I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart
And suppose I never ever met you Suppose we never fell in love Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose we never ever called Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Break my fall Break my fall
All my friends say that of course its gonna get better Gonna get better Better better better better Better better better
I never love nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting by heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind All this music And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart
I hear in my mind all of these voices I hear in my mind all of these words I hear in my mind all of this music
Breaks my Heart Breaks my heart
FIONA APPLE - PAPER BAG I was staring at the sky, Just looking for a star To pray on, Or wish on, Or something like that
I was having a sweet fix Of a daydream of a boy Whose reality I knew, Was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope And I believed for a moment that my chances Were approaching to be grabbed But as it came down near, So did a weary tear I thought it was a bird, But it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb Looking for a little hope Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine, And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified Come on put a little love here in my void," He said "It's all in your head," And I said, "So's everything" But he didn't get it I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
spinning a tale ; @ 2:39 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Monday, January 07, 2008
when your life is just another blank page of paper.
apparently, life just keeps playing its cruel game over and over again. or rather, the education system just play its cruel game. kind of make people wonder why more and more students are seeing the psychiatrists or going for counseling. but i don't think we can just blame the education system for causing all these stress. what about our parents, our peers and our society? we're now living in a society where everyone's fighting to be the best (i.e.: see the 'kiasu' nature of Singapore). but seriously, what's the point, when you only get more stressed in the process? is it really worth it? everyday, my mum just drills my sister with math, science and all the weird bullcrap. she's been doing so ever since she was 5. for heaven's sake, she was only 5! she's still young! and to think that when i was 5, i was still jumping on sofas and falling down and getting scars all over my body. and she's 5 and doing weird math and learning chinese characters that i've never seen before in my entire life. (she was 5, i was 13) and now, every day my mum screams at my sister, "YOU STUPID GIRL! CAN'T YOU GET THE STUPID THING I TOLD YOU STRAIGHT? IT'S 3! NOT 2! 3! LIKE THAT HOW TO GET BAND 1? HOW TO GET 90 AND ABOVE? HOW TO GO INTO THE TOP CLASS? LIKE THAT YOU DON'T NEED TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH YOUR CLASSMATES ANYMORE!" it's kind of appalling, to think that my parents are resorting to such measures to get my sister to study. do children really have to be rewarded with monetary prizes or rewards that they desire and crave for so much? if so, then what's the point in studying, if it isn't for you to gain more knowledge, to improve your skills and such. and parents are piling up on the child's curriculum. extra tuition, extra IQ lessons, extra programs that are similar to the gifted program, extra lessons that teaches your child what questions are going to come out for the GEP test. is it really worth while? i just kind of wonder, can the child really breathe under all that pressure? is he even having an ideal childhood? where children just spend their years blabbering nonsense and making mistakes without being screamed at, shouted at. and talking about the gifted program. it's an elitist program, no? no i don't deny that the kids who entered the gifted program are gifted (like duh. doesn't the name even tell you that? - or maybe they have gotten in because they 'studied' for it - by taking the lessons). but do they really have the EQ to match the IQ that they have? are they really able to converse with normal people like you and i? i could still remember when it was after the PSLE when i was p6. my class was separated and we had to join the gep class. it was like putting two different species of animals together. we couldn't talk to them, and they couldn't talk to us. why? we didn't understand each other. they could be sprouting weird scientific terms for all i know (although i have to admit, i didn't really approach any of them. i was too intimidated).
with all the stress in this sunny little island, i still don't understand my rationale for entering a jc - since i knew that the pressure was going to be big (but i never realise it was going to be THIS big.). therefore, i can conclude, i made a mess out of my life.
p.s. if i offended anyone about the gep thing, i beg your pardon, but it is just merely my own point of view.
spinning a tale ; @ 9:46 pm
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Sunday, January 06, 2008
NOTHING TO DISPLAY.
i don't think i'm being world-weary. i've yet to travel around the world, how could i be world-weary when i haven't seen the rest of the world in all it's glory. but one can never be interested in the way the world's going about now. pollution, war, famines, endless gossips about people like Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, yada yada yada. unless you're saying you're into the gory happenings of the war (or perhaps the sadistic nature of yours allows you to be entertained by the fact that people's families are being torn apart every day, every hour, every minute, every second), or maybe you're just so shallow that you're only interested in the mundane gossips of people who have nothing to do with you. but really, everywhere you turn, it's the same news again and again. the war in Iraq, the crazy happenings in Pakistan, the same news about global warming, people dying from AIDS in the third world countries, endless poverty, the repeated news about who and who's screwing up their own lives again and again. it's time that everyone started doing something for someone else without thinking about what good it will do for themselves. and it certainly is time for everyone to start caring about what's happening around them instead of being so wrapped up in their own world. (and i'm not talking about just the entertainment news that you get from the LIFE section of the newspaper - although i must say, the news are rather interesting some how.) but it's human nature i guess, for everyone to be wrapped up in their own world. but what how much will one lose if he would to just think about others for once? not much, i'll bet.
p.s. i didn't intend to publish this post. but since i haven't got anything to post about, i'll just post this. like i said, i'm leading a boring life.
spinning a tale ; @ 9:51 pm
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Saturday, January 05, 2008
it's hard to see the mirror when the sun's in your eyes.
i changed my blogskin. got kinda bored with the old one. wanted to change to livejournal but i got lazy. school's started. nothing's interesting other than the fact that i have to study even more. oh well. here's my super late new years resolution: 1. study. 2. study. 3. study. 4. sleep more. 5. study. 6. lose weight.
that's about that. as in seriously. this year is so going to be more than boring. anyway, i'll be off now. toodles.
song of obession: cheyennekimball-mr.beautiful
spinning a tale ; @ 3:16 pm
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Veronicas - Revenge Is Sweeter (Than You Ever Were)
I saw it in the news You told me they were wrong And I stood up for you 'Cause I believed you were the one
You had all the chances in the world To let me know the truth What the hell's wrong with you?
