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!