Destiny is calling me

Hello everyone.

My name is Brandon Flowers,
Vocals/Synths for The Killers if you had not heard of me.

Tonight,
I voted myself to be here,
For the welcoming back of,

None other than my Mr Brightside.



("Mr Brightside" playing in background)

(Lan takes to mic off Brandon, giving him some mouthful tounge-ing, leaving that Killer's vocalist satisfied enough to leave the stage)

First things first,
My apologies for my rather emotionally-stressed entries in the recent entries,
And heartfelt thanks to all those who gave me their support through this breakdown.

I won't say I'm all fine now,
But better,

Much better.




Now to start this off,
You've probably heard of this,
And if you don't,

Congratulations,
You are stupid.

Transformers 2.


- Taken from Rinniey's


My turn.

Honestly in my opinion,
I would have preferred the first.

Sure it's more action-packed and a whole lot of new Transformers making their apperances,
But it's too rushed even for a 2 and a half hour movie.

At certain parts of the show,
You don't even understand why it happened that way,
And who the fuck died along the way.

The biggest disappointment is Megatron himself.

A leader of the Decepticons,
Been awaken and fly off from the bottom of the ocean to make a grand comeback.

Oh wait,
Did I say grand comeback?

No,
In Transformers ROTF,
Megatron is one pathetic sissy "I-forgot-how-to-fight" recycled cans put together.

But don't be saddened Tronny,
The other Decepticons were pathetic as hell too.

Took them so long to make grand appearances,
Especially that sand-sucking thingy,
But died in one or two shots after?

And that awful load of Deceptions came crashing in to give chase on Sam Wipuki,
All disappeared in an instant?

Don't get me started at the classic Decepticon who betrayed them and joined the Autobots,
So much for me going "WOW",
When the next minute he was lying on the floor breathless.

The best part,
Optimus Prime did a Megazord,
Salvaging the parts of a dead Decepticon.

Reminds me of Dragonzord and Megazord merging together.

Maybe that ain't the best part,
Who could have imagined a Decepticon taking the apperance of one hot chick in Wipuki's college?

And a metallic tail thingy coming out under her skirt?
And a tounge that reminds me of Mortal Kombat's Scorpion "get-over-here" thingy?

Alright fine,
The good part.

Humor level is better than the first,
Time spent is worth your every dollar since it's a pretty long movie,
Closed enough to being a Star Wars.

Megan Fox ass.

That's pretty much all of it.

Don't expect a good storyline,
If you gonna watch it.

Just enjoy your popcorn,
And happy having headaches to it.

Well then,
I've been reading up my old entries,
For boredom's sake.

This,
Is from my a month old entry.



Oh,
The regret.

Till next time then.


But it's just the price I paid,
Destiny is calling me,
Open up my eager eyes,

Cause I'm Mr Brightside,
Lan

Don't look back in anger

This post has served it purpose.

With regards,
Lan

Pull the trigger

I stood at the corridor outside,
Leaning on the parapet,
Smoking out thoughts I can't forget,
Flipping through my lyrics' notepad

A phrase was written there,
Not in my writing,
"This is about a girl",
Though you never completed it

Lyrics of "Womanizer",
When I was stressed up memorizing them in the train ride
I eventually pissed you off,
Yet you gave me a hug,
I left my stress alone and closed the book,
Letting my thoughts drift away in that warmth

Few pages more flipped,
6th June BBQ Pit,
Stating the food that we ordered,
Flip it again,
Your "I miss you" message,
Who knows that's the last while we dated

Who knows the last was a hand-shake

Throwing my cigarette butt off the parapet,
I entered my home,
Staring at the table,
The first time you came,
I remembered Twister Meal and two honey biscuits,
With your Mr Bean drink on my table.

I turned around and shook my head,
Only to see that little space beside the sofa,
Where you and I sat down and played with my cat,
Giggling like children each time she gets high.

I looked away,
Blinking my eyes out of this memories,
Looking at the sofa,
Reminiscing back when we're both singing to some songs with the microphone.

I can't stand it anymore,
Rushing to my room,
Messing my hair out of frustration,
But it'll only get worse

I stoned at the doorway,
That empty computer seat,
Where you would always be browsing through my iTunes,
Or plainly surfing the net,
With my guitar leaning onto the wall beside it,
Reminding me that it's not normal for me to learn Flyleaf's Cassie,

But I was just trying to impress you on the next phone call.

