the bookworm crawls by

music:motorcycle drive by-third eye blind

mood:bloated

I go home to the coast

it starts to rain

I paddle out on the water alone

Taste the salt and taste the pain

I'm not thinking of you again

Summer dies and swells rise

the sun goes down in my eyes

see this rolling wave

darkly coming to take me, home

And I never been so alone

and Ive never been so alive

i bought a book today! running with scissors by augusten burroughs. you would think, 11 years spent in the education system would have taught me how to spell the words 'scissors' , 'straight' and 'exercise' easily...but no. hell, sometimes i even have trouble spelling weird. "i before e except after c".

WHEN Augusten Burroughs was twelve, his mother (a poet with delusions of Anne Sexton) gave him away to her psychiatrist, a man who might have benefited from a touch of therapy himself. This is the story of the bizarre years Augusten spent in the doctor's dilapidated Victorian mansion, getting to know the paedophile in-patient who lived in the garden shed, eating Valium tablets like other kids eat sweeties and resorting to the vintage electroshock therapy machine to liven up those quieter moments.

i can't wait to get started.

let's keep running...

music:glass in the trees-dead poetic
mood:cold&miserable

and the glass in the trees
and all you left here
reflects everything that I missed

the common cold is possibly one of the most uncomfortable affliction. my nose won't stop running it's own marathon, my eyes keep tearing up like a sensitive new age guy at a screening of the notebook. BLEH.

anyways. yesterday was CLARAHHHHH's birthday. happy sexy seventeenth! hope you liked your pressie, more importantly, that you actually wear it out. you'll definitely be one hot mama. barbeque party was good, considering cin, mel and I (all propurrr here) were basically seated at that one same spot the entire night, stuffing our faces and watching the domestic (violence) display. &the secret santa didn't really end up remaining secret in the end. oh wells. GINGERBREAD COOKIES ARE YUM.

oh yes. shopping yesterday too, with cin. i got a pair of funky TEAL heels. and she, fishbowl shorts+lace leggings. LMFAO.

i love rain..indoors.
outdoors--not so much.

ps:im SORTA done with homework. 6 more days to go.

HAPPY XMASTIME.

music:divine intervention-taking back sunday

mood: nauseous :(

all of those flavours and this is what you choose

past the blues, past the blues

and on to something new

something real

make it timeless

an act of god and nothing less will be accepted

so if you're calling me out

then count me out.

wow. they're pretty good, as much as i would like to deny it. being called a calculating albeit a warm-hearted bitch isn't so easy on the ears. oh wells. at least i'm super at cuddling.

"you don't choose your family" how true. extended families are like a long, drawn-out punishment.

anyway. xmastime. can you say PRESENTS?! fuck yeah.

ps: i changed my layout! the theme:robots. like, duh.

i've got this store bought way of saying i'm okay

music:all u can eat-ben folds

mood:hungry :)

i am soo sorry nietz. haha i know this has been a long time overdue.

see here peoples. these are the testaments to our friendship (gotta eat the cheesy) and the reliability of CANADIAN airmail. hohos. thanks muchos for the wonderful surprise. maybe next year you won't have to mail something over...fingers crossed for a visit yeah? oh &get well FAST. rest &drinks lots of water, beat those nasty lil buggers.

&here, is lyrical genius at work. I LOVE BEN FOLDS.. &his dorky glasses.

So I'm lookin' at all the people in this restaurant

What do you think they weigh

And out the window to the parking lot

At their SUVs taking all of the space

They give no fuck

They talk as loud as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-Mart

Talk about some shit that's been on my mind

Talk about the state of this great nation of ours

People, look to you left, yeah, look to your right

They give no fuck

They buy as much as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

So I'm looking at the people lining up for plastic

Wouldn't you like to see them in the National Geographic

Squatting bare-assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl

With a towel on their head and maybe a bone in their nose

See that asshole with the peace sign on his license plate

Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane

God made us number one cause he loves us the best

Well maybe he should go bless someone else for a while

give us a rest

We've eaten all we can eat

don't be afraid of the leper.

music:the waffle song-adam lazzara
mood:whiny

IM FREAKING HIDEOUS! i'm now shedding like a SNAKE. i'm just gonna hide myself from the world and never appear before it everrrrr again. (woah. drama much?)
IM GHASTLY!

eragon
go watch. it's surprisingly pretty good. think LOTR. but better. okayyy maybe not A LOT better, but hey, dragons are pretty nifty. i'm SOLD. &i can't wait for the sequel next...whenever it comes out. did i mention i LIKE dragons?

