.

For trivial matters of the world we care not;
Living a free life is enough.
To the horizon people look
And they will see,
Me and my love dancing
To my music, her melody.

Inert morality, puts us above rules,
But abide and respect the law we do.
Ethics and honour we praise,
But pray not speak the greatest sin's name.

At the dawn of twilight
Look upon the highest hill.
See us be merry,
And long for freedom you forsook
Long ago, beyond yonder.
Melancholic.

"You're the wind beneath my wings..."

I saw this line on the 4B blackboard when I went to borrow a lab coat.

I couldn't help myself.
Wrote these words beneath it:

"and you're the bullet in mine."

I respect Dominique for still believing that holidays shouldn't include work, even after graduating and getting married.

And that includes home-WORK you teachers.


I really don't want to keep complaining about the sucky subjects. (albiet with sucky teachers except Doris who makes EST actually bearable)

Apparently stress is the new fad for Seafield Form 4's.

And the "head up in the clouds" band formers are back.

Kudos to you for having so much time left in this world.

Hate Me Already?

FCUK

What a way to begin a rant.

Damn my computer, taking 20 mins to load only the desktop, running incredibly slow and not being able to connect to the Internet despite the taskbar icon stating it's connected.


Maybe I'll get Sher Hann to write something stating that Form 4 officially sucks.

Maybe file a complaint against the Moral subject.

How the hell do you expect to be able to objectively measure a person's morality by giving them definitions to memorize?

Heck the pai kia do better in moral than the goody ones.

I've got quite a headstart in the 3 sciences, and it's all going to waste, how wonderful. How the boy who could do better had to sit in with the rest of the students and waste his life away listening to stuff he already knows.

Oh yes I could be learning to play the saxophone already if I didn't have to waste time on English (It's English as a Second Language for goodness sake) and EST. Other people may need your English but at least offer me something at my level instead of giving me things I only waste my time on.

I don't care if you're reading this Pn. Chong, don't dare anyone call that subject EST, your loyal student and servitor is disappointed with the vocabulary used for the subject, absolutely pathetic.

On another more solemn note, about the only good teachers my class has now is Pn. Chen, Pn. Goh, Pn. Doris & Encik Tasnim. Forever your names will shine on this forsaken blog of mine.

Pn Latha the pure bred asshole, Pn Mala a tad too rambly (sorry), CIK Tan S.S. the teacher who can only prepare students for the SPM history exam and so idiotically believes in pure memorisation.

Yes I'm dissing you, so hit me.



Maybe SSB members are reading this, I don't care about anything you're going to say to me should you not know me personally. If you're the type to diss me irrationally then you mean absolute zero to me, get your nose out of my life and go **** yourself.

I am going to diss a band B.O.D. How cool is that?!

Don't give me your dirty look.

Anonymous Member also got that look from you back in year ____. AM also decribes the very look you always give me perfectly:

"What the **** you know? **** off!"

Don't know and don't care, but if you don't like me doing the things "mere members" shouldn't be doing, then there shouldn't be a B.O.D. at all. No chance to prove yourself. Which if were true would prove the B.O.D. is elected based on popularity.


Percussionists, will you start being a little more responsible and prepare your instruments before the band needs your sounds. First you head off to get the drum set when we get to your drum solo. Then we're doing Singapore Rhapsody and get to your part before you go get the cymbals.

Why do you get off so easily compared to the Clarinists and Thye Way?


I've so much more to rant about but so little time to type.

So, hate me already don't you?

Simplicity

Half my older posts now have a double title.

One's in colour,how cool.

Oh,living the doldrums is so dramatic.