Are you even listening when I talk to you? Do you even care what I'm going through? Your eyes stare and they're staring right through me You're right there but it's like you never knew me
Do you even know how much it hurt, That you gave up on me to be with her? Revenge is sweeter than you ever were
I'm so mad at you right now I can't even find the words And you're on the way down I can't wait to see you burn You try to make me hate that girl When I should be hating you What the hell's wrong with you?
Are you even listening when I talk to you? Do you even care what I'm going through? Your eyes stare and they're staring right through me You're right there but it's like you never knew me
Do you even know how much it hurt, That you gave up on me to be with her? Revenge is sweeter than you ever were (than you ever were) Revenge is sweeter than you ever were
Nothing can save you now that it's over I guess that you'll find out when you're no one Don't say you're sorry now 'cause I just don't care
Nothing can save you now, nothing Nothing can save you now, nothing
Are you even listening when I talk to you? Do you even care what I'm going through? You're eyes stare and they're staring right through me You're right there but it's like you never knew me
Do you even know how much it hurt, That you gave up on me to be with her? Revenge is sweeter than you ever were (than you ever were) Revenge is sweeter than you ever were
The Veronicas - Untouched
I go ooh ooh, you go ah ah lalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalala I wanna wanna wanna get get get what I want Don't stop Give me give me give me what you got got Cause I can't wait wait wait any more more more more Don't even talk about the consequence Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think think Cause you're the only one who's on my mind I'll never ever let you leave me I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye (bye bye bye)
I feel so untouched And I want you so much That I just can't resist you It's not enough to say that I miss you I feel so untouched right now Need you so much somehow I can't forget you I've gone crazy from the moment I met you
Untouched And I need you so much
See you, breathe you, I want to be you Alalalala alalalala You can take take take take take time time To live live the way you gotta gotta live your life Give me give me give me all of you you Don't be scared I'll see you through the loneliness of one more more more Don't even think about what's right or wrong, wrong or right 'Cause in the end it's only you and me and no one else is gonna be around To answer all the questions left behind And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today You've still got me to hold you up up And I will never let you down (down)
I feel so untouched And I want you so much That I just can't resist you It's not enough to say that I miss you I feel so untouched right now Need you so much somehow I can't forget you I've gone crazy from the moment I met you
I feel so untouched And I want you so much That I just can't resist you It's not enough to say that I miss you I feel so untouched right now Need you so much somehow I can't forget you I've gone crazy from the moment I met you
I feel so untouched And I want you so much That I just can't resist you It's not enough to say that I miss you I feel so untouched right now Need you so much somehow I can't forget you I've gone crazy from the moment I met you
Untouched, untouched, untouched
spinning a tale ; @ 9:49 pm
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
it would've only taken you two seconds to say goodbye.
just returned from beijing. rather nice place i must say. not at all what i expected. anyway, i saw SNOW!!!! SNOWWWWWWW!!!! it SNOWED. pretty white fluffy things that come down from the sky! and i thank god for it, cuz because of it i didn't have to climb the great wall of china (without snow, i think my mum would make me climb all the way to the other end of it, and i think i might just die half way. either from exhaustion or boredom from seeing the same stuff over and over and over again, or die from fright because of the height) anyway, everyday's the same old food. again and again and again. xiao bai chai (little white vegetables, if direct translation) and cucumber and weird lots-of-bones fish. i am never gonna look at xiao bai chai or cucumber the same way anymore (not that i actually eat them anyway). bought lots of stuff. and my mum's a hell of a bargainer. she's so scary when she bargains. shirts from RMB 150, she can slash it all the way down to RMB 30. that's like one-fifth of the original price! (i thought they'd (the vendors) lose money soon if my mum didn't stop) anyway, there's this completely cute little boy in the tour group and he's like latched onto my dad's butt. always poking my dad in the butt and then hiding behind my dad's butt when my dad tries to find him. utterly adorable. and he squeals like a little girl when he runs. when he first squealed, i thought it was his sister squealing, but then i realised later on that his sister squealed like him too. ah well. i think i've walked more than what i've walked for the past few months (probably years) since i went a few other places other than beijing, we had to take the coach to the other places, tianjing and chengde. on the ride to tianjing, the driver put on this movie that stared andy lau (my favourite hongkee actor!! :D). his character died in the film and i was like NOOOOO. DON'T DIE!! HE CAN'T DIE! and i started poking my dad when i found out that andy lau's character died and wailing away. "DADDY! ANDY LAU DIED! HE CAN'T DIE! HE CAN'T JUST DIE LIKE THAT! HE'S GOT A LITTLE BABY TO THINK ABOUT!!" and my dad got quite pissed with me cuz he was trying to sleep. anyway, his character died in the most retarded fashion. in that film (i can't remember the title), he was acting as this professional thief/blackmailer, and then he was on board this train, and there was this monk who was carrying lots and lots of money and he wanted to steal that bag away. and then on board the train there was another professional thief (his rival, like duh) and then when andy lau was trying to steal the bag, he and the other dude got into a fight and then when they were fighting, the hook thingie that andy lau used to hook up the bag got accidentally reeled in and caught him in the throat and andy lau died. -.- retarded. i know.
anyway, something to ponder about. why do boeing airplanes only have seats, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, and then K? whatever happened to I and J? okay, 'I' being missing is perfectly acceptable since I looks like 1 (one). but whatever happened to J? Nothing looks like J. not even 9! absolutely disturbing, i say.
spinning a tale ; @ 4:29 pm
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Oh, my God. THIS HAS TO BE THE FUNNIEST VIDEO I'VE EVER SEEN!
spinning a tale ; @ 2:12 am
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Boys Like Girls - Heels Over Head
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes You were worth the hundred thousand miles But you couldn't stay awhile I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby And your little white socks in the top drawer You were always leaving your shit around And gone without a sound
Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know Where'd you go?
