This Is So Annoying (Or, Here We Go- Again)
The title of the entry should give you something of an outline of my feelings.
I've been harbouring a vague sense of uneasiness in the past few weeks. It escalates, it plummets, but the bastard never really goes away. Maybe getting it down on digital paper might make me feel better. Or maybe not. Ah what the hell. In the immortal words of Herr Goebbels, Adolf Hitler's right-hand man, 'No one will ever find out'.
My perfect class, well, to put it bluntly, ain't as perfect as I thought it would be.
Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. After being dragged through the shite last year, A05 is still a darned sight better than bloody S34.
But people whom I thought were good friends are keeping their distance, looking as though I hit them when I ask them something, you know the drill.
I. Don't. Fucking. Get. It. At. All.
Am I really such a repulsive bastard? Am I as arrogant as Mourinho, or do I stink like a bile demon, or do I have the trustworthiness of Judas, or WHAT?
Subhanallah, what do I have to do to please people...
Bah. Meiling and Emily, the inseparable Temasek Twins, must have their reasons for making me feel like persona non grata. As well as Benjamin and Bryan.
The last thing I want to do is slander anyone over the Internet. No matter what you may think, I am not that kind of person. However, this is my blog, and those are my feelings, and I relate tell them as personally and as honestly as I want.
So I feel they are far from friendly, and I will say so. Nothing amounting to slander. Just to get that all clear.
So...this post is just a venting of frustrations, really. Like Old Faithful, I need to mouth off every now and then or I'll explode like the lizard Royston and me saw getting stamped on back in Secondary 3.
For further intellectual debate that stimulates the mind and is a recognized Finn Solomon product, please see the entry below. For those who sympathise and identify and can bear to stand my angsty mutterings, read on.
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Oh, you're still here? Wow, you must be more interested than I thought.
Yeah...
Well maybe you really 'can't win them all'. If you don't have a body of Adonis, that is. Maybe if I had Schawzenegger's physique and a Spanish name I could breeze through life with mindless girls falling at my feet, kissing the ground I walk on. Fucking hell, those guys absolutely kill me.
Why do I have to be so relentless in my pursuit for ultimate popularity? Well maybe not ultimate popularity, but why am I so god-damned thin-skinned and emotionally sensitive? I want to be more like Cheryl or Irma, who can laugh off an insult like nothing. I want to be more like Ragui, bless him, who takes a slandering and keeps on ticking. I know I can never be famous. I would wither from the criticism, and it really, really despairs me that I can suffer from such a debilitating weakness.
I have to find a way to not let it affect me.
Maybe I'll take Andy's advice. Just throw all the plans I've made for my life out of the window and go drinking and find a party to crash instead. Yes, I will take a book with me. No, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
See you around in a bit ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully by the time you come back, Dark Solomon will have been banished and the Finn you all know and love will hath returned unto thee.
- Dark Solomon, angst-ridden teen.
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PROFILE
Sulaiman Daud a.k.a. Finn Solomon a.k.a. Dark Solomon, emo boy.
Liverpool FC die-hard. Rafael Benitez is my master.
Arts Student of Tampines College
Fortunate member of the best academic class in Singapore- 06A05
Reporter for the TODAY Newspaper
Fairly liberal Muslim
Technophobe
Quite possibly the biggest Stephen King/Terry Pratchett fanatic in the world
Lover of classic rock- The Beatles, Guns N' Roses, The Who, Led Zeppelin and AC/DCtag
Gemini- This might explain the days when I am insufferably moody. And also the days when I am wildly optimistic.
Dragon- The Chinese Zodiac is intriguingly accurate in its assessment of my character.
Shares a special bond with a special girl from Texas, an amazing woman in Madrid, the erudite psycho of Tampines, an amusing Egyptian and the classy rock lady in Canada, a great friend from the Phillipines, a lovely lass from Venezuela, another one in Sheffield, and the coolest of dudes from Miami, Minnesota and London.
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