Once upon a f-ing long time...

I am a total failure.

Yes, it is true.

I do not deny it.

No, no, please. I AM a total failure.

How could i let my blog DIE in such a horrible way?? Where nobody to 'feed' it, nobody to 'care' for it and nobody to 'love' it. It died, rot, and is now buried deep down into the ground - with a coffin (like a vampire, perhaps?). I didn't even bother to visit it after so damn many people asking me to 'update' my visiting hours.

I am a failure as a 'mom' and a blogger. Shit.

Time to dig it up again.

Anyway, to make up for it, i shall give you hell. Yes, i am totally obsessed with the All American Rejects now. I am listening to their songs every single day, non stop, repeating and repeating it until my sister is about to smack my phone straight to hell - so that i can never retrieve it again.

For those of you who don't know - yes, i shall kill you if you don't after this when i ask you - it is a band. An American band. You can tell from its name, as you can clearly see. It contains four members - Tyson, Nick, Chris and Mike.

Tyson has really blue eyes... You can practically drown into oblivion in them - good oblivion, i mean.

Before i go any further, everything in my life is going on quite okay. I can breathe, i can eat, i can drink. My body is functioning well and i think it should be able to live on to 56 years -- Oh, everything in my life is okay. School is fine (never bother to finish my homework), band is going...well, songs and writing are inspiring me really well ( i dunno where the hell those ideas came from, but i am glad for them nonetheless). I still love Paramore and Avenged Sevenfold, i missed a lot of movies, i have interest in Hey Monday (a new band), i read tonnes of books (i am not exaggerating), i learn to like and respect Demi Lovato 'cause she's an awesome singer and i wanna tell you guys so much but i forgotten what i wanna say...

Anyway, here are some pictures of the All American Rejects - well, mostly Tyson, i like him the most. Hehe.

See his eyes?? SEE HIS EYES!!


Tyson and his 6-years-long girlfriend, Kim.

They say that Tyson looks like the Smallville fella, Tom Welling. I am not so sure about that. Do they now?

Look at Tyson!! He looks so silly!! Even from here you can see his blue eyes...

Now this is one huge picture.

The ALL AMERICAN REJECTS!!

Anyway, here are some videos that i've been meaning to post up here a long time ago. They're Paramore, but in HD. Make damn sure you watch them and really listen to them.

Pressure



Crushcrushcrush



Misery Business



Love's Not a Competition



Decode



That's what You Get



Emergency

This next song touched deep into me. Its called We Are Broken, by Paramore.


Now this song is by the Al American Rejects. Gives You Hell.


I love this video. Tyson is so funny!!

And the next video is by Demi Lovato. This song is awesome, it pulls at my heart and the video is very sincere. I dunno how to explain it, but its just is.

Don't Forget

Alright, i shall 'pen' off here. I shall end with a thing of my own.

Deny not, my sweet, the sole reason. The eclipse above us can cover not what they see. Try to hide it not, my beloved, the sole reason. Of my being with you, the chances are there. But if you wanna leave, then go, pack your things and leave none behind...

We Are Broken - Paramore

Jocelyn

Just a short Breeze

Hey everyone, i am so damn tired right now.

I didn't mean to swear in my first sentence, i swear, and not to mention when i am greeting all of you guys too. But seriously, i am so damn tired i would fall asleep straight away if i hit my bed headfirst. Yes, i am that tired.

But unfortunately, no such luck. I am not in my bedroom, i am not even at home! I am in my mum's office, using her staff's computer and blogging. Yes, this isn't my own computer, damn it.

I was supposed to be doing my sejarah assignment (elemen 1) but i was done (damn many pages i had to print. Waste ink and money. Damn it). So i decided to have a small entry/ drop by and greet all my fellow friends - while reading Before I Wake by Kathryn Smith. One of my favourite romance/fiction writer. She's awesome, let me tell you. If you ever get a chance to stumble over her books (perhaps some bookstores in KL like Popular, MPH, Borders), make damn sure you snag one book (or more) back - for me or just for yourself. Lol.

So this past week had been crazy. I am so totally into our band - Ceremony at the Avenue. We had practice, like, three days in a row, and then we hung out. It was an awesome time. We don't just hang out as musicians, but as friends too. That's the best part of it. I am very glad to be able to know such wonderful people in my life.