i don't know what you heard about me
but i'm a fucking TREND P. I. M. P!
hahahaha. that's right. i pimp trends.

edit--apparently there WERE dragons in LOTR too. damnit. guess LOTR does win hands down. but still. eragon has got waaaayyy more fluff than LOTR.

i ain't see no waffles
and i think that's just bullshit
i ain' see no waffles
cos there ain't no waffles in belgiummmmmm
-now i've got a craving for them.

obsessions? i've got some.

music:a lifetime-better than ezra
mood:bloated

holy crapola. i am peeling like a banana faster than you can, well, peel a banana. &although i recoil at the stomach-upheaving sight of it, i can't help but to push the natural peeling process along. cue my upper dermis littering the floor. can you say eww?

spent the day with BFF todayyyy. haha. a good part of it was spent poring over a certain someone's blog. it's so fascinating. which brings me to my next point. how can anyone feel absolutely secure about anything they (personally) post on their blog? how can you put your heart, on your sleeve &on display up here, for people you don't know to laugh and point at. so i'm guilty of both. besides, it's so much more fun laughing at others &feigning ignorance.

snakes on a plane. that has got to be the most obvious title ever. seriously, try to top that. anyhow. it's true, it's really not that great a movie. but you should probably watch it anyway. it's pretty revolting but strangely hooking too. haha i love the scene in the bathroom where the guy's taking a piss and the snake latches onto his appendage. ouch. gotta hurt like a mofo. most memorable line: "i'm sick of the motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane!" me too, me too.

holiday from real

music:lynette's holiday mix '06

mood:wheeeeeeee.

a holiday to bali dictates picture after picture of a picturesque beach. so im just following my orders. hold your breath now.

sunsets in slow motion

this basically sums up my entire bali trip. total rest&relaxation.

i tried several new things though. snorkeling&white water rafting. funfunfun.

and guess what! i've got a tan to make anyone jealous. okay. it's not so much as tan as a BURN. but, whatever. at least i'm no longer WHITE (and nerdy!) but it freaking burns like a mofo.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

finally, i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts

so in no time there'll be one less sad robot

looking for a chance to be more than just metal (ms. delaney-jack's mannequin)

i make plans to break plans

and i've been planning something big (the phrase that pays-the academy is)

we could live through these letters

or forget it altogether

see the months they don't matter

it's the days i can't take

when the hours move to minutes

and i'm seconds away (new american classic-taking back sunday)

hold on to the corners of today

and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed (watermark-the weakerthans)

pretty little songs with dirty little words

ps: holy crapola. holiday homework. not done.

secrets are tailored trouble

music:liar(it takes one to know one)-taking back sunday
mood:sleepy

liar (liar)

if we're keeping score

we're all choir boys at best

intrusive and arrogant

HEY. HEY.

adam lazzara=butt sexiest voice ever.

i've found my hidden talent: knowing the correct things to say and when.
too bad they don't see the sardonic smirk that accompanies.

Bali in 2 days! i am sooo gonna get that elusive tan. you can "bet your bottom dollar" on it.

i'm an addict for dramatics

i confuse the two for love

i don't mind (:

this rant officially certifies me as a true blue blogger.

music:don't believe-letter kills
mood:fricking pissed off

WTF. seriously. whatthefuck.
firstly, (insert subject here) holiday homework given by (insert school here) (insert profession here). a whole fricking paper. like, a full exam paper.
secondly, they expect us to fricking print out the entire paper?! by ourselves. all TWENTY FIVE PLUS pages.
thirdly, printer ink doesn't cost as little as a vanilla ice cream from macd's. okay. not a very good comparison, considering the "cone" only costs 50c. but still.

holiday,schmoliday.
(i feel so cheated.)

don't believe in me

don't believe in me

'cause I will let you down

I will let you!

so entirely apt in all of this. scream with me.

"change comes from our heads, not our pockets"

music:existentialism on prom night-straylight run
mood:chirpy

sing me something soft

sad and delicate

or loud and out of key

sing me anything

heh. this song is strangely nostalgic. reminds me of my pre-Olevel state. (or maybe pre-er) i love how easy it is to attach sights,smells&thoughts to songs. music saves you!
(haha. i think i used to be an all indie-fied music snob. trust when i say i was that bad-- i sneered at the radio.)

anywhoot. i need to get off my ass and on to homework. i don't understand why teachers even give holiday homework. it's pretty damn obvious it doesn't, can't exist. simply because homework and holiday do not go together. at all. am i right? don't answer.
(the following proves why holiday homework never gets done. or even attempted.)

