"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!"