Anyway, as i am sucking this lollipop in my mouth (strawberry flavor, mind you), i am thinking about my whole 15 years. Ever since i was born, i was the 'guinea pig'. I was the firstborn, the eldest among my other siblings, and the first to experience everything. Ever since i was born, i was like the head, my parents knocking me into everything they could ever think of. Bringing me for music lessons (not that i wasn't grateful of), letting me write, have diving licence, the first one to have my own golf set, father bringing me into the field to play golf, treating me like pearl/ prisoner...

To tell you the truth, i kinda suck at being the first child of the family. I am irresponsible, not to mention utterly lazy (lol) and i don't count as those merciful nice big sister. In fact, I'm very much your worse big sister you could ever imagine. Well, not that bad, but you get what i mean.

So, yeah. Just trying to explain what it felt like to be a big sister. Those of you who had elder siblings, well, good luck at dodging them (coz they ain't going anywhere). Those of you who are the elder siblings, I'm sure you understand what i meant. But try not to bully your younger siblings a lot, or they're going to get mommy and daddy *mocking*.

I shall leave you to your thoughts here. This might be a sarcastic post/ update, but honestly, i have nothing to report. I ain't a philosopher, to explain things in life and stuff, but i ain't a babbler too. Regard this as a tiny breez for me to breathe and empty my head. Yes, i am writing/ composing again. Hopefully everything goes well once i dive into it again.


Jocelyn

The Choir Competition

First of all...

ALL YOU SMKAA CHOIR PEOPLE!!!! LISTEN UP!! YOU GUYS WERE GREAT/ AWESOME/ SMOKIN' HOT & PRETTY/ PERFECT/ FANTASTIC!! I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU GUYS (as your silly conductor) AND WE SHALL TRY THIS AGAIN (anytime, any day, any place)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, now. On the 1st of April (i know, i know, ironic isn't it? Choir Competition on April Fool. It's a wonder if the result they had given us were really meant to fool us) we had our annually choir competition - district level. As usual, these schools were fighting - hard - to win/ bite each other's necks off. SMK Aor Akar, SABS (Sultan Abu Bakar) and MGS (Methodist Girls School). We were practically 'arch-enemies' since the beginning of year 2007. Well, not really, but you get my drift.

On that morning, my sister and I woke up at 5 30AM for hair-do and warmed up our voices. We weren't actually singing, but why not set a good example for the rest of them? So when we were done, mum sent us to school at 6 30 sharp, reached there 6 35 sharp, and met all of my 'warriors'.

At 8 AM sharp, we left our school.

To be frank, we were awesome that day. We were very good, very neat and very well done. We couldn't have done any better, honestly. They were singing most beautifully/ magically/ angelic on the day of the competition itself! If i wasn't careful, i might as well have cried onstage. Really, they were awesome. They ARE awesome!! I am so proud of them.

SMKAA (choir) ROCKS!

It was the most beautiful, the most wonderful experience and the most honourable pleasure to be standing there with so many wonderful and talented people, working with them and singing with them. They were the best team that was formed, and the best singers i ever knew. And to be able to train with so many capable peoples... It was almost unbelievable.

Yes, i admit the training session was tough/ hard/ madness. We cried, we were sad, we even argued. But who said everything was going to be easy? If it were easy, we wouldn't be humans now, would we? When it comes to the end though, it was all worth it, wasn't it? We did our best, we tried our best, and if the result was that, i couldn't have asked for a better end. And so, i fully accept the result that was bestowed upon us, and i am very proud of it.

Not that we weren't good, remember that. We were good, very good, but they were more capable, and they were more experienced. We learned from them, and we shall keep that learning. Most importantly, we gained experience - to do better!

And so, SMKAA Choir-ians, we shall try again next year. Special thanks to Eevonne, Jordan, Jasher, Suzzane, Tiff, Shar Min, Joyce, Li Ann, Rufus, Joel and everyone whose names that isn't uttered here, but shall always be remembered. We were a team, and we shall be a team again!

Once again, congratulations everyone! SABS, great job guys! You deserved it fully! MGS, do not fret, there's always a next year!

PS, Keep on smiling, y'all!


Jocelyn