GUESS WHAT!
white&nerdy live! click to watch.
it's freaking hilarious, more so because it's performed LIVE. haha i totally dig the motorised scooters. WEIRD AL is genius.

i've found my inner domestic goddess! OHKAY. it doesn't so much revolve around the kitchen, or even anywhere near it. BUT. i'm hooked on cooking shows! jamie oliver, nigella whatserface..they're magic! rather, they WORK magic. teevee like that is delectable.

i can't wait for grey's (gray?) anatomy tonight! i was reluctant to join the legions of fans..but it has proved worthy--of my time. and i like christina yang. she's so wonderfully complicated.

sing like you think no one's listening

dancincompetence.

music:love hurts-incubus
mood:gleeful

candylove makes me go weak at the knees :)

and look at all the pretty colours!

know what else is absolute love? MIAMI INK. after watching this, you'll have a new-found respect for tattoo artists. they DON'T just trace/stencil shit, they actually ARE artists. with attitude and a sense of humour thrown in. discovery travel&living, 11pm, sunday nights. be there.

do you hide behind the dance, or does it reveal more than you want it to? they say dance is a form of expression but it could really swing both ways. it's only too easy to cower behind the all too beautiful smile, the performance.
it's just too bad that this is all i know.

keep living The Letdown.

they are false and brief advertisements...

music:false advertising-bright eyes
mood:-____- (haha)


On a string, I was held
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it is always right with the music
--they are brief and false advertisements for...
know what. conor oberst is wonderful.


risque
in short, we got owned. pwned, whatever. i mean seriously, double pirouettes and semi-tight choreography can only get you somewhere in the mean, free-stylin' alleys of hiphop. oh wells. at least we were 2nd/3rd. out of three groups. sooo im figuring, last. at least we had fun.


hallmark
call me a sucker for fluff, but you can't deny the mushy cliches that keep playing. this time, i caught "love comes softly". okay. so i only watched the last quarter of the show. but it was good. my favourite part,
"love isn't always fireworks. love sometimes just comes softly."
(disclaimer:don't quote me on this, i don't quote well myself.)
and i don't really want to watch the first 3 quarters. SPOILER!


i hate not understanding.

white&nerdy!

music:white and nerdy-weird al yankovic
mood:pumped

my MySpace page is all totally pimped out
got people beggin' for my top eight spaces
yo, I know pi to a thousand places
ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a wiz at minesweeper
I could play for days
once you've see my sweet moves
you're gonna stay amazed
my fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
I'm nerdy in the extreme and
whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and glee club
and even the chess team
only question I ever thought was hard
was "Do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?"
spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair
got my name on my underwear
they see me strollin',they laughin'
and rollin' their eyes cause
I'm so white and nerdy

+hahaha. i LOVE weird al.
+did some (if you count 7 hours as some) shopping with the mother today. i totally swear by shopping with the mother, it's like shopping with someone else's credit card, but better.
+shopping tomorrow with chew! call me out on it, but there's something about shopping for stationery that's just sooo appealing.
i have a fetish for stationery, and it's dead sexy.

sometimes i feel like i could just live inside my head.

other death

music:stable song-death cab for cutie
mood:solemn

time for the final bow
rows of deserted houses
all our stable mates highway bound

the security guard died this evening. he didn't past away (passing away would imply slipping gently into darkness), he died. of course this news was followed by the usual shock at the cold abruptness of an end, the guilt for going out of my(his) way to avoid him and the cliche reflection on the fragility of life. tomorrow, in the guard house will be seated his permanent substitute.

on a lighter note, im now officially adopting this as my motto in life--
live fast, die old.

ALLEGEDLY.

music:say anything (else)-cartel
mood:awake

20November
i turned seventeen. along with keisha and mel. keish and i blew out little candles on little cupcakes. dinner with mel and og-ers was fun. oh i made a kickass cottoncandy twirler. thanks for the present peoples.
seventeen doesn't feel any different from sixteen, or ten. it just means less candles on a smaller, monochrome cake. maybe we just wanted mickey to dance on our cream, and to lick cake crumbs off our plates.
also, i wasted 3 wishes.