Now I'm heels over head I'm hangin' upside down Thinking how you left me for dead California bound
I got a first class ticket to a night all alone And a front row seat up right by the phone Cause you're always on my mind And I'm running out of time I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet Is it all you thought it'd be? You mean everything to me
But I'm the first to fall and the last to know And where'd you go?
Now I'm heels over head, I'm hangin' upside down Thinking how you left me for dead California bound And when you hit the coast I hope you think of me And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
You're burnin' bridges baby Burnin' bridges, making wishes Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby Burnin' bridges, making wishes You're burnin' bridges baby Burnin' bridges, making wishes Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're a chance taker, heartbreaker Got me wrapped around your finger Chance taker, heartbreaker Got me wrapped around your finger
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes If I drive a hundred thousand miles Would you let me stay a while?
Now I'm heels over head, I'm hangin' upside-down Thinking how you left me for dead California bound And when you hit the coast I hope you think of me And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
Now I'm heels over head, I'm hangin' upside-down Thinking how you left me for dead California bound And when you hit the coast Maybe you'll finally see And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me
spinning a tale ; @ 4:33 pm
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
i got this from delphne when i was bored and started blog hopping, found it really interesting, so might as well give it a try.
INFP - The "Dreamer"
INFPs are introspective, private, creative and highly idealistic individuals that have a constant desire to be on a meaningful path. They are driven by their values and seek peace. Empathetic and compassionate, they want to help others and humanity as a whole. INFPs are imaginitive, artistic and often have a talent for language and writing. They can also be described as easygoing, selfless, guarded, adaptable, patient and loyal.
About the INFP
"To understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith..."
"INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP's value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life."
"An INFP's feelings form the foundations of the individual. They are sacred and binding, in the sense that their emergence requires no further justification. An INFP's feelings are often guarded, kept safe from attack and ridicule. Only a few, close confidants are permitted entrance into this domain."
"Highly creative, artistic and spiritual, they can produce wonderful works of art, music and literature. INFPs are natural artists. They will find great satisfaction if they encourage and develop their artistic abilities. That doesn't mean that an INFP has to be a famous writer or painter in order to be content. Simply the act of "creating" will be a fulfilling source of renewal and refreshment to the INFP. An INFP should allow himself or herself some artistic outlet, because it will add enrichment and positive energy to their life."
"INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It's as though they live at the edge of a looking-glassworld where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities."
"Their job must be fun, although not racous, and it must be meaningful to them. They need a strong purpose in their work. They want to be recognized and valued, without undue attention given to them. They may become embarrassed when make the center of attention. As a result, they may undersell their strengths in order to avoid being singled out and made to feel conspicuous. They would rather have their worth be noticed gradually over time."
spinning a tale ; @ 12:39 am
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Sunday, November 04, 2007
What Your Handwriting Says About You
You are highly energetic. You are a passionate, intense, vigorous person.
You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical.
You are very detail oriented and meticulous. You are a careful thinker and a true intellectual.
You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.
You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.
You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.
You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique. No one can guess what you're going to do next, but it's usually something amazing. You can't deal with routine, rules, or structure. You're easily bored. As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.
You do best when you:
- Can work by yourself - Can express your personality in your work
You're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky. You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster. Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde. But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.
Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature
When someone gets to know you, they still feel like you're a mystery to them. You are innocent and a bit naive. But you are a little more savvy than you seem, especially in love. And unlike what your color might suggest, you aren't too much of a prude. Your heart is pure, and you find it easy to fall in love.
Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could. Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most. But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you? It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.
What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever
What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth
spinning a tale ; @ 11:50 pm
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Thursday, November 01, 2007
i don't need you throwing a hissy fit at me. i've got better things to do.
OP's over. i never thought i'd actually shake so badly. annabelle said she didn't my skirt shaking cuz i was shaking so hard, but i'm certainly very sure that it was. i have to go on a shopping spree or else i might just blow, like really. i've never been this pissed for so long. anyway, i saw this sweatshirt hoodie at fox, and i'm gonna buy it. tina too. shoppingggg. retail therapy. the cure to everything. except for your dwindling bank account. anyway, i'm feeling rather crappy right now. nothing much happened. as usual my life is super duper boring. i think i'll go continue playing happyland. at least that dog would throw a hissy fit at me. especially when i screw up.
songofobsession: vanessahudgens-drive
p.s. i know vanessa hudgens' a really disgusting person right now, but this song (drive) is totally cool.
spinning a tale ; @ 7:05 pm
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
FM STATIC - Moment of Truth
Here we are, in the best years of our lives. With no way of knowing, when the whee'll stop spinning cause we don't know where we're going... and here we are, on the best day of our lives. And it's a go, lets make it last, so cheers you all to that, 'cause this moment's never comin' back
I used to know her brother, but I never knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her eyes on me. Now I'm jumpin' up and down, she's the only one around, and she means every little thing to me
I've got your picture in my wallet, and your Phone number to call it, and I miss you more, Whenever I think about you,. I've got your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so long since we've been talkin' and in a few more days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever
And here I am, on the west coast of American and I've been tryin' to think for weeks of all the ways to ask you, And now I've brought you to the place, Where I've poured my heart out, a million times, for a million reasons, To offer it to you
I used to know her brother, but I never knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her eyes on me. Now I'm jumpin' up and down, she's the only one around, and she means every little thing to me
I've got your picture in my wallet, and your Phone number to call it, and I miss you more, Whenever I think about you,. I've got your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so long since we've been talkin' and in a few more days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever
I used to know her brother, but I never knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her eyes on me. Now I'm jumpin' up and down, she's the only one around, and she means every little thing to me
I've got your picture in my wallet, and your Phone number to call it, and I miss you more, Whenever I think about you,. I've got your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so long since we've been talkin' and in a few more days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever
super duper nice song :D i think FM static is one totally cool band. nice song. :D
spinning a tale ; @ 7:29 pm
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
i'm torn up inside. there's a hole in my mind.
