Far Out

This is the last time
That I'm ever gonna give in tonight
Are there angels or devils crawling here?
I just want to know what blurs and what is clear - to see

Still I can see the pain in you
And I can see the love in you
And fighting all the demons will take time
It will take time

The angels they burn inside for us
Are we ever, are we ever gonna learn to fly
The devils they burn inside of us
Are we ever gonna come back down - come around
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us

If I was to give in - give it up - and then
Take a breath - make it deep
Cause it might be the last one you get
Be the last one
That could make us cold
You know that they could make us cold
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold

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Hello all.
Today is Sunday and it's 12.16 as I'm writing this.
I'm as frustrated as any girl with sore eyes who's got shitloads of overdue revision and has not had a fix of her addiction for one week already could be.

Still, Saturday was good!
Went JayBee with the dad's side of the family and we indulged in cheap pastries, cheap donuts, cheap other types of food, cheap groceries and cheap thrills.

While the family was cooped up in the car, stuck in the sluggish traffic at the customs, I fiddled around with my new handphone and there's like, oh so many functions!



-Integrated 2 megapixel camera in landscape mode, 2nd camera CIF+; with up to 4x digital zoom (perfect if I want to take a close-up pic of whoever strikes my fancy or rather, whoever I fancy! Too bad I haven't figured out a way to disable the sound that it makes after taking a shot)

-Integrated music player for MP3/M4A/eAAC+/WMA formats (YAY music!)

-16 true million colors TFT QVGA 320 x 240 pixels, 2 inches display

I could go on, but I should really stop lest I sound like a tech snob or just a snob with a new spiffy gadget. Moving on, I was shook out of my state of blissful daze when the car, which was moving slowly to the front, jerked to a stop. Apparently, some man tried to cut into our lane WITHOUT signalling and this just pissed my dad big time.

What's worse was the guy actually had the cheek to retort with a "C-bye!" when my dad asked "What are you trying to do, cutting into my lane like that?"
At the guy's response, my dad showed him The Finger (okay lah, not really because it was accompanied with the index and ring finger as well but it's a big deal because my dad very very very rarely swears, and even so, he doesn't indulge in profanities in front of his kids) and surprise surprise, got out of the car and stomped his way to the rude jerk. I remember being split over my dad's reaction. Part of me was like "Ohohoho... This is gonna be interesting. Way to go, ayah!" and the other part slapped myself in the forehead and thought "Men."

I digress. So anyway, my dad went to the nincompoop who shrank back from his window (really, no kidding. What a coward, right!) and did rude gestures from inside the car. This is a most dumb measure to take with my dad, especially when his car window was open (LIKE WTF, if you're going to be rude, do it within the safety of a closed car!) so my dad reached in and grabbed his wrist and I don't know what happened next because I couldn't bear to watch.

It's all very awkward seeing my father giving in to anger and acting thus because he's usually calm and composed. I should know, because he merely smiled and said "Ah, I'm sure you can do much better than this, you'll bounce back up because you're like a rubber ball!" when I showed him my horrendous midyears. Right.

In moments, my dad got back in the car and my mum muttered "You're so childish."
My dad looked a little triumphant though, I think he won the argument.
So yes, other than that, the long queue to the immigration customs was uneventful.

Mumster and I finally got to send our fabrics for tailoring at some boutique at some shopping centre (only a month plus from Hari Raya!) after eons of circumnavigating the damn place for any boutique that would accept our order.

I'm gonna get some corset-y thingy, which is awesome cause I've never had one and besides, it'll make me look as slim as a ruler with curves! (Okay, bad simile, bad bad simile) Just hope it'll turn out nicely and that I won't gain weight or lose a lot of weight because then I won't be able to fit nor fill in the corset, and that would suck big balls of fire.

Mumster got something kinda similar, but instead of a corset, she'll get something that's more in-line with a woman who dons a tudung, haha. Gosh, I really need to work on my descriptive skills, don't I.

Anyway, the downside is - We'll only get our tailored outfits a week after Raya but I reckon that's alright since people won't remember past Raya outfits, rightrightright?

Okay then, back to mugging my ass off.
Ugh.

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