21November
surge @MOS with manda,keisha,veekay,xinyi. i'd initially thought the "fight" was stupid, but found myself rooting for the CONSIDERABLY hotter&cuter guy. something about rugby boys. it was pretty fun, with the exception of the sore feet and crowd(an understatement).

22November
surprisingly we were able to get up and last throughout dance practice today! 9-5. amazing. after ms wee's class our arms were aching so bad, they were shaking. oh wells. let's take comfort in knowing we've sorta worked.

BOYS ARE COMPLICATED.
my new favourite word:ALLEGEDLY.

self-empowerment=roar.

music:learn to live with what you are-ben folds/love me or hate me-lady sovereign
mood:estatic (2 more days!)
and now that gig is up, the spell is broken
the fat lady's sung, the president has spoken
these days that you were waiting for will come and go
like any day, just another day
there's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
while the world is watching
all you need is the thing you've forgotten
and that's to learn to live with what you are
-i love ben folds. he owns BITCHES! plus the cover of dr. dre's 'bitches ain't shit'.
love me or hate me, its still an obsession
love me or hate me, that is the question
if you love me then
thank you
if you hate me then
FUCK YOU
-hahaha. this song, coupled with its music video just cracks me up. it doesn't help further, that it's just soo sing-able.

thursday:didnt do shitttt. attempted some math holiday homework. i don't think it helps that i can only do 1 out of every 5 questions attempted. (note: i only tried 5) talk about feeling demoralised, defeated by math. WEAK.
friday:dance-->learnt some combis, enough to make my head swirl. shopped a little with cindayyy. HAHA. HAHA. how embarrassing. who knew cloth could be sooo confusing. I LOVE COOKIES<3
saturday:went in to malaysia. finally found something i actually liked. ate shitloads of food.


forgive me if i go overboard with these little suckers. they were simply the perfect cure for boredom, cute too.
& finally-
teehee. frankiero is LOVE.

birthday-5 more days

music:emaline-ben folds five
mood:my butt aches.

another birthday story. its an excerpt, but try to follow it.
&this is all a build up to YOU-KNOW-WHO's birthday. please, deal with a little narcissism here. you know you take it in shots anyway.

The man drove home from the hospital. He drove the streets faster than he should. It had been a good life till now. There had been work, fatherhood, family. The man had been lucky and happy. But fear made him want a bath.

He pulled into the driveway. He sat in the car trying to make his legs work. The child had been hit by a car and he was in the hospital, but he was going to be all right. The man got out of the car and went up to the door. The dog was barking and the telephone was ringing. It kept ringing while the man unlocked the door and felt the wall for the light switch.

He picked up the receiver. He said,"I just got in the door!"
"There's a cake that wasn't picked up."
This is what the voice on the other end said.
"What are you saying?" the father said.
"The cake," the voice said. "Sixteen dollars."
The husband held the receiver against his ear, trying to understand. He said,"I don't know anything about it."
(The Bath-Raymond Carver)
ps:the man's kid is the birthday boy who also happens to be the child hanging on precariously in the ICU.
also, its weird how we all have this fascination with death,disease and disaster.

dance-my brain is FRIED.

birthday special!

music:car crash love-ambry
mood:happy

this is an excerpt from a beautiful birthday story, leading up to SOMEBODY SPECIAL's birthday. haha. enjoy.

Inside the kitchen she raised the glass cover and took out last week's cake. The air that had been under the glass smelled sweet and ripe. The cake had not been touched; it mights have been a clay model of the new one. As she carried it to the trash, tips of chocolate frosting broke off and scattered on the floor like shards of pottery.

She swept up the pieces, washed the smudges of frosting from the cake stand with a sponge, then opened the bakery box, removed the new cake and put it under the glass cover. It was dark outside, and in the hills around the city the lights in the windows of hundreds of houses glowed like the tiny white bulbs in the branches of a Christmas tree.

She thought of her children; they were up in those hills, eating dinner with their own children--those light-skinned boys and girls who shrank from their nana's hugs, kept their jackets on, and whispered to each other until it was time to leave. It was cold hear the window; she shivered and stepped away.She sat at the kitchen table, beneath the photos of Nico and the children. She looked at the door, wishing, as she did each time, that there might be a knock, or that it might just swing open, and one of them, just one of them, might be there.
(the birthday cake-daniel lyons)

i know this isn't your run-of-the-mill-esque birthday stories, but it makes it all the more special. and now i know i've got 48 more years before i turn into that lonely old woman.

