fuckstrating

ya know. it always seems like life is a really big bitch who tries to fuck u up at almost anymoment if u let ur guard down.

that its so fucking sneaky, that it lets u have a calm moment .. then suddenly overwhelms u with so much shit that ur left in a state of confusion,frustration,depressed and most definitely fucked in all angles. the calm before the storm they say before the actual shit hitting the fan.

yep. the shit has really hit the fan this time.

i was a happy chap 2 days ago, mostly whining about how fucking bitchy my college is for releasing my full results too fucking slow. then yesterday i finally got it and was proud of my achievement over the past 2 years. fuck i worked my ass off as a mediocre student to actually get somwehere. its been a great year last year.

so today, i passed a photocopy results to my soon-to-be boss at tmnet. and also forwarded the full transcripts to the UK universities for them to fasten those fucking application. i was so fucking sure that my ticket to the UK was set. i was so close to it, that i could feel and smell the UK air. that distinct cold dry air which carries hot cheese all so wonderfully from the local bakery. fuck i even could picture myself in the UK everytime i hear coldplay on the radio. being amidst foreigner, enjoying 4 seasons (of loneliness. (hopefully not)) and watching footie on your local bar or tele on weekends. though MARA was so doubful that they'd be sending students to the UK anymore, my parents were kind enough to still give me the green light as they can afford my first year of studying.

i had planned to work during the summer to gather money for the next years accomodation and also travelling.

everything was set.

work now for 7 months.

pay off loan and get some nice things to indulge myself with.

go to thailand during june to party with lotsa friends before leaving for UK.

kudo's to malaysia in september and off to hard work and studying..

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reality just has to fuck things up.

the university replied that i only qualify for 1st year entry and NOT 2nd year entry.

that means 3 years instead of 2 and lots more money.

as if my parents sending me for 2 years isnt fucking expensive enough.

so now i'm stuck in a dilemma. fucking stressed and frustrated. they said they wanted an overall distinction student for 2nd year entry. thanks alot to my brilliant 2 semesters of fucking around and partying, i screwed not only my pointer. now my ticket to the UK is going up in flames if i cant enter.

fucking brilliant.

just fucking brilliant.

i mailed the other universites hoping that mebbe one of em would allow 2nd year, if yes then i'd be ehading for that university straight. no gimmicks no shit.

i've had enough of getting fucked in the ass in life. its so pissing off that im lost for words on who to curse. i blame only myself for playing alot that time but fucking hell. i thought ive already paid my debt. gees.argh...

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i was so pissed earlier on, luckily there was an event going down in zouk. help me remove some o the stress.

assault & battery @ sessions
velvet underground, zouk.

first off, i'd like to say that the malaysian clubbing scene is so biassed. just because 1 genre of music isnt to your liking doesnt me that the people dont get to enjoy their night. i know assault & battery first hand and they play drum & bass(dnb). they play good music and its not like drum & bass is a new genre. dnb has been around for fucking ages in the UK and only in asia(specifically s'pore and msia) that this genre have yet to explode. the people here are still into techno,trance and sadly hiphop. mind you im a universal listener, though i prefer some genre's than most. but i dont discriminate nor feel bias towards them. some tunes of hiphop are catchy, dj tiesto had me dancing like an energizer robot for 3-4 straight hours. roger sanchez's live crew was one of the most entertaining act i've seen. and i also enjoy sipping coffee whilst enjoying music at the jazz festival.

so back to the story abt the gig.

sessions today consisted of 3 dj's. all 3 are JUICE DJ Quest finalists. Mic Ho, Justin and lastly Assault & Battery. so the gig was for 5 hours, starting from 10pm till 3am. Mic Ho gets 2 hours, Justin also gets 2 hours but Assault & Battery gets 45 minutes.

like watafak?

simple math has shown that 5 hours can be divided by 3 people. gets you about say 1 hours 40 minutes per DJ. so whats the fucking problem? why cant they get their fair share of airtime too? so you say that the crowd doesnt like dnb, well sad to say. earlier acts didnt gather any crowd either cus sessiosn was held simultaneously with Ghettoheaven(the most overrated weekly event evah!) but at 2am as Assault & Battery took the stage, people or close friends of assault & battery packed the dancefloors and there was actually some people dancing on it.

okay lor, u say dnb is dodgy music. stick to techno la till death. sheesh.

i just dont get it.

another thing what i dont get was, how come velvet had a legal age of 23 instead of 21. mainroom or Ghettoheaven was above 21 and still school kiddies could enter. whats the differ man 23 and 21. how much can a person mature in 2 years anways. are you saying that in 2 years they'd be able to party responsibly and not cause such ruccuss like fights and stuff. fuck no. so wtf?

very the sohai. serious.

gees.

argh!

its now 5.31am friday and i feel like talking to someone. but sadly everyone's fast asleep. well i guess its another night to lookup to the sky and talk to the stars.. oh and let the mosquito's have their buffet. another long rant there. but mebbe next time.

sigh.

its times like these which i feel like dialing someone close. but they've all moved on and no longer layan my emoness like last time. die la liddet.

ciao.