my computer's screwed. my chinese is screwed. my life is screwed. how much more screwed can things get? seriously. oh yes, i know what else is more screwed than my computer. the 'live the dream' contestants. they are more screwed than my computer, which has been nuts since the day it arrived at my house. oh yes, and msn is rather screwed too. chinese As is tomorrow. i don't have the mood to take the stupid exam. click five isn't in singapore anymore. ): poo they left. annabelle, delphne, melissa and i are fighting over who's hotter. kyle patrick or wang leehom. it's annabelle and i versus melissa and delphne. none of us are winning. yet. kyle vs leehom. kyle: sings, plays the guitar, and has a buttchin. leehom: sings, can't dance, plays the guitar, violin, drums, and whatever else, and doesn't have a buttchin. obviously the one with the buttchin will win! like, duhhhh. okay. i'm bored. i'm off to play happyland. so much cooler than maplestory or dota.
p.s. I CAN'T BELIEVE THE STUPID LIVE THE DREAM PEOPLE RUINED JENNY! HOW COULD THEY! STUPID PEOPLE.
songofobsession: quietdrive-timeaftertime
spinning a tale ; @ 5:00 pm
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
being mean won't get you anywhere.
the list of things that happened: last day of school. germaine withdrew on last friday. ): my computer crashed. my external hard disk crashed too. i lost all my songs. i barely passed my promos. i got an A for current affairs, rather surprising since i didn't read the newspaper. chinese As is next monday. OP is next thursday. i'm going china. and i'm actually looking forward to it. i going to blackmail my mum into bringing me to switzerland to ski. my whole body aches. especially my butt. i can't walk without looking as if i got a foot shoved up my ass. click five is in SINGAPORE. and i don't have tickets to the 987 strip with click five. AND THEY'RE COMING ON 987 IN HALF AN HOURS TIME!
i'm in a really nutty mood. i'm happy one moment, and feeling really crappy the next. and i really don't want to stuff myself with chocolate because it'll make me fat. and i really don't want to be fat because i want to have sexy abs (which is almost impossible). i think it's the lack of sleep. maybe i should sleep more. but i can't sleep. i'm becoming insomniac. i'm bored. i don't have much to say. my life is getting more and more boring. nothing interesting ever happens in my life. i have a very boring life. oh poo. ):
songofobsession:
alyandaj-division
spinning a tale ; @ 11:19 pm
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
i can't bitch or i'll get retribution.
i got back the results yesterday. but i'm not going to say anything about it. i don't need people poking and prying into it. it's just good enough to promote. i've been in a rotten mood recently. of course, there's the PMS as the cause. but then i've been really really irritated with just one person. can't really tolerate it. i wish you'd mind your own business though. i like my privacy. and i don't need you to comment. i didn't ask you for them. i'm against the whole world right now. i wish i was a bit more muggerish. then i might be able to study more instead of just reading up about stupid gossips and so not interesting information on the stupid monarchy. school sucks. period..
songofobsession: too PMS-y to like anything at all
spinning a tale ; @ 9:28 pm
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Friday, October 05, 2007
close your eyes. what do you see?
PROMOS ARE OVER! YESTERDAY! it feels kinda weird though, no exams, the lack of need to study. but... i'm not complaining! :D anyway, after the history paper, i went over to weicheang's place, and i've officially made him hooked on to hana yori dango :D HAHAHAHA. he's most probably denying it vehemently. oh well, annabelle, delphne and melissa came over to my place today to watch the shining and carrie. The Shining was really scary. sabrina complained that we screamed too much. i kept my head hidden behind the pillow half the time anyway. i think i might die earlier. too much scare. there was this scene where this lady who committed suicide in the bathtub was this rotten corpse that was still alive. completely disgusting. melissa said she won't use the bathtub anymore. and i won't go to a hotel anymore. the ending was pretty good, really touching. anyway, Carrie wasn't half as bad as i imagined. i thought it'd be like another scary horror flick like the shining, but it was like any normal chick flick, only that Carrie was telekinetic, and she killed the entire gym full of prom people. and her mum. the ending was a completely shocker. all of us screamed when Sue's (the nice girl who made her boyfriend ask Carrie to the prom as a form of apology for bullying Carrie) arm got gripped by Carrie's bloodied hand from the grave or something while Sue was paying her respects to Carrie and her mum. the movie didn't follow the book, according to delphne. Carrie was supposed to kill almost the entire population of the whole school, but oh well, i really really don't want to see anymore murder. enough murder in a day for me, i say! i don't think i'll be able to sleep much. i'm really damn freaked out. traumatised for life probably! this reminds me why i always, and only, watch chick flicks. predictable endings. nice people. pretty boys to look at. and no killing. no blood. and no uh... lunacy. stephen king sure is one nut in the head.
trivia: King George IV was a fat man. He weighed 111 kg and was addicted to laudanum. He suffered from gout, arteriosclerosis (a disease affecting the arterial blood vessels), cataracts and possible porphyria. He would spend whole days in bed and suffered spasms of breathlessness that would leave him half-asphyxiated. He died at about half-past three in the morning of 26 June 1830 at Windsor Castle; he called out "Good God, what is this?" clasped his page's hand and said, "my boy, this is death." He died 9 years after ascending to the throne. His daughter, Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales, died after going through a 50 hour labour, only to have a stillborn.
songofobsession: boyslikegirls-thegreatescape
spinning a tale ; @ 9:14 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Monday, October 01, 2007
"i don't want to go on being afraid of what's behind the cupboard door."
