Goat Milk.

so i've come to realise that my time here is at its twilight. i realise that i have mixed emotions of joy, agony, fear, anxiety, disappointment, satisfaction, whatever. i am sorely going to miss my life as it is. i am painfully going to miss the fun we have had along the way. i want nothing more than to wish all the people who have come into my life the best of luck, hope, peace and love in whatever they do and wherever they go. i know its not the end of the road, but its certainly the end of a beautiful and eventful journey for me.

im only sorry i havent told the people around me how much they mean to me enough and known how much i mean to them in return. yes i have trouble expressing myself at times. but cest la vie. its all about actions and not words that matter. cant tell you that enough. (cant act it out, either.)

then again, if i have ever offended any of you along the way, please accept my heartiest i-dont-give-a-flying-****. im just kidding. im sorry. never meant to offend anyways. i've gotta drop this mr. nice guy persona. i need to be more assertive. accept my apology, damn it! stupid piece of friend, you. ASSERTIVE!! ROAR!

i love goats.

okthxbai.

Introducing...The Jostler!

COMMISSIONER GORDON: who is this guy?

BATMAN: he creeps up on you when you sleep.

COMMISSIONER GORDON: that's it?

BATMAN: he places his hands in your pants.

COMMISSIONER GORDON: that's quite freaky.

BATMAN: then he jostles you. not just once, but over and over again. until you're so high on the jostling, you can't jostle anymore.

COMMISSIONER GORDON: ....that doesn't make sense.

BATMAN: it doesn't have to. the jostler never makes sense. he only jostles until you think it makes sense but it actually doesn't.

COMMISSIONER GORDON: .....

BATMAN: that's not the only thing. he jostles you till you can't even move. he jostles you quicker than you can even say the word 'jostle'

COMMISSIONER GORDON: so what do they call this guy?

BATMAN: The Jostler!

How to Topple A Government (For Dummies)

welcome to a crash course in toppling a world government in 3 easy steps! no extra costs hidden! what extra cost?! there is no cost! its free! all we ask is a little commitment and dedication. you got those? well how bloody excellent. i like to call this the 3P plan. its really an idiot-proof layout which any dummy can follow. let's explore this fascinating concept, shall we?

(i) THE PEOPLE: in any world body or organisation, the single first and foremost entity you should get on your side are the people. if you no got support from the people, then forget about toppling anything.

(ii) THE POLICE: the second important thing you should understand that any authoritarian government only operates through its police force. where else would they get the strength from? you start by obliterating the police force and kicking out its head. once the police are crippled, you should have no difficulty in reaching the executive body unobstructed.

(iii) THE PARLIAMENT: the last piece-de-resistance is marching into parliament with part (i) and without the interference of part (ii). this is the most simplest step of all: just march into parliament and convince the ruling government to GTFO. sounds pretty naive but there you have it.

alternatively, you always convince the people that their leader is involved in some scandal (sexual, preferably). wink wink. that should get the people on your side. then its all downhill from there.

Christian the Lion

i have to admit i misted up when i was watching this. rawr.

Lost In KL.

LDP.NPE.KESAS.PETALINGJAYA.BANGSAR.BATUTIGA.KLSENTRAL.PETALINGSTREET.DUKE.E20.E32.E22.WANGSAMAJU.BRICKFIELDS.POLICESTOP.PASSPORT.JJ.BLEHBLEHBLEH.PLAZATOLL.SHAHALAM.KLCC.JALANHSLEE.PUDURAYA.ROUNDABOUT.FALLSONME.HARMONIZING.SPEEDING.SINGAPOREANDRIVING.CUTTINGACROSSPEOPLE.OVERTAKING.NOSIGNAL.RASUAH.3OCLOCK.5OCLOCK.STUPIDIPOD.FORGOTBAG.REVERSEDOWNROAD.FEDERALHIGHWAY.SUBANGJAYA.USJ.HEIGHTS.KLANG.CHERAS.JALANIMBI.MANUCHELSEA. OFFSIDEGOAL.JOHNTERRY.DROGBAHAVINGBABY.

ah KL. how i love you.

Blowing Up Parliament.

Remember, remember the days in November,
The shipments, crossfire, red dot,
I don't see a season without Avinash's reason,
Why all our meetings, he forgot.

WTFH.