(CINDAYYY i love you muchos! but i love pizza more. HAHAHA.)

ride

music:there's a class for this-cute is what we aim for
mood:satisfied

drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

i may be ugly but they sure love to stare

i)why do we do this?
-because we can't really afford to make enemies
ii)& they call this wishful thinking.
iii)rollerbladded the length of east coast park today with manda,jun&mau. okayyy so it was only half its entire length. but whatever,factor in the trip to and back. running in the rain was entertaining,more so for the people INDOORS than us.
iv)i don't like downpours, it changes the sea to something dark and threatening.

meaningless update.

music:smile like you mean it-the killers
mood:just peachy


1. changed my layout. its kinda dull, with the grey skies, grey and white colour schemes, but it feels right. this is probably temporary though, knowing my oh-so-fickle nature.

2. some people are so delusional it's laughable. i'm sorry, but it just is.

3. watched the prestige! with cynnnnnthia. I HAD FUN. (haha) i swear i am never gonna touch popcorn again, at least for another full month. &combo 2(medium popcorn,pepsi) is no longer an option for me. it's scary how deadly rivalry can become.

4. my wallet is starting to feel the pinch. i think i should just keep it closed.

5. dance tomorrow! yay.

smile like you mean it
-but how often do we?

grumpyfrumpymumpy

music:155-plus 44
mood:grumpy


--but the skies are still gray


1)the covenant
holy shit. watch it. not for the plot (which was SOMEWHAT lacking), but the scrumptious bods. haha but it did have its comedic moments:
the (hot) guys use witchcraft (apparently not all witches are bitches) to drive the car over the cliff's edge then levitate it, one dude says:"harry potter can kiss my ass" hahaha.

2)rant
theres this community thing on livejournal supposedly a support group for corpulent chicks. CHUBBAWUBS. or something. get this: to be a member of this SUPPORT GROUP you need to submit an application (basically an interview) which, needs to be approved. AND. some girls were rejected because they a)weren't fat enough or b)weren't pretty enough. what the fuck?! hellooo. these girls already have weight issues, do you really think they need image issues as well? i say fuck you man. stupid fat,judgemental freaks. so much for being a support group.

3)PW
time and time again, this dreaded two-letter word (i don't care) has proven that it is not just a thorn in my side (cue quicksand "thorn in my side") BUT the complete bane of my existence. and i swear im not being dramatic at all here. not in the slightest sense.

halloweenie.

music:teleport:A&B-the spill canvas
mood:HAHA

hypothetically if you were point A
and theoretically if i was point B
we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything

you may say its all commercial, corporate shit, but you can't deny the candies.
so this is how i spent my halloween:
-without candies
-without makeup
-without personally carved jack-o-lanterns
-with jolene and yuwen!
-with a "scary" movie on (monster house)
-with chashaoshaoroufan
-with doggy kisses (snowy is a cutie)
heyy, at least we're not buying into the Halloween TM

sidenote:i need to be 1)less selfish 2)a better friend

what else starts with B

music:cancer-my chemical romance
mood:BORED

'cause the hardest part of this
is leaving you.

ive got a new boy! frank iero. he's oh-so-swoonable.
good looks+dead sexy stare+smarts(we're talking scholarship to rutgers here people)+guitar+great hair-cigarettes=my heart







(im bored. in school. go figure.)
Bushisms--proof that America is being led by a 'tard.
"For every fatal shooting, there were roughly three non-fatal shootings. And, folks, this is unacceptable in America. It's just unacceptable. And we're going to do something about it."
"I'm also not very analytical. You know I don't spend a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things."
"I don't know why you're talking about Sweden. They're the neutral one. They don't have an army."
"I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe and what I believe ? I believe what I believe is right."

are you FRICKING kidding me?! he ought to be shot, really. wait no, captured and made to put up videos for our entertainment.

something hidden&secret,forgotten then gone.

music:boston-augustana
mood:sleepy

i think i need a sunrise
i'm tired of sunsets

-i tried my hand at photography. fort canning park is the new botanical gardens. whatever that means.

-i want to be allowed to feel whatever and however i want.