I switched off my desktop and turned behind,
Only to remember us sitting and leaning on my cupboard while teasing one another

I took another deep breath,
Taking out another cigarette on my computer desk,
And sat at my mattress as I light it up.

Remembering how we used to cuddle around on it,
Poking one another,
These distractions never ends,
Finishing my puff,
I wanted a rest,
And I lied down.

I shut my eyes as tightly as I could,
Trying to forget, trying to protect,


I can't,
It was too overwhelming

I can almost feel you just lying beside,
Waiting for me to turn and let our eyes drown into one another

I got up and grabbed another stick,
Sat on my computer chair,
And here I am,
Writing back about the previous 3 hours or so.

All of these is breaking me,
Inside out,
I can't stay on like this,

I just need to get out.


I just,

Need some rest.

No,

A lot of rest.






I should have listened to you faf,
But I was too stubborn,
Too full of myself.

I'm sorry.


Dear Nat,

I hope you'll live a life full of happiness from this day onwards,
Full of smiles and laughters.
You have shown me there's still beautiful things in life I never thought existed.
And for that,
I thank you.

Should there be another guy,
I hope he'll take good care of you,
And shows you that brightside you deserves.


As for me.

I just need a lot of rest now.



Lan

Gotta love the way Alex talked to the crowd on the song break in the 2nd vid,
Check it out,
About some seconds pass 2.00.


Anyway I'm going for a detail update soon,
When I have the time.


Words are poisoned darts of pleasure,
Lan

You called for another Mayday

Regarding Melfraps acoustic set at Fullerton Starbucks,
They had been some minor changes.

We will be performing at 4.30pm instead of 5.30pm,
Which also meant we are the first band to perform.

Further details are as follows.



Please come and support us,
Or should I say 3/5 of us?

Nevermind,
Show your support nonetheless.

Heh.


Dear Natalie,

From time to time,
I might read up the old entries,
The old chat logs,
The old smses,
On how fantastic life has been since the day I knew you

Who could have known that,
Just a simple chill out anywhere,
We could have so much laughter,
So much fun,
So much teasing of each other

They say good things doesn't lasts forever,
For the countless number of times,
It happened again,
Suprisingly short this time.

Things had to change,
Unknowingly all too sudden,
In a rush of good things to come,
Came the rush to end it all.

Sudden,
It was so sudden.

I'm accepting it now,
Your friends needs you more than I do,
Knowing since childhood,
I can only imagine how tight the bond has been,
You'll need them to be your everyday happiness.

Somehow,
I've failed at that,
I don't know.

You girls,
Take good care of her,
And take good care of yourself too.

Fret not,
Even if my health is taking its toll on me,

I'll still be around for you,
To sing with,
To crap with,
To gossip with,
Or simply to tease with.

And that,
For once,


Is my promise to you.




With love,
Lan

And you shake, and you bleed, while I sing my song

Another MC.

The fuck is wrong with me.

Well you see,
I was coughing out blood since two nights ago,
I seldom did cough though,
But when I do,
It came out blood.

Compressed-feeling in the chest and unable to breathe,
Weird ringing feeling in my head that ends up me being giddy,

It happened quite a few times until today morning,
About 4am when I'm trying my best to sleep,

Had a smoke,

Had an asthma attack.

I can't find my inhaler puff,
It's been so long since I had an attack,

Like 2 years?

Then,
Everyone's asleep,
So I just walked out of the house and went to CGH.

They did a fucking lot of checks on me,
Although there's one that's gonna stay for a while in my mind.


A female doctor,
Handing over this tube-like thingy for asthmatic patients to blow,
There's a meter that record down how hard you can blow.

So she handed me that thingy,

"Blow for me, as hard as you can"

I would have ran out of the room in terror if the doctor's male,

Thank God.

But I still had this "WTF?" impression on my face that I tried hard to hide it.

And she mentioned about getting warded if it happened again,
At that point of time I was just feeling lucky that I didn't mention about the coughing out blood thingy.

But heads up Lan,
You're gonna have another session tonight,
And a performance on Sat.

