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.

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.

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.)

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