-south park is hil-fucking-larious. "THEY KILL KENNY" & "kyle is a jew. jews don't have rhythm"

-school's over. it's crazy to even begin to fathom how exactly did the year just whiz past without notice. i wish it could have just creeped by.

im inches away from being turned into an OBASAN.

music:Konstantine-Something Corporate
mood:suffering from withdrawal symptoms

when the first star you see
may not be a star
i'm not your star
isnt that what you said?

yepp thats right. my new obsession-->
long, drawn-out, sappy, tear-jerking korean dramas.

holy shit. watch me croon, swoon over Princess Hours. not a pretty sight. at all. euugh. it's the closet ah-soh coming out. much like gay pride peoples.

so here's to the popping of yet another disc into the heated DVD player, the abandonment of project work (hell, that can wait..) and wet oversized-shirt sleeves.

let's go!

you spin around me like a dream
we played out on this movie screen

breathe in, breathe out

music:long haul-voxtrot
mood:constipated (state of being,rather than mood)

i wanna catch your love and make it stay
oh it's a long, long haul

open house 2006




cindayyyy and me! haha. i love you like woah.






shijie and me: we put the capital A in 'attitude' yo.
and then some, which i will steal and upload sometime later.






relatives
there's a good reason why they are called 'relatives', related to you yet not exactly family. good gawd. you'd think we were having a 'state-the obvious' competition. some people just take it that a couple of shared genes gives you the right to critique bluntly. oh and tipsy people do not make good singers, especially if they weren't singers to begin with. but what happens within the family, stays within the family. at least it was slightly entertaining.

movie stash
+snakes on the plane
+super size me
+take the lead
+south park
mostly old i know, but still.
haha south park: these overzealous (unnecessary, really) missionaries attempted to spread the gospel of god (again, unnecessary word) to these aliens on Marklar, only to be rejected. as she gave one last attempt to convert them--
missionary: you are gonna burn in hell!
marklar(yes,the people of Marklar are called Marklars, so are the stones,the water and mountains): okay, thank you.
HAHAHAHAHA.
"too good!"

i had already known beforehand that this refrain would be playing in my head
why do you build me up buttercup baby, just to bring me down?

unfazed by the haze. (or something cheesier)

music:the world you love-jimmy eat world
mood:satisfied

don't it feel like sunshine after all?
(of course HE never had his sun smothered by the haze.)

but a lil smoke could never touch me:
the man of the hour
1.Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried. Ever.
2.The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.
3.Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking Indian.
4.Crop circles are Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie the fuck down.
5.Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.
6.Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting implies the probability of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.
haha. CHUCK NORRIS IS MY HOMEBOY. for real. he saved me from boredom.

Bagels
with cream cheese. need i say more? yum.

MythBusters
possibly the best show ever on the discovery channel. what could be better than watching two grown men stick a stick of dynamite in a gallon of paint to prove that you CAN'T paint a room like that? nothing.

write me off

music:maybe-secondhand serenade
mood:

forget, forget,
because you've already been forgotten.

i didn't even notice that it got dark outside.

its fucking over!

music:promise-matchbook romance
mood:elated,estatic...

its finally fucking over. whoop-de-doo! time to settle into the couch, pop in movie after movie, see the sun from the outside (instead of from the inside of my room)...paradise.

progress report:8 days and im at..Pu. only the remaining Ps + QRSTUVWXYZ to go through. i should be done soon enough!

can't wait for dance to start, to start dreading it once it actually starts.

meanwhile, i've got my doses of HOUSE, just as the doctor prescribed. fuck yeah!

"waste some time"

music:get over it-OK Go
mood:inspired

instead of studying i do:
transamerica--brilliant.
the title itself is worth mentioning. TRANS-like transexual and TRANS like cross-country, across america. its punbelievable! felicity huffman was entirely convincing, not too sure if that's a compliment though. (cough trannie) so she plays this transexual preparing to go under the knife to be a COMPLETE woman. and then life decides to swing something else by her--a teenage son. who happens to be a coke-sniffing whore. yepp. who also happens to be pretty hot. the funniest part: sHE bails him out of jail, he asks: so which church sent you here?
sHE replies: um the church of the potential father
cue: me laughing my ass off.

decide to listen to my songs alphabetically, without skipping a single track. estimated time to get from A through to Z: 10 days.
progress report: 3rd day, onto Ge- brilliant. only600 more songs to go.

haunt myspace, searching for new music. someone ban radical layouts, they make my eyes hurt.

think about.

She never catches me by surprise.

music:teleport A and B-the spill canvas
mood:awake

exams are good times for self-reflection. slightly ironic no?

Regret is never early, or even punctual.
She always comes too late.
Which, perhaps is why she is Regret.
You start wishing, thinking,
what you could have,
should have,
would have done.
But it's too
late.

sing it back. and woahhh.

music:jumper(3eb cover)-bedlight for blue eyes
mood:perky

i wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
you could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in

woahh. this boy can sing! pity he's been replaced.

