I just got punked

Okay...

Yesterday. Hmmm... Saturday. Hmmm... I should apologize for not blogging as often as I would like. I've been very busy in school and by the time I get home, I'm waaay to tired to think some more so I play the guitar and then go to sleep. Yes, guitar-playing is an important part of my life. Play guitar at least once a day. Hopefully I can play Shuraba entirely one day. It's tough, them little chords. Deceivingly tough. Looks easy but to play at the right tempo and timing, woah. I feel like playing the oboe once again BUT GUITARS ARE WAY COOLER.

So yea... I've been practising A Certain Romance by The Arctic Monkeys. Kinda easy with just a little touch of trickiness in it. Syncopation and stuff like that. Western songs are easy. Songs by Asian bands are way more technical. Super hard la Tokyo Jihen!

I've also been listening to Ellegarden recently. Simple Pop Rock tunes with kinda rubbish lyrics. They sound way better playing Japanese songs. Wooo. Seems a lot already.

No soccer this week. Today there's street soccer. It's ace. it's been a while since I scored many many goals. i do score them in the field but not as often as I would like. I'll be working on it though. Matter of time.

Skate Friday is going well. Mao was injured this week so he didn't do much. I'm working on them flips and Norman is learning the POP SHOVE IT. Good progress, mates. I there's more Friday night cycling, I think I want to go cycling instead next time. Hahaha. Bastard la Aqeel. Ok, ok, Friday nights are for skating with the boys. Saturdays are soccer with the boys. Where's time for the girls? NO time for girls. Sad.

MUST MAKE TIME!

Ahhhhh... When will I ever be pro at guitar?

Anybody has Skype? Add me. Ok? FooO!~

Tests are coming soon. I think I should start staying back in school to study. I can't study at home thanks the bloody warlock.

OK, yesterday morning, the dudes from Huixian's class pulled a prank on me. At 8 a.m... Woke me up, man. But I tried to sound awake as I thought Huixian was calling me. I don't want to answer a call from a girl sounding like some drowsy fella.

It was her "dad". I'm like... ALAMAK... MAMPOS AKU

"Hello"

"Hello. Are you Aqeel?"

"Yeap."

"What have you done to my daughter?"

(Aiseyyy... What have I done?)

"What have you done to my daughter, Huixian?"

"Sorry?" (I'm like blur... What telah happened to her? Piang eh. I'm dead laa.)

"You lent her your guitar, right?"

"Yeah I did, sir."

"She's been playing the guitar and not been studying."

"I'm sorry,sir. Perhaps I could take it back?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

(......?) slow la me, morning-morning.

"Eh, you really believed it ah? You sounded so scared."

(Sounds like Jingshun...)

"Aiseh man, I just got punked first thing in the morning."


Good fun though. Adeeiii.