An 11-year-old girl became one of the world's youngest mothers - and went into labour on the way to her wedding.
Kordeza Zhelyazkova, from Sliven in Bulgaria, was still wearing her wedding dress and tiara as she was rushed to hospital, where she gave birth to 5lb 8oz Violeta.
Proudly displaying her baby, she told reporters: 'I'm not going to play with toys any more - I have a new toy now.'

Kordeza - who fell pregnant within two weeks of her 11th birthday - spent the night in hospital with Violeta and then headed back to church for her wedding with 19-year-old Jeliazko Dimitrov.
Kordeza told the News of the World: 'It feels strange to be a mum and have a baby.
'I used to play with my toys but now she is my new toy.
'She is so beautiful, I love her. Violeta is the child and I must grow up. I am not going back to school - I am a mother now.'
The couple met when Jeliazko rescued Kordeza from bullies in the playground.
However he now faces six years in jail for having sex with a minor, telling the paper his fears when he found out Kordeza was pregnant.
He said: 'I was really scared.
'We didn't plan to have sex or a baby although I fell in love with Kordeza the moment I saw her.
He added: 'I was walking past the school when I saw some boys mocking her and I told them to leave her alone.
'Then she arranged to meet me and asked me out on our first date. I thought she was 15. She didn't tell me she was 11.'

....

ah Bulgaria. land of the children with children's children. im not surprised really. this has been, what, the third time a (consenting) minor gets pregnant and delivers a child. something up with bulgarian men. im reminded of Borat when he said he bought his wife at 12 and left her 3 years later when her 'voice become deep and grow many hairs on chest...' maybe that's why they start young.

im sorry, but a mother at 11 is something i can't wrap my mind around. i have cousins who are 12 and act like kids for godsakes! what next? a grandmom at 22? and great grandmom at 33? then get married and do it all over again? whats the rush? where's the fire? keep your bulgarian bulges in your pants and wait, oh i dont know, till she's out of primary school!

but knowing me, ever the eternal conspiracy theorist, believe that there is this elaborate plan across the world to see which country can officially produce the world's youngest mother. no, no, listen. think about it. can you picture some concerned old mother in Azerbaijan right now going "damn you bulgarians! ayaan! go next door and get pregnant, now! no i don't care if sesame street is on! go!"

or some arkansas hillbilly at the maternity ward, with his wife and new daughter, going, "lord sakes! mo' booty for daddy tonight. yee haw!" then when asked if he was trying to break the record, asks back, "whut record?"

hey if that's the case, then i say..
"3 MORE YEARS!"
whoo!
yes i constantly refer to this mayan calender on my wall.

Thought for the Sunday VI ....on Saturday!

why you ask? its simple really. well not that simple. i just feel like simply writing. speaking of simple, boy i wish the finals next week are simple. simply simple. simple simon. mother always said things are simple if you are simple enough to think that you make things seem simple simply by thinking of it as simple. pretty simple huh? good. im glad we cleared the air. feels good to be understood.

but honestly, i AM worried to death with the finals and all. remember back in the day? when you kept studying and somehow you dont feel its enough? and as the days of the final exam draw nearer, your enthusiasm to study goes with it? yeap. story of my life. those who cant relate have either never studied before an exam or never gone to school at all. im a wreck just thinking about it. i dont quite feel myself lately with all this guilt around my neck. mainly because i dont know if im doing enough or not. go figure.

but fear not, for its always darkest before the dawn, so if you want to steal your neighbour's newspaper, that's the best time to do it.

stealing newspapers aside, i still have that ounce of hope left. i keep this hope alive in the hope that i hope i do well. well enough to make it and read politics at some obscure university next year. then, insya-Allah, i get to either choose to pursue my dream of flying a plane, or joining UNESCO or some foreign NGO. ( then i become political analyst! befriend some random Mongolian girl! get to know her! cant wait! im sure it'll be a 'blast'!) hey stop criticizing me. momma always said before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. that way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away plus you have their shoes.

all my hopes and dreams aside, i'd like to wish all the mates from me class all the very best of luck in the upcoming exams. except david. you dont need it. all you need is a pen. with that, i bid you all a pleasant farewell hoping you simply fare well in the exams. i leave you with another motivating quote from momma;
you are unique.
just like everyone else.

later! <3

Dirty Poli(ce)tics.

Geez. Never a dull moment when you're a Malaysian politician..