#56 reason to watch, and get hooked on Dr. House:
"you can't die with dignity. you can live with dignity, but you don't die with it."
(and if that ain't the truth, i don't know what is.)

lessons learnt this week:
1. Not one of us is perfect. Not a single one.
2. The realist could never be a romantic. (something about geography.)

don't push me.

music: the one armed boxer vs. the flying guillotine-from first to last
mood:blips
hello ladies and gentlemen
i'm glad you've graced me with your presence
you're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience

i dont know about you, and it may be just my pms talking or whatever, but i've just had a tumultous mood swing(s). let's track the blips on my mood-o-meter shall we?
blue->FRICK!->rage->surprise->pissy->disappointment->HAHA->stressed->HEEHEE->OH SHIT!->WAHAHA->damnit. all in a span of a 12+ hours. amazing huh. damn straight.
(i shan't elaborate.)

anyway.
100m sprint (as requested by chewbacca, run away!)
it started when two awesome girls decided to (play smart and) skip a certain non-inspiring lesson to study in the library. you see, it was much more productive. and then for lunch, they went out of school to lunch at macs. on the way out, they joked about how hilarious it would be if they saw the said subject teacher on their way to macs. BUT we all know that life is a bitch, it just screws us all over, so guess who they saw while strolling back to school. so with an "oh shit" and a "FRICK" they turned sharply on their heels and dashed across the road, away from HIM, leaving their poor friends to cover for them.
The End.

save yourself the postage..and sing it in person

the view from my kaleidoscope.

music:the ghost of a good thing-dashboard confessional
mood:undecipherable

'but you're chasing the ghost of a good thing

haunting yourself as the real thing

it's getting away from you again

while you're chasing ghosts'

when the colour is leeched away
only negatives are left.

hot purple pants are Hot.

music:quiet-jump,little children
mood:excited (heh)

he's about the only person in the world, (throw in universe for good measure) who can wear skin tight bright purple pants and make them look like the hottest, coolest things in the world. or universe.
any wonder why i love this boy?
alright. and im back to writing an emotional piece of writing, in chinese. FRICK!

--tonight the sun shall see its light

music:fair-remy zero
mood:bloated
so what if you catch me
where would we land?
in somebody's life
for taking his hands
sing to me hope as she's
thrown on the sand
all of our work (worth)
is rated again

#5&6 way to enhance the sonic experience.
-listen to your ipod while walking in the rain.
-listen to your ipod while sprawled across the floor, with the lights out.

i feel like i'm almost back on track, if only it wasn't screaming "too late"

there's just no shame in a tv junkie.

music:the curse of curves-cute is what we aim for
mood: enthralled

I've got the gift of one liners

And you've got the curse of curves

The inside lingo had me at hello

And we go where the money goes

drug addicts have their meth fixes,
i have my dr. house fixes.
good gawd. this is really the best series to ever grace the idiot box. and the best actor too. you can't help but to love his brusque, pill-popping, sarcastic, overall insulting demeanour.
"oh and for the record, you're the worst transplant surgeon in the hospital, but the only one with a current affair" ooh SNAP!

i heart the dvd player.

for breaked hearts

music:nothing better-the postal service
mood:tied down with SHITTTTTTTTT

the recipe for a heartwrenching song-->
one half guy singing about heartbreak
one half girl singing about breaking hearts

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over
I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
So just say how to make it right
And i swear i'll do my best to comply
Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

I feel I must interject here
you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave
So please back away and let me go

I can't my darling i love you so
Oh, oh
Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I admit that i have made mistakes and
i swearI'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure i can't deny
But you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye

But

what if i just can't.

and im not saying we're not breaking some hearts tonight

music:all the small things-blink182
mood:chirpy


Seventeen's 4th Birthday Bash at Zouk was. a. complete. failure. for real. firstly. Punk Rock theme=people dressing up in punk rock outfits, headbanging to the live band. so WHAT?! freaking hell. it was BORING. okay. but at least there was some form of entertainment..and i dont mean the catwalk.

she said "nothing gold stays forever", i said

music:if you don't, don't-jimmy eat world
mood:excited

i've got new movies!
-transamerica
-american dreams
-dr. house (season 2)
-scrubs (season 5)
-lady in the water
-benchwarmers
-superman returns
woo! the movie junkie is soo satisfied.

i want to dream doggy dreams.

go shortttttttttttttttttie.

