Awake, awake, awake!

"Being awake is not a crime. Sleeping is. Have you ever seen a boss or a teacher scold an employee or a student for being awake?"

So. A few things have been going on these past few days. In summary, I watched Quarantine yesterday and something amazing happened in the cinema while we (my friends and sister and I) were watching; I had my Grade 6 level (but taking Grade 5 exam... How sad is that?!) for my piano (to those that didn't know that I played piano, well... Now you do); Plus, my Dad was almost in a car accident; And I edited something on Wikipedia.

Now, let's put it in the order that I dished it out to you. In other words, chronological order. You know, I never really realized thought about it, but who the heck thought of the word "chronological" in the first place? Quite a useful word, though. After all, I just used it.

Anyways, let me get back to what happened. I'm sure you're all just dying to know. Or, you're not, and you're getting angrier by the second because I'm wasting your valuable time reading this. Either way, I'm still happy. Haha. Okay, alright, I'll continue.

Well, like I said, we watched Quarantine. They were trying too hard to copy Cloverfield, (to those that have watched that, now that was a horror+video camera movie) so it turned out kinda lousy. Now, with Cloverfield, it was all done (obviously) amateur-ish, since the guy in the movie wasn't a professional. Unlike the guy in Quarantine, since he was obviously a professional videographer thingy. (I have no idea what the actual word is, to be honest. Does the obviousness show? Wait, don't answer that) After all, (at least, in the movie, anyway) he was paid to record stuff on the camera. So it shouldn't have been shaky, blurred and etcetera. The parts when he was running, okay, that was permissible and understandable. It doesn't make it okay, mind you, but at least it's understandable. But at some parts... Well, let's just say that he filmed like an amateur.

Oh, and you won't believe what happened at the cinema during the movie! At one part, near the ending, (to those that have watched it, it was around when he was searching the attic. Before you-know-what showed up. I won't say more 'cause I don't wanna give a spoiler to those that haven't watched it yet) I went and let out this huuuuge sneeze! For those that know me personally and have heard me sneeze, then you know how loud it is. Like KevJumba said about his sneeze, "it sounds like elephants making love!" That sorta kinda applies to me, too.

My sneeze was so loud, it actually literally scared the entire cinema. My friend Fithri even went and said, (translated) "The scariest part of the movie wasn't even in the movie. It was [Josh's] sneeze!" I could hear a guy on the row behind us going "Apa tu?!" (translated) "What was that?!" followed by a girl saying "Jangan buat lawaklah!" (translated) "Don't be a wise-a*s!" There were a few people a few rows in front of me doing this: One guy suddenly sat up straight, another started looking around him and a third was holding his heart as if he just had a heart attack. All around us, people were shocked and looking arounfd. My sister on my right hit me, and my friend on my left looked like he wanted to do that as well.

Yeah, I don't think I made any new friends in the cinema that day.

What was next on the list? Oh, right, my piano exams were today. I had to take my Grade 5 paper for Grade 6. Or something like that. To those that have/are taking that piano paper, you all know how short it is, right? To those that don't know, here's a quick synopsis on what I had to do: I had to play 3 pieces, 3 short exercises, 5 scales (these are like playing a few octaves of a song, with the sharps and flats) and appregios, (these are three notes played in two octaves, but they're played with either sharp, normal notes or flats, depending on the key signature) some sight reading (this is when the examiner gives me a piano piece, and I have to play it without ever seeing it before) and Aural (Aural is when the examiner plays a piece, and I have to figure out what key signature it is, whether it's in a major or minor, what dynamis is being used, what candence, and etcetera on the song he played) all in 15 minutes.

15 minutes to play all of that. To be honest, I did quite a number of mistakes in my pieces, though I'm really glad that I did everything else quite smoothly, if not perfectly. (I'm not saying I played it perfectly, for obvious reasons) I'm not really sure if I'm going to pass, so I'm a nervous wreck about it right now. Okay, not a nervous wreck, but still nervous. My friends Farhana and Sofea tell me to calm down, but it's easier said than done, no? Problem was, I didn't play my best during the exam for my pieces. If I had, I wouldn't have mind failing at all. (Note: To those that don't play piano, the passing mark is 66. It's not that easy to get that, though) Well, what's done is done, right? Now all I can do is hope for the best. I'd like it if you can wish me luck or say a prayer for me. Haha. Thanks to those that do, and to those that don't, shame on you! Haha, nah, I'm only joking. I don't mind whether you do or not, but it would be nice to do it, you know.

