ok new blog title courtesy of jen -_-"

speaking of which.

after spending a day in her company, i have unearthed a very interesting (if not dubious) fact.

jen does not skip songs on her ipod because she worries that she will hurt the song's feelings.

HAHAHA.

how have i not known this after 6 (yes fi, 6 not 8) years???!!!!

i love youuu la fi! =P

DOOFUS! =)

I just want to see you
When you're all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I cant escape
I love you till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You dont want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why dont you just take me
Where Ive never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you till the end

I just want to be there
When were caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
Im lost for words dont tell me
All I can say
I love you till the end

Love You 'Till The End, The Pogues

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive

So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright

If i ever leave this world alive, Flogging Molly

trust the irish to turn a sombre song about death into a rousing rah-rah pub tune =P

P.S. I love you is a horrendously sad film!

i bawled from start to finish (how horrid of them to make gerry die at the beginning and make me weep the entire 128 minutes)

i couldnt even put on my contacts the next day, my eyes were so swollen.

and for crying out bloody loud, these people arent even real.

'Growing older became something he wanted desperately to accomplish rather than merely a dreaded inevitability. How presumptuous they both were never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Ageing was something they wanted so much to avoid.'

PS, I Love You, Cecilia Ahern

i was blog-surfing (what else! god knows my time is better spent on shitty-fied ism!)

but i digress.

as i was saying, in my perusal of the literary ongoings of fellow bloggers, i came across this:

"The distinction between Singapore and its airport is a minor one. The entire country feels like one very large departure lounge; spotlessly clean, no distinct smells, climate-controlled, no one is poor, lots of shopping, no real culture, pleasant enough for the moment, but not a place you want to stay very long..."

how very very interesting.

i was watchin The Simpsons dvds last night.

and i am convinced without a shadow of a doubt that homer simpson is really MY DAD IN DISGUISE.

seriously i am not kidding.

he can be quite the dumdum. =P

hohoho. my dad would protest vehemently if he knew, of course.

anyways! cny has been lovely! terribly exhausting though.

and i have been brushing up my mahjong with the mahjong deities - the goddess and the princess (or more commonly recognizable in the category of elderly relative).

the losses are painful but i am certain that it will reap me some monetary benefit in the near future (thats right kimberly, what great foresight you have! =P)

ok that said. i have just whiled 5 hours away playing mahjong. i MUST study now.

ARGH.

surfandsweat 08 today!

haha omg this is our third and like em says, the first year commemoration of the day we lost our sanity and decided to start taking part in all these pay-to-make-yourself-suffer events.

note to self: loose fbts in which elastic has practically disintegrated are NOT a good idea for events involving any kind of water (i spent the entire 5k run holding up my pants MALUUUU).

walao eh.

and having em go 'PANTS CHECK!' every few metres to which i'd respond 'STILL THERE!' is really not very cool. (hohoho but its actually quite funny now that i think about it)

fun stuff aside, ism is really giving me a BIG ASS headache.

especially when nice-supervisor-who-makes-you-feel-bad-about-being-lazy bum bum emails you to tell you that your choice of poems need clarification because he cant quite see where the necessary references are. (WHY WHY WHY! wails)

sighsighsigh. i need a new brain. preferably one that has an IQ of 1,000,0000,0000 or something.

something to cheer my sorry ass self up:

I'm really very fond of you,
he said.

I don't like fond.
It sounds like something
you would tell a dog.

Give me love,
or nothing.

Throw your fond in a pond,
I said.

But what i felt for him
was also warm, frisky,
moist-mouthed,
eager,
and could swim away

if forced to do so.

I'm really very fond, Alice Walker

hohoho my favourite bit being the 'throw your fond in a pond' part of course. =P

GAH ok back to work.