Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me the one who lives there
She was once a true love of mine
I had the day off today! But I still woke up at 11 thirty. Rushed out to un-furry-fy my eyebrows. :) I think the lady who threads my eyebrows took one look at my eyebrows and had a mild heart attack.
Then we came home and everybody was rushing to get to my sister's convocation on time. Seriously, we were in so much of a hurry that nobody had time to get mad at anybody. I was practically applying my make up while running out the door (actually, I did it in the bathroom, I was just applying eyeliner while making my way to the car). We made it on time, in the end. And watched my sister graduate.
Then we had high tea (my brother was lifting his tea really high so he could have 'high tea' which was so damn lame). The food was kinda..bad. LOL! It left me really thirsty. The ice cream was good, though.
After the convocation, I LAZED AROUND AT HOME!
Woohoo!! I was so excited about lazing.
Then after dinner, me and my brother went out to The Curve to HANG OUT.
I was so excited to hang out (too)!
Brother, me and the guy who works at Yamaha got talking about metal music. He told me I don't look like the kind who listens to metal music. But, ah-hah!, I shocked him because I actually listen to Pantera.. which I'm not sure why, but he found it strangely startling. And then we lamented on how bad it is that Dream Theater, Megadeth, Black Sabbath and even Ozzy went to Singapore but they never came here. He mentioned that Kreator DID come to Malaysia to which I said 'Which is probably why the Malaysian Gov decided to ban all metal bands to EVER step foot into Malaysia again'. He agreed. Which is true.
Then he told us that he's got a friend who's apparently kickass at playing the drums with a double pedal and that if we wanted, we could get together and jam.
Then, brother and I sat in Starbucks and talked about life. :) No, really. We talked about LIFE. Or rather, our opinions on it. It's strange that we only share about our problems and all that over Starbucks. Starbucks should feel proud.
While waiting for our drinks to arrive, I mentioned that I'm actually dying to play because we all know how weird it can get to just play the bass alone.. which was when my brother said 'Why don't WE start our own band?'. And I agreed. Hell knows it's easier that way. We can just turn our dining room into our little jam studio. He actually wants keyboards in the band.
Now, I'm wondering if, after I've got my pay, I should buy a 5-string bass guitar. My Dad will freak at me, I know but I really want a 5-string. I can play so much more songs that I enjoy with it. I told my brother and he said I should. But, now, I'm considering between the pedals and the 5-string. Lol! But I don't want Gorgeous to feel like she's being replaced. Hmm~ Decisions.
Oh well, back to work tomorrow :)
Good thing I bought myself two magazines to read so I won't get bored. I just hope Kinokuniya will HOLD ON TO MY MAGAZINE until I have the time to go and collect it. I hope they WON'T CALL ME AND BUG ME to collect or they'll RELEASE IT.
>( They weren't like that before. Now, they're so mean.
I have a few things to do the moment I get my pay
- Shopping spree (I want new jeans, tops and SHOES)
- Collect my magazines before Kinokuniya blacklist me
- Watch EVERY movie I want
- Eat good food
- 5 string bass
I sense impending doom on my wallet. :)
I still have to save some of that for Christmas this year!
Cause, as usual, Christmas is the time of year I get VERY generous.
by Lewis Carroll
(verses written to the dream-music written down by C. K. Hutchinson, or Brasenose College)
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