Runaway Train - Busted Call you up in the middle of the night Like a firefly without a light You were there like a slow torch burning Was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep I promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now, I'm in too deep there's no way out This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train, never going back Runaway on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile? Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train
And everything is cut and dry, Day and night, earth and sky, Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train, never going back Runaway on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman laughing at the rain A little out of touch, a little insane Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train, never going back Runaway on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Runaway train, never coming back Runaway train, tearing up the tracks Runaway train, burning in my veins I run away but it always seems the same
This song is just the saddest song on earth. it's originally sung by soul asylum. just kinda realised that oldies are like the best songs. it's like ten times better than bubblegum pop or rock songs that never mean anything except for you to go banging your head. and not to mention, they're just a mess of music, completely horrible, i say. anyway, i was supposed to go studying with delphne, annabelle, melissa and bronson today. but melissa messaged me in the morning (woke me up too), and told me that her brother was around and she couldn't leave the house, and i really didn't have the mood to go all the way to bishan to study at the library. okay. let's just face it, i'm the laziest person on earth. but i didn't have enough sleep last night, you can't blame me! and the worst thing is that when i told annabelle and delphne (after a seriously long time of contemplation) that i wasn't going to meet them at the library (sorry guys!), the stupid bunch of blanglahs downstairs started DIGGING THE GOD DAMN ROAD! AUGH! i couldn't go back to sleep! that's the WORST thing of all. took me quite a while to go back to sleep. god knows what is WRONG with LTA. why are they always digging the bloody road? digging, putting it back, then digging again, then putting it back again. it always happens at least twice a year! how am i supposed to sleep for heaven's sake?! and it's children's day today! don't they understand that poor kids like my sister wants to sleep? like for once in their entire life (okay, not really entire life, like maybe for once in quite a long while) to sleep in on a weekday? AHHHH and then bronson called me, and i woke up. and i couldn't go back to sleep. besides it was already to quote "15 minutes to twelve" but who said i couldn't laze around in bed for another half hour? anyway, gotta rush. i haven't started on brave new world. AH!
spinning a tale ; @ 5:28 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Sunday, September 30, 2007
fyi: bullshitting is a piece of art.
i've finally plucked up my courage and changed my blog skin. why courage? cuz i'm really afraid that i'll just screw up the entire thing!! anyway, it doesn't look half as bad does it? promos are almost over! five down, two to go! anyway, here's a complete recap on how i'm gonna fair for my exams: gp: probably screwed. othello: probably salvageable math: need i say more? SCREWED, I SAY! SCREWED! econs: near screwed-ness chinese: i didn't understand a single word for the last compre. more or less. SCREWED TOO!
now. if you plus four screwed together, what do you get? SCREWED times FOUR! see. maybe my math isn't as bad as i thought it was.
songofobsession: busted-runawaytrain
spinning a tale ; @ 9:57 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Sunday, September 23, 2007
HILDA GOES GREEN!
What's the point of trying to meet you in the middle You've got your own point of view There's nothing I can do Can't change your mind Can't leave what's behind You're living in the past We talk and talk This goes on for hours About how I should be Why is it all me Don't wanna fight Don't wanna waste my time Baby this can't last I'm moving on, moving on
Can I go now? Say what you have to say Happy you've got your way There's nothing to discuss Can I go now? Giving your point of view Say what you wanted to What's the point in us Can I go now? Oh say what you have to say Happy you've got your way What's there to discuss
What's the point of trying to reach a compromise When you're the judge and jury What's the story I can't make you see that I'm not always wrong I can't make you right It's time to move on I'm moving on
Can I go now? Say what you have to say Happy you've got your way There's nothing to discuss Can I go now? Giving your point of view Say what you wanted to What's the point in us Can I go now? Oh say what you have to say Happy you've got your way What's there to discuss
Let's go lead a day I'll pack my bags Be on my way Sure don't need to stay Where I'm not welcome anyway Well now that's alright and that's okay, yeah
There's nothing left to do Maybe I'm not for you So why don't you let it go
Tell me what's the point of all this Talk, talk, talk, talk We could go day and night Still wouldn't make it right
Can I go now? Say what you have to say Happy you've got your way There's nothing to discuss Can I go now? Giving your point of view Say what you wanted to What's the point in us Can I go now? I'll be on my way Let's call it a day Can I go now? Now, why don't you let it go Can I go now?
promo's just started. and i'm still not studying enough! i'm so going to rot in hell. i swear i will. how can i? spending my time either sleeping, reading, or starring blankly at my notes. right now, i need a huge, strapping male to help me erase my exam othello text. preferably, othello himself. "othello's hot. he's chao da." i quote from vivien. augh. i hate studying. i can't study. and i'm too lazy to even get out of the house. and tomorrow i have chinese tuition at 9! THIS IS SICK! i can't imagine dragging myself out of bed at 830! augh. i want to change my blogskin. i know, i know. i'm supposed to be studying, but i'm thinking of changing my blogskin instead. i'm so, SO screwed. but i'm really sick of my blogskin already. too orange. my eyes hurt. and i really really don't like the stupid, stupid pink fonts. it just goes on and reinforce my bimbotic-ness (WHICH DOESN'T EXISTS! MIND YOU!) this is just wrong wrong wrong. i wish promos would be over, then i won't have to study until like maybe next year, and i can go eat all the chicken rice i want and grow grossly overweight and then quit school and sit at home and mop around because i'm too fat. anyway. I'M GONNA CHANGE MY PHONE SOON! HAHAHAHA. i'll be changing my phone THREE days EARLIER than melissa! BEAT THAT! hahahaha i'm putting on weight now. i feel fat. augh. i'll have to cut down on rice, noodles, chocolate, gummy bears, food, and start eating veggies and fruits. okay. that's practically spells out: hilda's not eating. i might as well just starve myself to death. and then become skinnier than a stick, and then get blown away by a really really small gust of wind.