That's the problem,
I had to smoke to keep my vocal the way I like it,
For Sat's acoustic set,
And now I'm supposed to reduce it because of some stupid asthma attack.

No way,
No way I'm telling ya.

I haven't been having my days well off,
Work,
Life,
It's not the way it has to be.

I worry too much,
I got myself stressed up at every little thing,
And I've been smoking hard to keep my thoughts controlled,
Even though sometimes I had to blurt things out.

I only wanted back myself,
Lan

We were just in time, Let me take a little more of your mind

If you don't mind minus points for your current intelligence,
Have a look at what I've found;

Womanizer cover by Cosmic Elf (Who the fuck?)




Of course for those who actually mind watching such videos,
Believing that all these will pulls you out of the walkway towards becoming a degree holder.

Here's another two,
All American Rejects and Franz Ferdinand respectively.





Of course,
My favourite had to be Franz's version.

If only The Killers or Strokes are into it too.

Sigh.

So which womanizer are you?


Now coming back to some life updates.

Melfraps will be having their first ever acoustic performance,
This Saturday at Fullerton's Starbucks.

The whole thing starts from 1pm onwards,
And ours should be just about 5.30pm.

Not only can you come down to support us,
But support us by drinking Melfra- I mean, Caramel Frappucinno with us.

Yeah we eventually got our name from there,
Maybe that's the reason Starbucks wants us there.

......yeah lol.

-.-

On top of that,
Only Wan, Zhar and me are playing,
Good ol Roy finally got enlisted today morning,
And they didn't want drums,
So we had to leave Mr Hotstuff Khai out.

Also,
It's an all originals performance,
Which means I finally had the chance to showcase the first ever song I wrote,
Titled "Like You Do".

So do come and chill while listening to us with coffees all over,
You know I'll be fucking high at that kind of places.


And you Nat,
Please be there too or I'll fire my revolver at your bullseye spot on the cheek.



Oh wait,
She somehow got it covered.

*winks*


That aside,

I finally met up with aneh after like 1 week plus of hiatus,
Even though it's only for a short while,
And main reason's was to hand over the cash I owed her,

Strangely,
It got me real nervous.

So nervous that I had stomach cramps,
And can't continue my sleep after reaching home.

Here I am,
Getting ready for night shift,
With only 4 or 5 hours of sleep.

If I get an opportunity,
I'm sure to knock myself out at work.

And hon,
I'll be waiting for a day we can spend it whole,
Maybe karaoke-ing to toybox or aqua.

Heh.

I miss you.


Once again,
All the best to Roy with his "Korang tengok nanti aku da keluar camp aku da slim" project in the army.



So will he transform?

Stay tuned.

If destiny's kind I've got the rest on my mind,
Lan

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now...

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you....

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Just hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment here with you

It's a beautiful Sunday, but it will be the last I'm seeing

While currently waiting for my Metal Gear Online to finish patching up,
Which insanely just reached 70% after two hours of waiting,
I decided to come here.

Ah,
Back to the times I've been actively blogging.

Best part is,
I'm on MC again.

Fucking insomnia.
Sigh.

Now now,
I received a call yesterday morning,
From someone who's been with me in the gaming world during the ITE days,
When I was a friggin hardcore gamer.

I was asleep but decided to play nice and answered the call,
But no one was saying anything,
Only plain background noises somewhat.

I went online in the afternoon and asked for answers on why,
Out of randomness,
Did he dare disturb my sleep.

I got this.



And there you go,

A kitten called me.

In a place literally littered with dogs,
A kitten called me.

Must have been a call for help,
A call for me to adopt it and let my siamese do some babysitting job.




And she's ready for some breast feeding yo!

With that said,
I'm still standing by the fact that Facebook is evil.

Yet I still use em,
Putting each and every of my friends in consistent paranoia of what I may do to them.

Proof.




Heh.

And it's 99% on my Ps3 already,
So yeah,
I'm still considering if I should put up an entry about me,
Before I became a vocalist in Melfraps.

It could be a boring one,
But payday's tomorrow.

That means,

Ice Caramel Machiatto + Blogging= :D,
Lan

I love it when you call, but you never call at all

As much of an easy-going person I am,
I feel as if I'm evolving in a way or another,
Or digivolve in digimon terms.

