Rooftop Escapades

Friday 1754h 10th July 2009

I wanna fly, fly, fly, and fall. Fall. Fall. Fall real hard.

Today, something awful happened. After home econs, I went to class to pack up to go for math remedial. I was packing and then I realised that my Merchant Of Venice book was gone. FUCK THE WORLD. FUCK THE FUCKING WORLD. My test is on tuesday. And my bloody book is gone. Fuck. Right? My notes and everything. GONE. FUCK.

In other news, I've been going to my rooftop alot recently. Personally, I think I'm suicidal. But then again, I also think that suicide takes lots of courage. Something that I lack. Lots and lots. If anyone thinks I have courage, this courage that I'm talking about is way different. A helluva lot different. I don't know what it is, but it makes me happy. Being thirty something stories up. Like freedom, but less. Like the perfect balance. That's what it is. The perfect balance. And being alone and thinking. On my own. About things that matter to me. Or bother me. It's all about the perfect balance. Almost freedom.

Orgasms

Monday 2252h 29th June 2009

Meh.

So today during bio:

Claire: *tells story of my mum saying orgasm instead of organism"

*Weird reaction and laughter*

Amanda: AHAHAHAHA.

Bev: What Claire?

Amanda: Don't tell her!

Claire (to Amanda): But what if like she experiences it and doesn't know. She'll be like. Wow, what was that amazing sensation?

Amanda: HAHAHAHA*in hysterics*

Bev: *Gives the Bev look* Oh. I think I get it.

HAHA. Bev is hilarious.

Everybody should Sub Gabe Bondoc on YouTube. And go listen to my sister! The nice one :D kcajlyrehs iz their name, yo. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rooftop Escapades, yo.

Smokes

Saturday 1954h 27th June 2009

I feel like going for a smoke. Some shisha would do me. Fuck this, FUCK FUCK FUCK. She's so protective and paranoid. She obviously doesn't know that when there's too much control over someone, that person is more likely to rebel. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Sort your shit out. I want a smoke. Fuck.

The King, his Legacy and Love.

Saturday 0007h 27th June 2009

Michael Jackson is always here. The King is not dead. Always here. Always always always.

I'll forever remember how I woke up to the news of death today/yesterday/on friday. I was half asleep when my radio was on. The first thing I heard in the morning: Today, Michael Jackson passed on at the age of fifty. Immediately, I felt gutted, and felt like the world should be sad for the entire day or for the rest of eternity. I felt like the world should be suffering from depression. Nothing could really describe how I felt. Shocked, upset, in a state of disbelief, fucked fucked fucked.

For some reason, the first thing I did after getting out of bed was tweet about how I felt. I remember saying how he was my ultimate inspiration and idol and the world's most significant influence.

I remember the radio DJ wrapping up their show, two hours after I found out about his passing, and they used a Jackson quote which I think says alot. 

If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.

-Michael Jackson

I hope he knew how much he was, is and always will be loved when he left. Cause then all the law suits and trouble he had can be dealt with. I hope that if he passed not knowing the adoration and love people had for him, that all the success in his career and in his life is enough to rule out all the rubbish he went through. Thinking about it now, it just makes me sad.

But the fact that he will, most definitely, be the last and greatest of the world's best Pop Icons.

Long live the King, he's here always. Always always. The King will live on, even through his absence. He is a legacy never to be forgotten. RIP Michael Jackson. I hope you left knowing.

Face/replaced, WIN

Friday 2253h 19th June 2009

Obama, WIN<3