i need to go on a shopping spree. mel and i are making bronson buy everything and anything that is available in florida. okay. maybe not everything, but perhaps the whole anf store? we were thinking of getting bronson buy things from victoria's secrets for us. this is what delphne has in her imaginations: bronson carrying two huge victoria's secrets bags filled with lingerie and clothes, and then he trips and falls in front of a crowd, maybe in the airport, and everything inside the two bags spills out. yes, including the bras. :D and then he picks up everything and stuffs them back into the bag and then uses one of the bags and covers his head with it and hurriedly walks away. HAHA anyway, i want to shop. shop shop shop. and i need to splurge on everything i see. i want to buy SHOES!!!! and i need to buy a new handbag. and then new clothes. and then get fit, after growing grossly overweight, so i can go swim wear shopping. and then splurge again on clothes. and shoes. and do everything in my means to not watch freaky stephen king movies. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME WATCH THEM! i won't won't won't. i swear it on my ... um ... pet. yeah. pet. AUGH! amanda bynes has a new movie, sydney white. and ITS NOT COMING TO SINGAPORE!!! DAMMIT. see, told you singapore was lousy. it doesnt even have GOSSIP GIRLS on TV! and SUMMERLAND! anti-singapore. we should really start boycotting the tv stations for not showing gossip girls and summerland (although that's a freaking old show, and it's a bit trashy), and all the nice nice nice shows that doesnt get shown in singapore. ahhhhhhhhhhh i'm slowly going mad. aw. crap.
songofobsession: hilaryduff-dignity
spinning a tale ; @ 4:39 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Sunday, September 16, 2007
MOMENT OF TRUTH
It's nice sometimes to know that you have someone waiting for you when you come home. even if it may be a nuisance sometimes. even though you think that you're too old for things to be said out loud, and it may be really awkward for you to express it through words. but the knowledge that it's there in your heart is more than enough. to know that someone was always there when you needed it the most, it's the most comforting thing to know. to brush the tears away from your eyes when you're sad, when you fell down. to chastise when you sneaked the chocolate chips cookie that was meant for your sister. to laugh along with you when you're feeling happy. to smile with tears in their eyes when they see you perform on stage. their love will always belong to you even if you do things to hurt them. even when you go against their wishes. their love is unconditional. when you're hurt, they'll be there to wipe away the traces of scars. when you're down, they'll be there to cheer you up even when you don't want to be cheered up. and when you're happy, they'll share your joy, share your smile. they'll always be proud for whatever you do, they'll always be supportive in everything they do in their own ways. it seems sappy, and it seems too foolish to think so much, but it's something that i'm cherishing with every moment of my life. things that they've done will always be forgotten the next day, even when you want to be angry with them. disappointments that you've created will be erased with new hopes to replace them. cherish them with all your heart, even if they've hurt you in the most unspeakable way, because somehow, somewhere in their hearts, there's got to be a place where you will exist forever.
spinning a tale ; @ 10:11 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Saturday, September 15, 2007
FM STATIC - TONIGHT
I remember the times we spent together All those drives, we had a million questions All about our lives And when we got to New York everything felt right I wish you were here with me, Tonight
I remember the days we spent together, were not enough, it used to feel like dreaming Except we always woke up, Never thought not having you here now Would hurt so much
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight
I remember the time you told me About when you were eight And all those things you said that night That just couldn't wait I remember the car you were last seen in And the games we would play All the times we spilled our coffees And stayed out way too late
I remember the time you sat and told me About your Jesus, and how not to look back Even if no one believes us When it hurts so bad, sometimes Not having you here
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight
I say Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight
spinning a tale ; @ 8:42 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Monday, September 10, 2007
tina and i've been doing these stuff. cuz we're bored. :D
YOUR BIRTHDAY COLOR IS NAVY
You are an attractive and fun-loving person. You are passionate about enjoying life. You have strong feelings about everything. When you decide on your goal in life, you will pursue it with enthusiasm and effort. However, since everything interests you, you are also very easily distracted. Once you get angry at someone, it's hard for you to forgive them. You need to be the center of attention in love. i completely agree with the easily distracted part. :D
FIRST NAMES STARTING WITH: "H"
If Your Name Starts With the Letter "H"...
You take a very practical approach to love and romance. You don't throw yourself into love until you are pretty certain your love will be returned.
The person who will draw your interest and win your love is one who can give you a lift in status or popularity. You are usually attracted to those who seem to have a lot of confidence, power or who others look up to.
You also like the finer things, so a love partner who's doing well in the money department can't hurt either! You're not in it only for yourself, though.
Once you get a commitment from a sweetheart, you will be very generous with your money and your affections. It's just that you're a very careful person in love, and you won't be giving anything away before you're confident in the relationship lasting. In the back of your mind, you're keeping track of the gifts and affections you bestow on a partner, and how much money you're spending especially in the early stages of romance. If you're not getting at least as much in return, you'll bail.
You are also very cautious about how physically involved you get with someone who hasn't made any real promises to you. Once you're hooked up with someone, you loosen up a lot. You are a caring person, and you are also a sensual and gentle kisser.