I've realised sometimes little things can irritate me,
Not to the extent of me slapping the back of the head of the irritator(hey new word!),
But just simply,

Irritated.

To those who has been noticing me,
I walk fast.

Faster than some fbt men in their 40's doing slow jog.

And when I'm walking in cramped areas,
Slow walker irritates me,

In a way that I find every gap possible for my lean body to slip through.

And because of my fast pace,
There are times someone U-turn with me behind and scares the shit of out themselves.

I don't know if it's because of me being a zombie look-alike,
But it happens quite a number of times.

Especially MRT stations when I'm turning to the stairs,
And another coming down,
Saw me,

And did the "OMG FUCK I SAW A FUCKING GHOST" expression.



It humors me,
And it irritates me.


Talking about MRT stations,
I'm still irritated by the fuckload of dick + pussyheads who cramped up onto the train doors,
Trying to rush in to get the seats when the pitiful people who's trying to get out eventually had to some Lord of the Rings rush through.

But that topic alarmed someone big,
It's as if they actually read here.

I can't really remember where,
Farrer Park maybe,
They had securities who stood in between of the yellow lines that divides incomers to let the people in the train get out as smoothly as possible.

Now to those big guys reading here,
Please send out a minimum/maximum speed rule for pedestrians too.

Hell,
I can't imagine speed limit signs in shopping malls.

Heh.

With that all said,





Nat,
I don't know what went wrong,
Even if there was a wrong in the first place.

The last conversation we had two days ago,
Was like any other one we had,
But somehow I remember you went silent,
As if I said something wrong,
But then you were laughing again.

And I remembered telling you to call me back whenever you wish to as I make my way to the toilet.

But I haven't been hearing from you since,
I tried your phone and it was switched off,
Maybe it really went haywire after it got thrown off.

I asked your close friend and she too didn't get to contact you for that two days.

Here I am,
Lethargic everyday,
Trying to hit that rewind button in my mind,
Trying to remember was there anything that happened in our last conversation.

But I can't,
Somehow I can't feel any wrong to it.

And today I managed to gather up enough guts to call your house,
You weren't around.

I don't know Nat,
You will call me for like every opportunity presented to you,
You will call me for like 2 or 3 times a day,
And now you suddenly went silent for almost 3 days,
Worse still I can't get to you at all.

I'm getting paranoid,
I worry at every second that ticks,
I kept shooting questions at myself not knowing any answer that would satisfy this hunger.

I don't know,
They don't know,

Give me a sign you're alright.




With love,
Brandon

Coming

Fancy me talking about having more free time to blog when I was wasting my life in camp in the past,
Maybe I desperately need someone to sponsor me Starbucks coffee every now and then.

Sigh.

This is gonna be a short one,
Cause' I'm in a rush.

And I always blog when I am.

It's not a big deal for some,
But suprisingly related to my previous post,
I had another motherfucking roach disturbance again.

At 10 this morning,
I felt as if some girl is caressing my bare chest,
As much as I enjoyed it,
I only woke up to find a motherfucking roach on my motherfucking chest,
With no motherfucking intent on where to go next.

That was the rarest of time I actually got up straight upon opening my eyes,
Not to mention jumping and yelling out loud,

"PUKI MAK KAU SIAL"

I was barely conscious yet I managed to run to my living room,
Grabbing a can of pesticide,
And calling my ma to assist me in finding the now hidden motherfucking roach.

But it was my ma who sprayed it in the end,
What more,
She actually slammed the can on the motherfucking roach when it stubbornly refuses to fall on its back.

Since then,
I went back to bed with the highest level of paranoia mankind has ever seen.

I got back to sleep suprisingly,
Till I woke up and shits happened.

I went to my kitchen,
Saw one motherfucking roach on a plastic bag lying there motionless,
There I was so glad I can unleash barrages of pesticide on a defenseless motherfucking roach.

I did.

And it still doesn't move.

I readied my pesticide again in defensive position and lift the plastic bag up,
To see if the motherfucking roach is really dead and will slip off the bag.

It doesn't.

It still sticks there.

That was when I realised,


It's just a picture of a motherfucking roach on the plastic bag.


Fine,
You got me this time.


Be right back,
Lan