music:punk rock princess-something corporate
mood:sleepy

i can be your punk rock princess

if you can be my garage band king

(this is my take on the lyrics)

yepp. i was going for a complete change. ehh. not so much. took quite awhile too, for the sheared locks to sink in. it was like "where'd all the hair go?" well, big change can be good change. i hope.

went back to st.marg's on teacher's day. the beautiful thing about it was the fact that it didn't feel alien at all. it wasn't exactly "home sweet home", but i didn't feel out of place. met yuwen, jolene and sasa. had lunch and shopped around. we haha-ed and ate and haha-ed some more. note of caution: beware the falling rain. it makes thin uniforms translucent.

senior's farewell. despite any earlier reservations, all went well surprisingly. i hope they were touched. balloons, music, food, laughter. haha. blindfolded, paranoid people make for good entertainment.

ps: i love pizza. i think i could just about eat it everyday.
pps: have you ever thought how ironic the name KKK is? The Ku Klux Klan sounds like a total ghetto rap group. like "yo sup homieee, its da KKK in da club!"

xHaRdxcOrExbabE

music:can't stop,got a date with hate-the lost prophets
mood:boredouttamyfReAkiNgmind.





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aww shucks. and here i was hoping i was xhardxcorex enough. damnit.

today was pretty much like every other. haha ensured.

what we don't know.

music:black mamba-the academy is...
mood:hyped :)

love me or leave me or rip me apart
this is the voice that i was given and
if you don't like it take a long walk
off of the shortest pier you can find
and i'll be singing it out
i'll be singing

the proper usage of fractions:
we spend 1/4 of our lives studying
we spend 1/2 of our lives working
just so the remaining 1/4 will be okay.

&
pluto is from now on, no longer an actual planet. nope. our brilliant scientists have revised the planetary membership rules and regulations and pluto just didn't qualify. when did our solar system become a glitzy country club?

which reminds me of the work i have yet to get started on.
"not-so-righteous"
haha.

ps:im through with being a girl. in my next life, by hook or by crook, im gonna be a boy. boys have it so much easier.

cadbury chocolate chunks

music:don't stop me now-queen
mood:CHIRPY

today was a holiday.
it didn't really matter WHAT holiday it was.
it was a Much Needed Holiday.

I HEART MY BFF!
haha. so much for studying huh. and our halloween party WILL happen. i assure you. it will be the biggest bestest bash of the year. you can count your chunks of cadbury's blackforest chocolate on it.

#40 thing to do before you die:
have you ever tried dancing in your swivel chair? i'm sure i must have looked damn near retarded.

i can't wait for the Good to come.

music:waves goodbye-from first to last
mood:discouraged

there's an ocean out my window

there's beauty in its tears

there's an ocean out my window

and it's crashing in my ears

oh sea you shelter

you dance between my toes

when i feel like i can't move forward

you carry me like a father

don't you just hate it when Reality decides to throw her cold knife into the small of your back? she is deadly accurate and it hurts like bitch. (but no matter your feeble defences, the knife stays embedded and your rosy world is now drenched in crimson.)
the fact of the matter is: i need more hours in a 24-hour day.

the sun filtering through
the lattice of leaves
on the trees leaves
amorphous shapes on the black bitumen.
and the bus is taking far too long.

stuck in a tractor rut && i can't get out.

music:champagne supernova-oasis
mood:relaxed

someday you will find me
caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova in the sky

first things first:
nietz schwitz! haha. love ya truckloads. its amazing how this year marks the 6th year i've known you. mind-blowing. haha. its wonderful how our personalities clash so much, and yet, despite it all, here we are. closer than ever. seeya in Canada. hopefully sometime FAR from winter. im thinking summer. haha.

second: heal the world concert. ahhh it was alright. didn't make any major screw-ups, thankfully. i think the dance was really beautiful, the music, the choreography and all. AND plus point:we didn't have to put much make-up on! woots.

third: math test tomorrow. and i am in no way prepared for it. i know i should probably start working my (hot) ass off, but i tell you, the procrastinator genes are deeply embedded within my genome code thingy. euugh. obviously my biology leaves much to be desired.

i need to stop making excuses. (for me and you)

Sleep is what i need to get rid of the tiredness felt in my bones.

Here and Now.

i know this is getting immensely annoying. but yeah. im fed up with livejournal. its a pain in the ass, especially when it comes to uploading photos or layouts. anywhoo. can't guarantee this move is permanent too. oh wells.

The Fickle.