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.