The 5.04 AM Post.
Current Listen: Lady Gaga - Pokerface.mp3

Nota Kaki: Oh great. Esok got a whole bunch of stuffs to prepare for the meeting the day after tomorrow.

I cant schleep and tomorrow's work. So whats new. Fuck the question mark thus impregnate the shallow minds which shall subsequently gives birth to Curiosity.

I've missed Eminem. I bet the whole industry's missed him quite sorely. Love him or hate him, the man like Tupac, holds certain appeal to both his fans and naysayers. That said, the first single for his Relapse album, scheduled to drop on the head of May, might just draw criticisms that deserves criticism for the criticisms. I mean overall independent or mainstream reviews and comments have revolved around how Em is getting old, the issues that he plucked so to speak. But I read the SAME exact review back when Marshall Mathers LP was dropped and you didnt even have to guess that it went Multi-Platinum.

I mean Eminem is just who he is. I wouldn't like him if he didnt do what he did. Btw, Sarah Palin in the vid looks so droolsome.

And.

Recently I've grown kinda fond of Lady Gaga. lol. Yea I think shes cute. But more than that. I think shes fuckin cool. (read: Pokerface vid). Yea that video has got me watching it over and over again studying her body language and gestures. Yes sir, no underhanded activity is going on here. Plain star struck moments which are quite easily the same with every container of soul.

Poker Face

I've always admired individuals who can maintain a pokerface despite feeling engulfed with fierce devouring fear. Been thinking about enrolling in public speaking class so that I'll make Obama's oratory skill so pale in comparison to mine that people thought he was white.

I think more or less I can at least maintain the state of my face, though I've never actually seen the playback of my conversation or heated debates in meeting rooms. While I can maintain the flickering presence of confidence to a certain extent, drowning perspiration has always betrayed the fragile front. Am a guy who naturally perspire quite effortlessly even when its not wanted. Quite befitting to say that it chose to appear when the time is not right.

Oh Well. Yea whatever. Besok MU, Arsenal. Both arch rivals from way back. Tho I suspect and hope that the match to be entertaining. Am telling you I could do without. Fuck entertainment so long as you win. Even if its half against a nil. Its still a fuckin' win.

P/S: Girls in office attire equals HAWTNESS. (read: Irma Hasmie) :|~ *drools*

Pffffffffffftttttttt Updated.

Interview isn't until 2.15 on the P.M but I still haven't got my certs certified. Job Letter of Offer faxed. And to tumpang my relative's office fax. Since its the nearest. And Mak's growling is growing increasingly rapid. So I better move my ass and spare me a morning sermon for now.

Laters skaters.

Pffffffftttttt.

Whats cracking dickheads ? I dont feel really well but I just gotta blog this. I was already shortlisted for the ehem, yea for the interview. Yea interview. Sue me. Its a 5000 over candidates competition. And I have reasons to be proud of myself of course.

So lets just pray that everything goes well.

Pfft.

And That's Why..
Current Listen: The Pussycat Dolls feat. A.Rahman - Jai Ho (You're My Destiny).mp3
Nota Kaki: Rose Dawson was Love. *smooch*

Now I remember why I so hate watching sad/tragic movies, coz believe it or not I am a person who got effected so much when something like Rose had to leave Jack down the cruel ocean or Ho Nam's girlfriend was shot dead by that damn evil villain Crow or something.

I just watched Titanic and God, Omaigod ! I got so bothered and its so fuckin awfully sad.

Its all Fly FM's fault for having reminded me of how magnificently crafted a movie Titanic was. "Am flying.. Jack !" Damn damn damn.

But I gotta say that rewatching the movie after some 13 years of its release just gave a sheerly refreshing and dreadfully tragic feeling all the same. Back when I was 12, or was it 13 ? Erm fuck it. So yea, back when I was 12, though I could appreciate the beauty of the movie, it was more or less one of the many Cerita Orang Putih that I've seen. And of course the center of the attraction was when the classic car's windshield suddenly turned all steamy (and then all of a sudden Rose's hand falls slowly and wiping the screen off the steam). Yea, that was back then. And oh the drawing part. Even better.

Yea but that was back then. Now that I could understand the language a little better. The subtle messages a little better. Gone through somewhat identical pain altogether. The beauty of the movie has somewhat transcended the shine of light.

Lined up in the pantheons of epic.

Enter Baldhead Fuck(You) Face.

Yup, its that time of the year again. It was quite hard. Harder than I'd imagine. But times have decided that the separation is long overdue. Thus, entering with a Bang. The Baldheaded Me. Yea, I'll talk to you guys later.

Now bow ye' lowly Earthlings.