Now, on to the next topic...

On his way to work, my Dad almost got hit by a car. He was one corner away from his office, and before he turned, he checked both sides. The guy must have been in a blind spot because as soon as my Dad turned the guy came and almost hit my Dad. It missed my Dad by barely six inches, to be precise. Obviously, that guy was angry. Since it was my Dad's fault, he couldn't blame the guy, so he put up his hand as an apology. Wanna know the cool part? The guy continued driving in front of my Dad and waved back! That was both amazing, and odd. Thank God, though, that the car missed, or else my Dad would have been in the hospital, or worse!

To those that don't get it, read this paragraph. To those that do, skip to the next one. You're driving along the wrong, minding your own business. Suddenly, a guy turns the corner and you practically ran into him, missing just by 6 inches or less. Then, even though you're angry, when the driver of the car raises his hand in apology, all you do is continue your driving and smile and wave back. That's how amazing plus odd it was. Get it now? No? Not my problem.

Finally, we're almost done now.

Yes, you read it right the first time. I, a humble average citizen of Earth, went and edited Wikipedia. I didn't edit anything scientifical, of course. All that I edited were some (okay, most) of the episode summaries on Reaper. Hey, I had to do it! Most of the summaries were either incorrect, or not informative enough. Since I'm a current avid fan of the show (I can't believe that Season 2 is coming out in January! I can't wait that long!) and can name you what vessel was used for each soul, (try me, you won't be disappointed) I just decided to fix that page. Of course, even after watching the second season either online or on the TV, I'm still gonna buy the box set for Season 2. I have the first one, I need the second one. Only fans of a series and/or collectors can even attempt to understand what I mean.

Yes, that's pretty much what's been happening for the past few days. Dang, it's 1:26 AM already. Right, I gotta go now. Sorry, I'd have finished this sooner if it wasn't for the fact that Aboo was sitting on my lap for about the first four paragraphs (the quote thing doesn't count) and kinda made it hard for me to type. To those that don't know or have forgotten, Aboo is my pet monkey. Yes, when I say "pet monkey", I mean "pet monkey". Not that... You know.

Salut,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. If you're not a musician and you don't understand some of the music jargon, get a musician friend to help translate for you. I can't be bothered to. Or, better yet, learn to play an instrument yourself!

A Guy's Point Of View

"Everything has two sides to a story. Good and evil; Sweet and bitter; Love and hate; Innocent and guilty; Boys and girls."

(NOTE: This has been edited, and is not mine in the first place. In fact, after this bracket, it's all part of an edit until the end)

Girls, you may agree to this, but when it actually happens, 96% of girls don't realize it until it's too late and the guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice and appreciate him.

From a guy's point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 AM in the morning, we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 AM that it can't wait till the next morning.

When we tell you that you're pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, cute, stunning or anything similar to that, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong, because we'll just stop trying to convince you.

One of the sexiest thing about a girl is her self confidence. (Yeah, you can quote me on that) Don't be mad when we hold the door for you. We're not being chauvinists that think you're too weak to open the door. We're trying to be a gentleman. Take advantage of the mood that we're in.

If we give you an expensive gift, don't feel guilty about it. We saved and/or worked hard to get it, and to us, you deserve it. If we got you a present that you don't like, tell us, but don't tell us in such a harsh way. There is a thing called "tact", you know. Whenever we give you gifts for no apparent reason, don't think that we're only giving it to you because we're in trouble. We do it because we love you.

Let us pay for you! Don't "feel bad" about it. We not only enjoy doing it, but it's what we expect to do. Just smile and say, "thank you."

Kiss us when no one is watching. But if you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be even more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us! If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't need to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every makeup that you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her PJ's, or when she's wearing one of my T-shirts and boxers, compared to when she's all dolled up.

Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. Try to see the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily. We never mean to hurt you. Don't be so quick to get jealous, either. Let us talk and be friends with other girls. You don't have anything to worry about. After all, we chose you.

Stop using magazines and the media as your bible. Please don't talk about "how hot Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Jesse McCartney is" in front of us. Frankly, we don't care. You have girlfriends for that kind of stuff.

Whatever happened to the word "handsome"?

And girls, we can not stress this enough: If you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. Ditch him, because he probably won't. Sorry, but guys like that are a disgrace to the male population. He's an a*s and you should find someone who will treat you with utter respect.

Someone who will honour your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do to them. Someone who will stop whatever they're doing just to look you in the eyes and say...

"I love you."

And actually mean it.

Salut,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. To those that know the original, they'll know what I've added, erased, modified and fixed. Whether I've made it better or worse is debatable. I'm pretty sure that most - if not all - guys (those that aren't jerks, anyway) will agree with this. So girls, please, look at our point of view.

God, it's been a while...

"One thing that I don't understand about exams is this: Why is our future, our entire life, determined by a single piece of paper, your memory and how well you were that day?"

To be honest, I had actually planned to post in October, but one thing led to another, and now it's November. Price of procrastination, I guess. I did plan to write the personalities (as how I see it) of each of my classmates, as well as a random amount of friends not from my class. Oh well. Guess that'll have to wait.

Anyways, since I'm typing stuff now, I'm not gonna go into detail about my life at the moment (probably not, though. For all I know, I might get so used to blogging again that I'll start spilling all of my secrets. Again), so I'll just mention a dream that I had recently.

It was a really weird dream, but even though I had it a few nights ago, I can still remember it quite vividly. It started out normal enough.

Wait, scratch that. It was weird from the beginning. I remember it started with me going into a room, which was like a party theme going on (note here: not the teen party where people dance around like uncontrolled monkeys, but the kind of party where adults go to and... Talk. Not much of a party, really) and one of my best friends were there. I saw Danny and his family were there, and we were started catching up, chatting, basically having a great time from just talking. God, I miss him. That dream just made me realize how much.

After the talking, and a few feeble attempts at getting him to sleep over so that we could have more fun together, I decided to walk out of the place. As soon as I left the room, the dream seemed to skip to the future a bit, and it was suddenly 2009, and we were back in school. The way the dream moved on, it was kinda like how the movies do it, skipping loads of time effortlessly. (You know what I'm talking about)

I went into a classroom, and it was March. The classroom was one of my junior's class, and they were all talking together and hanging out in that room. In the dream, it was 3 girl's birthdays on that month, so the juniors were planning something for them. I just happened to be there, so I sat down and paid attention. People seemed to talk more to others, instead of to me. It was as if I wasn't there at all. Whenever I tried talking to some of the other juniors, they just ignored me point blank, without even glancing my way or acknowledging my existence. Even though I now know that it was a dream, it still hurt.

One thing was off about the planning of the party, though, and even though I noticed it in the dream, for some reason I didn't realize anything was amiss. Odd, no? Anyways, the thing that was off was the fact that junior I had my eye on (I'm not going to elaborate more, at least, not yet) had her birthday on in March, but her name wasn't in the list of the three girls that had their birthdays then.

I even remember saying (in the dream) "Hey, why isn't ******'s birthday in this list?" but for some reason, it was shrugged off. Then I all I remember was seeing her (for some reason, really close to my face, until I could see every flaw and perfection) organizing everything. In fact, there were only 5 juniors that I can recall, and 3 of them didn't mean that much to me, which was really quite interesting, in retrospect.

After that, it was suddenly at least one month ahead, and me and a couple of other prefects (again, juniors) were playing a water balloon war. I don't remember what happened during that at all, except that for some reason, no one got wet (other than the palm of our hands from holding the somewhat leaking water balloons)

So, that's it. My dream, finally written - or, typed, at least - into some sort of medium. Interpret it anyway you like. I don't mind. I've got my own interpretations, but the human mind is way too complicated for just one mere person to try to interpret and understand. Feel free to leave any interpretation(s) in the comment box.

Once again, sorry for taking up your time, thank you for reading my blog, and have a nice day.

Salut,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. I guess this makes it official that my blog is no longer in a coma.