I am, a music freak.
That's the simple term to use on me. I love guitars and anything that concerns it. Usually I'm around whenever there's music bands, gigs, or concerts, but that was during my school days. Its started to slow down now since I started working and learned to be more responsible as a man and a son. Still, in whatever things I do, I always have music around me.
A DIRECT COMMENTER-
That's me. In web forums and blogs, I enjoy reading profiles of other users. Its fun to know how others think bout their lives.
I mean, we all have our different perspectives on how things goes in our lives. And getting feed-backs on what we think is normal in this realm of reality. Sometimes we get good comments and feel great bout ourselves, but there are times that we get harsh and provoking words coming from others.
I don't really give a fuck bout it. I just love the reaction of people when they read my entries. I do love re-commenting what I read. A lot of people misjudged me because of it. I don't mind, to me, they might be the type that doesn't belong in a place where people would give feed-backs. Well, I got news-flash for them, FUCK OFF!!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEED-BACKS, THEN DON'T PUT YOURSELVES IN PUBLIC VIEW!!
THE USUAL EXCUSE-
I'm not much of and chatter, but I will give replies to what I see interesting to me. I will straight away pound your box with what I have in mind during my browse in your page. (Warning! It may hurt!)
My thoughts is always pondering about. It doesn't stay still, so I couldn't help it if my WORDS OF WISDOM'S are not for the weak at heart and mind.
THE ANGEL INSIDE-
I love my friends, especially when they are into music as much as me. (lol)
Naah, just kiddin, I really do love my friends. They are my sacred treasures.
As a single child, its how we normally feel. I do have younger brothers and sisters, 5 to be exact, but they didn't even know that I existed in their lives.
No matter how much I hated my dad, I would really want to learn to love them too. So what, if they don't know me? If I could be a brother to them in silent, I'd do it anyway.
THE DEMON OUTSIDE-
At home (or anywhere), I looked like a guy with a very bad attitude.
I smoke, I always raise my voice, and I curse a lot. I say things that shouldn't be said by any Muslims, which I do regret it most of the time. Its becoming a habit that I'm still trying to endure. Maybe its because of the hate I have for my father since childhood made me see everyone too similar to him.
But I wont do that if there were no particular reason. I'm actually a very quiet person. An observer of peoples mistakes (as if I didn't make any). And usually, I get pissed off very easily. Hot-tempered, hard headed, stubborn, and very unpredictable. Although I don't actually react to any mishaps that occurs around others, I would, if I got well paid for it. Not that it did me any good, but at lease, my Demons are in my control.
You'd probably think I'm way out of my head right now, right? Well, that what I WANT you to think.
That my personality. I don't know why, but I never made much of a good impression to others when they first met me. Guess I'm hiding my good side for those that are curious at heart. I'd be the best patient a shrink would study. Believe me, I've met quite a lot of highly trained motivation leaders in kl, and they only say, they never met anyone like me before. Instead of them teaching me, I'm teaching them on a new way of thinking.
THE PAST LIFE-
I grew up in an English environment in the 90's where all my friends are non Malays. Raised in a house that was filled with books and techs that needs English to survive. Although my real English teacher is Bart Simpson, in The Simpson's animated series. That's where I get this Attitude English that you read. Sorry if it sounds rude, but I'm Loving every bits of it.
During my school days, I was teased many times by my Malay classmates, cause I often use English to speak with them. So I end up befriending other races besides my own. It helps my English improve in everything till it became my passion to use it. Kinda sucks being me, but hey, its been good since it happens.
My student life, is not fit for my fluent English. I'm a MASTER of skipping the classes. I'm that kid that sits at the back of the room and making noises while the teacher is teaching. If I'm IN the class, that is. If I counted the days I was actually present in my class, from primary school and secondary, it might sum to the amount of LESS than 9 years.
So with that, I flunk school.
Up till now, when people talked to me, they find it hard to believe that I did.
Hell, I love the look on their faces when I told them that. YEAH, THAT LOOK!
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