NO NO NO! BULLSHIT LAH!!! it's all because of people with the name HEATHER or HAZEL. i got that from books and movies :D BUT IT'S STILL BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!!!!!
spinning a tale ; @ 9:34 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Sunday, September 09, 2007
i'm so on the verge of abandoning my blog because life is so boring nowadays that even the most interesting thing in my life might seem just purely dumb and nothing surprising to anyone out there. anyway. i was at badminton training today and i really really REALLY can't tolerate the little kiddies i train with. yes, it's an embarrassing thing for me to say that i train with kids, but hell, i have completely NO BALL SENSE. but anyhow, the kids that i've to train with are positively REVOLTING. and they really just make me wonder, what are Singaporean parents doing nowadays in teaching their children. what ever happened to nice kids that smile and give you a grin when they talk to you? gone are the funny little kids and don't understand the meaning of winning and losing. gone are the kids that take life so easy, without a care. gone are the smiley little children that aren't rude and arrogant. hell, time's have changed. changed so much that sometimes when you look around you, you hardly recognise the world you're in. anyway, back to the point about the kids at the training. they have completely NO RESPECT for others, NO COURTESY and they are completely MEAN, and EVIL and very possibly DISGUSTING. they bullied this eurasian kid, maybe he was ostracised because he was eurasian, or maybe he's just a tinny weeny bit weird, but then again. they completely ostracised him. haven't their parents taught them pushing people around isn't the way around in the civilised world? anyway, that kid served the ball, and then the other kid was like "YOU DON'T SERVE LAH! YOU CAN'T DO IT! SEE LAH! YOU MAKE ME LOSE ONLY!" and then the other kid pushed him. i was shocked. really. i know i shouldn't be because they've been criticising him for ages. like since i was there anyway. and they don't do it in front of the coach. quite clever actually. because everytime they do that, if the coach sees it, pumping it is for them! (did i mention that they're pumping looks as though they're humping the ground? interesting. very.) and today, there was this new kid that just joined, everyone was, like, "OMG! I CAN SIT HERE AND WAIT FOR 1 YEAR AND HE STILL WON'T BE DONE!" what do you expect for a NEW COMER who doesn't know the footworks?! they're mean, uncultured, and UTTERLY barbaric. augh, horrible. makes me wonder what they're parents teach them at home. "what's on telly after dinner, ma?" "oh! your dad found a perfect new show that'll teach you how to be mean!" revolting.
spinning a tale ; @ 8:44 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Sunday, September 02, 2007
The Keys to Your Heart
You are attracted to good manners and elegance.
In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.
You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was arrogant, acting like the dictator of your life.
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.
In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.
You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.
In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards. You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.
At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.
How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak
You want a guy with a big... brain. And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it. What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!)
Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors. While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around. Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease. You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows!
Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.
spinning a tale ; @ 11:31 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Saturday, September 01, 2007
here's a couple of funny jokes i got from the internet. utterly amusing.
Blond medical terminology
Artery -- Study of paintings Bacteria -- Back door of cafeteria Barium -- What doctors do when treatment fails Bowel -- Letter like A.E.I.O.U Caesarean section -- District in Rome Cat scan -- Searching for kitty Cauterize -- Made eye contact with her Colic -- Sheep dog Coma -- A punctuation mark Congenital -- Friendly D&C -- Where Washington is Diarrhea -- Journal of daily events Dilate -- To live long Enema -- Not a friend Fester -- Quicker Fibula -- A small lie G.I. Series -- Soldiers' ball game Grippe -- Suitcase Hangnail -- Coathook Impotent -- Distinguished, well known Intense pain -- Torture in a teepee Labor pain -- Got hurt at work Medical staff -- Doctor's cane Morbid -- Higher offer Nitrate -- Cheaper than day rate Node -- Was aware of Outpatient -- Person who had fainted Pelvis -- Cousin of Elvis Post operative -- Letter carrier Protein -- Favoring young people Rectum -- It almost killed him Recovery room -- Place to do upholstery Rheumatic -- Amorous Scar -- Rolled tobacco leaf Secretion -- Hiding anything Seizure -- Roman emperor Serology -- Study of knighthood Tablet -- Small table Terminal illness -- Sickness at airport Tibia -- Country in North Africa Tumor -- An extra pair Urine -- Opposite of you're out Varicose -- Located nearby Vein -- Conceited
A blind man vists the state of Texas
There once was a blind man who decided to visit Texas. When he arrived on the plane, he felt the seats and said, "Wow, these seats are big!" The person next to him answered, "Everything is big in Texas."
When he finally arrived in Texas, he decided to visit a bar. Upon arriving in the bar, he ordered a beer and got a mug placed between his hands. He exclaimed, "Wow these mugs are big!" The bartender replied, "Everything is big in Texas."
After a couple of beers, the blind man asked the bartender where the bathroom was located. The bartender replied, "Second door to the right." The blind man headed for the bathroom, but accidentally tripped over and skipped the second door. Instead, he entered the third door, which lead to the swimming pool and fell into the pool by accident.
Scared to death, the blind man started shouting, "Don't flush, don't flush!"
Freshmen versus seniors
Freshman: Is never in bed past noon. Senior: Is never out of bed before noon.
Freshman: Reads the syllabus to find out what classes he can cut. Senior: Reads the syllabus to find out what classes he needs to attend.
Freshman: Brings a can of soda into a lecture hall. Senior: Brings a jumbo hoagie and six-pack of Mountain Dew into a recitation class.
Freshman: Calls the professor "Teacher." Senior: Calls the professor "Bob."
Freshman: Would walk ten miles to get to class. Senior: Drives to class if it's more than three blocks away.
Freshman: Memorizes the course material to get a good grade. Senior: Memorizes the professor's habits to get a good grade.
Freshman: Knows a book-full of useless trivia about the university. Senior: Knows where the next class is. Usually.
Freshman: Shows up at a morning exam clean, perky, and fed. Senior: Shows up at a morning exam in sweats with a cap on and a box of pop tarts in hand.
Freshman: Has to ask where the computer labs are. Senior: Has own personal workstation.
Freshman: Lines up for an hour to buy his textbooks in the first week. Senior: Starts to think about buying textbooks in October... maybe.
