Crushes and Infatuations, bah

It's impossible not to have a crush on someone when you're in school, yes? That lovey-dovey feeling which the ignorant adults sigh, 'Ah, puppy love,' and the frustrating feeling of the heart when we tell ourselves hundreds of time, 'Yes, she's the one,' 'by love, he's Mr Right!' but somewhere, down there, under the cobwebs of ego and pride, lies the nasty thought, 'That's stupid. You're (somewhere between 12--18, I'd imagine), too young to fall in love!'

The British blokes call it, 'infatuations', but my parents call it, 'cinta monyet', a phrase similiar to 'puppy love'. That fuzzy feeling in your chest, that longing you desire when you look into the eyes of the unlucky fellow which you harbor a crush on...

I've hoped I've described these feelings accurately. I may have or may have not felt these, but why bother about me when we can talk about love's long-distant cousin, crushes!

I think I've hit an important topic there. 'Love'. Boyfriends and husbands, girlfriends and grumpy ex-wives! I find my friend Hui Jan's way of looking at it (bah, I'll marry a Caucasian) simply humorous.

All and all... it's along the way of school life. Face it, enjoy it, then cry at it, and learn from it. It's the best we all can do with it. Friends are dears, but life has much more to store than creating simple bonds. Speaking for both love and crushes, these things tend to let us explore deeper into those bonds, giving us a chance whether we are cruel enough to severe those bonds or just make them stronger.

It's just depends on us, what to make of them. Choices, one would say. Later!

21 Guns/Minority

It's kinda weird that there's a band out there that's named after the band members' liking to marijuana. But hey, there's Green Day.

Awesome songs over the decade, and an impressive amount in the punk-rock band's fanbase. There was Wake Me Up When September Ends, a song dedicated to Billie Joe Armstrong's (lead guitarist and vocalist for Green Day) late father, the heavy-with-sarcasm American Idiot, and the dark and depressing (but somehow soothing) Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

There are two songs which I just can't get enough of, that are, the first, 21 Guns. A slow and melodious violin starting, and passed off to a rhythmic guitar play. And don't forget that awesome electric guitar solo which fits the climax scene of the music video (the hero and heroine kissing amidst bullets flying everywhere). The term 21 Guns mean an official military salute to American soldiers who died in combat. Billie Joe Armstrong's lyrics strongly reflect on how many soldiers must die if they don't even know what their fighting for. You gotta watch the music video. Click here, please.

The second song, as powerful as the first, is called Minority. This time, the song begins with a country-music-like guitar play and is continued with electric guitar jamming. The music video is ... well, no other word can actually describe it except cool. The band is playing on a parade float, decorated with giant hand figures showing the rock and peace sign. The lyrics contain a few swear words, but hey, a little profanity never hurt anyone. Minority shows that even the smallest influence counts, and not to just follow what everybody else thinks. Gotta be independent, no? Take a look at the music video right here.

Yeah, these two songs really rocked me, hope it'll rock you guys as well. 21 Guns is from Green Day's latest album, 21st Century Breakdown while Minority is from an older album, Warning.

I also watched Lady Gaga's music video, Bad Romance. Her performance was pretty good, but dang, the video was weird. Ga-ga, o-la-la...

See ya, readers!

Maxed Out

SPM maybe almost a year away, but damn, things are getting pretty intense. And us SPM takers are still in January! Homework keeps piling up to mountains, and the effort to finish them all seemed useless with all the extra-activities after school. Yeah, just the third week... and I am totally maxed out (on cash too, mind you).



Damn... look at those books. And that's just one half of the table!


I wonder... whether I'll be taking SPM... or writing my will before the examinations even start. Ciao for now!

Rebirth and victory... double combo meal!

Hi, readers! Thanks for taking that link! Welcome to ASHES TO FLAMES. As you would have guessed, this blog will be my rebirth in the Net! Gosh, that sounded cool.

To that particular person who's reading this... IN YOUR FACE! I changed the password, so don't bother trying to pink this one up. Haha!

Wow, victory never felt so good. Later, folks!