Hymn Of The Matchmaker
I started writing down some gibberish
while I was waiting for the bus the other day and I came up with this
totally fluffy poem about a matchmaker I think… (I kinda stole lines
off of the chorus of that Lion King song though…)
Can you see what’s happening,
And they don’t have a clue.
They’ll start to chat, and before they know it,
They’ll be that special two.
The sweet caress of twilight,
There’s magic everywhere,
And with all this romantic atmosphere,
Love is in the air.
There’s so much that he wants to tell her,
But he doesn’t know where to start.
If only someone would tell him ’bout,
The best way into her heart.
No more holding back, no more hiding,
He ignores his ego and his pride,
He makes his move to be the one,
Forever by her side.
Can you feel the love tonight,
You needn’t look to far.
Stealing through, the night’s uncertainties,
Love is where they are.
And if all goes to planned tonight,
Then it can be assumed,
With all this passion and chemistry,
New love has just bloomed.
Bricks And Mortar? Not Really…
Before I start, I should mention that the Indonesian word for brick, batu bata, is uncredibly similar to the Indonesian word for coal, batu bara.
This Tuesday, I’ve got my Indonesian oral exam, so in yesterday’s class, I had a practice session with the teacher.we went through the usual topics, including describing my house. He asked me to describe my house, to which I answered;
Bagian depan rumah saya terbuat dari batu bara sedangkan bagian belakangnya terbuat dari kayu.
(The front part of my house is made of coal while the back part is made of wood)
At which point he gave me a funny look, and I realised that I had just made an idiotic mistake. But instead of correcting myself i decided to pull this little risky number, I followed up that statement with this comment;
Itulah kenapa keluarga saya merasa amat khawatir setiap kali kami mengadakan barberque di rumah. Kami takut rumah kami akan terbakar karena batu bara dan kayu memang gampang sekali terbakar.
(That’s why my family get really worried whenever we have a barberque at home. We’re afraid that our house will burn down since coal and wood are very flamable)
Thankfully that made the teacher laugh, good thing I was thinking on my feet<(^_^”)>
I Still Love You, Bitch
So I’ve just wasted my whole Thursday.
Last night someone called me up at fucking 2:30 AM and decided that today would be a great day to just give our responsibilities the finger and have a fun day out. Only the problem was that at around 1:30 today, I got a call from that very same someone explaining how they had forgotten about that late-night call that they had made during a probably heavily drunken stupor and just went to school instead of spending a RELAXING DAY OF FUN.
I can’t believe you would do this!
It’s not like you’re the only one about to face your year 12 exams.
I had a trial exam today I missed because of you.
And don’t you dare snicker at that, yes I know what you’re doing as you read this, I’m psychic, remember?
And in case you wanted to know, I’m writing this here because I’m pissed and I really don’t want to here that same barrage of sorry’s and please forgive me’s that met me ear when you did finally decide to call!
We’ll talk about it later, and don’t worry, I do still love you… bitch
A Prescription For Blunt-Force Trauma
My school year will be ending soon. In like a month and a bit. Everyone around me is panicing and studying, I, on the other hand, am acting just as I always do.
I’m wondering if I should be freaked out more, if I should care more, because seriously, the apathy is really getting old.
The fact that my schooling life, or at least this part of it is about to be over. It’s like the end of an era pretty much.
My performance in the next few weeks will pretty much determine the path I’ll take into the future, and yet I still don’t really give a rat’s ass about it.
Though I did study a bit, kind of, I don’t think it counts when you’re studying while you’re high on mood altering substances (though strangely it helped me focus).
I guess this is what happens when life is handed to you on a silver platter, well not handed a silver platter per sé but more like… when life has been very contenting, meaning that I’ve been pretty much content with how my life has been going. I’ve never really wanted anything that badly, sure I acknowledge that life could be awesomer but meh, it wasn’t like I needed more.
Who knows maybe I just need a huge slap upside the head to get my mind where it needs to be. I just wish I wasn’t so numb to everything, being stoic like this ain’t that awesome.
Catchphrase Hate
Anyone whose had th privilege of talking to me in person would know that I have a few catchphrases that I often say i.e. How’s life, seriously…, etc.
I’ve come across people who would go out of their way to ensure I don’t say my catchphrases or to just plain invalidate them.
One such case is Nubhan…. About a week ago we were talking on the phone (about hair and boys and Zac Efron<(^_^)>) and at the end he saic “cya”, and I replied with “Have fun”, my way of saying good-bye. You’d think he’d just hang up, but he didn’t.
He again said “cya”, I again replied with “have fun”, then he said “cya” again; this time with more forcefullness in his voice. This went on for a while until said “have fun” and quickly hung up before he could reply.
The point is I will not have others put down my catchphrases, an if anyone dares to do so THEY WILL FEEL MY WRATH!!!
For more catchphrase go to The Blèu Feenix Dictionary/Thesaurus
