Scratch that.

S P FREAKING M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hastalavista.
I PROMISE I'll post on the 8th.
Straight after exams are OVAHH!

Woohoo,

11 A'S! Be they +'s -'s or just good old plain A's!!!


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PUMPED UP AND EXCITEDD!

Not.

I loathe you SPM.

Solace.

I'm not being dramatic. Really.

Every time I hold a guitar, I feel comfortable.

It's solacing. It's my solace.

Relaxation just inundates every inch of my very being. I swear. I feel so, at home.
I just love it.
It makes me so calm.

Every time I feel my shoulders are heavy, I just strum it all away.

It has quickly become a kind of book, where I can just write down all my feelings.
And all of those things I write, they disappear into the guitar. Even I forget them sometimes.
I guess that's what I like about it.
Only it knows, and it can never tell anybody else.
And all it does is listens.
It soothes me, all I need to do is sing my joys my sorrows; and it listens.

I suppose my loving the guitar and piano so much falls under the umbrella of what I really cannot spend a waking (or sleeping in fact) moment without in my mostly but not entirely mundane life.

Music.

I'd live and breathe good music if I could.

Gold Rock

You may be wondering what my title means.
It is what I call my little clutch that I like to bring when I wear matching outfits. hahaa.

Its 18 cm wide and 13 cm tall.
Its round-y and oval-y, and hard.
Oh yes, and also gold in colour.

Once filled with my phone and camera, and strapped to my wrist (it has a holder thingamajiggy)
I am fully equipped not only stylishly but also in case I am in need to defend myself.

As my mother would say,
"Baling dekat anjing, anjing pun boleh mati"
Kehkehkeh

It becomes as heavy as a rock, so if I need to throw it to anyone, he/she who tries to attack me shall feel the wrath of my gold rock; in other words, they will suffer from a concussion :) Quite a serious one I might add. haha

Anyway, I have had nothing to write about thus far, so I decided to write about my ever so weirdly fashionable and cool rock clutch handbag :)

Love it.

Eid'ul Fitr

Selamat Hari Raya yang ke-taktau berapa :)

Maaf Zahir dan Batin,

On behalf of myself and myself's blog, I'd like to arrange all ten of my phalanges and apologize for all my wrongdoings. Any feelings hurt were hurt unintentionally, do forgive and forget.

We start fresh :)

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

I wish you all have a great and happy time during this auspicious occasion.

Love,
Keisha and Delonix Rococo.

Beau Ideal

She had the most peculiar eyes; yet they were perfect. Beautiful; hypnotizing. A light shade of violet, with a shimmer of gray lining the edges of her irises. Her slightly arched eyebrows ran until slightly below her temples. They were dark and prominent and framed her face perfectly; a face that exuded beauty. Her lips, decorated with luscious deep velvet red, were such a wonderful contrast against her almond bronze complexion. Locks of her hair, dark and silk like, draped her forehead and flowed voluminously down to her shoulders; slightly covering her collar bone. Her sandy pink dress was one that left her shoulders bare, strong but feminine.
Her stature about five foot seven complimented by a statuesque figure was impossibly gorgeous.
She was like a character out of an old movie classic, only much more beautiful. She was the beau ideal of women in my eyes. Though her demeanour was somewhat vainglorious, who woud not be, with suck strikingly lovely features. And that was just her comely appearance.

Just beautiful. In every sense of the word.

Elephant and Hippopotamus Juice.

I dont really know what's going on.

Though I'll settle for seeing him happy.

I only say that I don't...but I really still do.
Who could believe such a lie. Seriously. I'll be in this state for a long time.

But hey, I'm absolutely fine. Never better. I'm surrounded by people who are constantly making me smile and my two perpetual pillars, I cherish them so.

It just feels like a painful void at times. Black, and hostile. Sometimes.

I forget about it most of the time.
But when it pays me a visit, the center of this void feels like it is being twisted and pulled further inside me. Drilling almost.

But like I said. I am fine. Never better.
I know I'll get over it one day.

The best part is, I don't know who I am writing about.

I know them.

But I don't know which one.

Hiccups

This blog entry has absolutely nothing to do with the title that I decided to bestow upon it.

I've often wondered:

1. Why people felt the need to evolve drawings into alphabets/words.

2. When people realized education is important.

3. How people discovered that a tree can be used to make paper. How did they process it?

4. How did the Egyptians make their drawings jut out (like its embossed) from the ancient walls; did they carve around the symbol? Wouldn't that mean they had to carve out the whole wall and leave the symbol un-carved?

5. Why chewing gum was invented. I mean, if you think about it, what's the point of it existing? Not that I don't LUB chewing gum...

6. When the first play was performed.

7. What my life would be like if I were to be born a boy.

8. Why and how people felt the need to invent instruments.

9. When people discovered humour.

10. How a prodigy's brain functions.

11. What it would feel like to be a synaesthete. I bet it would be amazing.

12. How I would carry out the perfect crime. (Not that I'm planning to do so in the distant future)

13. If I'll ever finish Grade 8 piano and be able to sight read well.

14. How soap was even begun to be thought about to clean one's self. Why didn't they settle for water? Or that plant that squirts shampoo when you squeeze it. And when they discovered that, how did they start wondering how to recreate it using chemicals.

15. How did they find all the chemicals in the world?

Ahh, just a few of my random thoughts... :D