Freshman: Looks forward to first classes of the year. Senior: Looks forward to first beer garden of the year.
Freshman: Is proud of his A+ on Calculus I midterm Senior: Is proud of not quite failing his Complex Analysis midterm
Freshman: Calls his girlfriend back home every other night Senior: Calls Domino's every other night
Freshman: Is appalled at the class size and callousness of professors Senior: Is appalled that the campus 'Subway' burned down over the summer
Freshman: Conscientiously completes all homework, including optional questions Senior: Homework? I knew I forgot to do something last night
Freshman: Goes on grocery-shopping trip with Mom before moving onto campus Senior: Has a beer with Mom before moving into group house
Freshman: Is excited about the world of possibilities that awaits him, the unlimited vista of educational opportunities, the chance to expand one's horizons and really make a contribution to society Senior: Is excited about new dryers in laundry room
Freshman: Takes meticulous four-color notes in class Senior: Occasionally stays awake for all of class
spinning a tale ; @ 10:06 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Rocket Summer - Tell Me Something Good
Hey what you got you don't know Anything that I'm gonna say right now Cuz I'm not so sure why I'm here and why I wanna Keep on hanging 'round right now Not that I do it now or any day Sometimes I just get burned out About lots of things and well just doubt
So tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Cuz I'm confused and do I break into two So tell me how about you
Hey what you got something bad and I want it Even though I know its wrong But I won't be blessed cuz I know this so I can't have that So I can show I gotta be strong Man I don't wanna be able to breathe Be able to see what's become of the wars of this world and the wars from my tongue
So tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Cuz I'm confused and I bruise yes I do so tell me how about you So please just tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Come on baby and race me and maybe we'll just find ourselves
I wanna be I wanna be like that mountain I wanna stand taller and bigger than rest See I just wanna be it a guy who wins all the time I wanna be a big star a king and rule my own life And God I know that it's wrong So please just make my heart right Inside and destroy my pride
So you can tell me something good you got it Why I am so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Cuz I'm confused and I bruise yes I do so tell how about you So please just tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Come on baby and race me and maybe we'll just find ourselves
Hey what you got something bad and I want it Even though I know its wrong
i love the rocket summer. i think they're cool. something different from the usual punk rock boy bands and the boy bands where everyone has altered voices. it's about time for a change.
spinning a tale ; @ 7:45 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
i miss you like the desert misses the rain. you've spoiled me in every possible way.
yesterday was a horrible day. i've to really learn not to jinx myself anymore. anyway, i got food poisoning yesterday, because of the prata that i ate on sunday evening at casuarina curry along upper thompson road. no, it's not because of the curry. i don't eat spicy food. i know usually when you eat prata with curry and if the coconut milk's spoilt or something then there's where the whole food poisoning issue comes in. but since i didn't even touch the curry, not even a single bit, it has to be that extra ingredient that-shall-not-be-named-since-we-do-not-know-either that was added in during the course of preparation. oh how jolly. i woke in the morning with kinda mild stomachaches and i just dismissed it cuz i always had stomachache. but then my sister was shitting like crazy, and my dad was having really bad stomachache. the only person that wasn't affected was my mum and my maid. "it's because of the durian and mangosteen we ate yesterday, you see!" my mum kept saying. what nonsense. "see lah! don't want to eat fruits lah! next time must learn to eat durian okay? see! turi (my maid) and i ate durian that's why we don't have food poisoning! the durian neutralised the bad bacteria. then eat mangosteen also, wah! double power you know?" what illogical, unexplainable nonsense is that?! anyway, i'm not touching durians. it's stinky, and yucky, and it's yellow. how can anyone eat anything that stinky, i'm clueless. anyway, so since i was the only one who was having mild stomachaches, i was gloating about it (god knows why i was gloating about having stomachache), and in the end, i jinx myself because during the car ride to school, i was having really, REALLY bad stomachaches and i just wanted to just commit suicide. augh. after dad dropped me off in school, it got worse, and i had tina call the cab for me while i ran to the toilet to either shit or puke. which ever. i sat at the toilet bowl or around 15 minutes, and i swear i think i nearly died. it was as though i just went to the battle field. hilda vs stupid evil stomachache. okay, enough disgusting details. the cab fare was $16.20 i think. $2 more than the previous time i vomited in school. the cab driver was really funny. i guess my face was really pale and contorted with pain and everything that looks like a ghost more than a human, and besides i going home even before school began, so he asked me. "are you alright?" i nodded my head and he went "fever ah?" and i was like "no.. food poisoning." and he was like "aiyo! what did you eat?" "prata." "see. that's the reason why i never eat prata. don't know what kind of weird things they add in.... *goes on and on with me just smiling at his funny reactions*" i came back only to find that my maid went downstairs to look for a pillow that she dropped and i had to sit at the doorsteps waiting for her to come back. thank god my stomachache wasn't as bad as it was in the morning. anyway, melissa texted me to ask me if i was going to the class CIP, but i was going to die or something if i actually moved, she i replied "my butt's like stuck to the toilet bowl please." and she showed it to bronson, who has irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) which means his butt should be sticking to the toilet bowl more than mine, and he LAUGHED, like really loud! don't know why. is it that funny? i spent the whole afternoon between the toilet and in front of the computer watching taiwanese dramas (with english subs of course), and i watched this super retarded show, tokyo juliet. i only watched it because the song was nice, and i thought the show would be nice too. but it was worse than like, power rangers. incredibly stupid. who takes 15 minutes to snip off a little bit of hair?!
YAY! NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATION'S TOMORROW. and the school gave us GREEN t-shirt to wear. ummm... which part of the singapore flag's green i wonder? hmm. anyway. JACK'S PLACE TOMORROW! ooooh goodie! :D happiness :D
i shall go do my math now. toodles :D
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