I sound like a less annoying Holden.
I figured that in a way I should start making strong directions on keeping track with the departures of money in my wallet. Just so I can finish it up with something better like, uhm, books? New clothes? A glass of bubbletea? Franz Ferdinand's new album? Well, something better than taxi fares anyway.
My sleep cycle is so disturbed in such a degree that I have grown tired of twisting around here and there on my bed. I couldn't get a good position at all, and the silence was just way too noisy for me to handle. Even my go-to-sleep habit, twisting my left foot continously didn't help me. Even going up and down the stairs and stuffing myself with bread didn't make my eyes become a pair of lazy telescopes. Even the silhouettes of the other furnitures in the room and things looming around in the dark didn't scare me much anymore, and I could just ignore them passing by and things, you know? I even tried some absurd act of showing that I have a crazy talent yow, which is trying to write/draw in the dark. All I get was the word 'seafolding' and someone who looks like a skinny Tim Fletcher. I scratched his eyes out.
Just so you know, Raffick and I are officially (by secretly claiming this, of course) some sort of indie elitists. He's a fanman, I'm a fanwoman. He oogles over... girls and I oogle over men and Gemma Ward. Both of us are hopelessly in love with Mr Patrick Wolf's music, and probably Raffick went a step further ahead and got married to it! Patrick Wolf is howling! Eventhough NME is the worst thing to have ever come from the depths of indie music journalism, but I'm going to get the latest issue because Mr Wolf is in there! Like, here! Look at his rad fashion sense! But yeah, other than indie elitism, both of us made jokes about people on myspace and dealing with fangirling issues because we're indie elitistssszz, y'all. We're gonna use 'Lollary Duff' as our 'lol', y'alll. We rike Patrick Wolf, y'allll. Yeah.... y'allllll.
I shall show my love for Mr Wolf by putting his song in my myspace@afimomo! Kewliez, shameless promotion! & Tim Fletcher's hot! But that's out of the topic, but who cares! Let me say it again! Tim Fletcher is hot! Yay!
You know what's better than Pimp My Ride? Pimp My Ride UK. I swear, all the mechanics look like they're about to head to the the jamming studio and cover a The Clash song after they're done pimping the ride. And I shall 'holler' back at the host. You know. Not 'holla', but 'holler'. With the british accent. Holler.
I wrote this entry by having a very very very strong british accent in my mind, y'all. Thanks to Pimp My Ride UK and the football commentators in the tv box beside me. And Cosmopolitan in Malay is the funniest thing to be in my second living room. Well, one of the funniest things, but, yknow, gotta mention it there.