Footnote: (edited)

some of you here may be familiar with the situation in Perak where 3 stooges from the previous elected party jumped ship, breaking the majority of elected reps and effectively selling Perak to the ruling government. now im sure this has been said to death, but i do believe all governments..wait let me rephrase that..all democratic governments should be strictly decided by the People. it's the people whom the government serves, and not the other way around.

now just because 3 elected MPs have declared support for the opposing camp and increased their majority by 3, doesn't really mean the people share the same sentiment and want them in power. who gives a crap who's loyal to which party and who's jumping from here to there? it's what the community wants, isnt it? the ethics are simple.

the power tussle in Perak can easily be solved if the deciding factor goes back to the people and the ruling coalition knows it. expect the current Perak government to only relinquish power when the Fat Lady sings.


whoops. too late.

GOD v2.0

is it just me? or do some people really think they can act on behalf of a supreme being who put them here in the first place? is it this kind of 'holier-than-thou' mentality that causes men to actually think that by rounding up 'sinners' in God's name, would reserve them a special place in Paradise? since when did sinning against a God become a concrete affair which can be settled with currency and beatings? where does the money go after that? better question: who does the money go to after that? here are more pretty logical questions, if you ask me. for each YES, award yourself 2 points. for each NO award yourself no points. ready?

1. Does taking matters into your own hands defy the very existence of a God?
2. Does God have his own set of rules in dealing with people who sin against Him?
3. Only God has the power of forgiveness and repentance.
4. Should sin be between just you, yourself and God?
5. Is it only your business what you do?
6. Is it only on your blood be the consequences if you disobey God?
7. Is it your responsibility to make sure you live a devout life between you and your God?
8. Is it fair to say that it is only up to you how you want to carry your faith ?
9. Should these so-called 'men of God' be judged instead for defying God's existence?
10. Are these men just plain nosey, sticking their heads in where it doesn't belong? 

If you scored 20 points; Great! You're one step ahead in breaking free from the rest of this pretentious world that tries to inhibit the freedom of others for their selfish gain.

If you scored <20 points; Not bad. Your conservative mindset keeps you grounded, yet defies the very logic you stand for.

If you scored 0 points; Ho-ly-Shit.

A Man's Best Friend

it's 3 years today since i lost my boy. i can truly say there hasn't been a day that i've not thought about the days we had together. i've never known real love and friendship in an animal till i met my dog. he was the most faithful companion you could ever ask for. i could have the most nastiest days of my life and yet come home and find they all disappear when i look him in his eyes. i miss the times he'd snuggle up next to me on my pillow, under my blanket, or the times he'd drift off to sleep when i played "Here Without You" on the piano. i miss the times he used to beg me to take him for walks or play with his rubber ball, which could get annoying at times. i miss the times he'd bark at the vacuum cleaner. i miss the times he used to growl at the neighborhood cats, then run away from them. coward. i miss all the days he used to jump right into my arms when i came back from school and camp. i miss the times he used to hide when it was time for his baths..

Collie, i still remember the day you left me so suddenly. i'm sorry i couldn't do anything to save you. i just take comfort in the fact that i kept you company the whole of your last night in this world. im sorry for just watching you fade away on the cold metal table, so helplessly. i wish i could have died right there with you. but you were so smart, Collie. you waited for everyone to come by your side before you left. i hope to god you're in a better place. with someone you can play fetch with everyday. somewhere with endless green fields you can run across. i just hope you're happy where you are. you made every single day of the ten years with you worth something.

i love you, boy.
and i still miss you terribly.

The Catch-22

Let me share something fascinating with you guys. now i'm not sure if you've all read Joseph Heller's novel, Catch-22, but the premise of the book is simple. its about an U.S. Air Force soldier during WW II. Allow me to explain what a Catch-22 is. (no JJ, a Catch-22 is not how many balls Pepe Reina will catch if you kick 100 balls at him. hahaha.) seriously though, a Catch-22 is a situation with a double bind trap. wrap your minds around this.

picture a scenario during the war:

a soldier wants to get out of flying in a mission assigned to him by Command.
the only option out is to plead insanity to HQ.
the problem is by telling HQ that he is crazy would mean that he is sane enough to know he is crazy.
and therefore, he is not crazy.
after all, how many crazy people you know would admit they are crazy?

so that would not work.

if he instead chooses to fly the mission, which would mean absolute death given the chances,
that would mean that the soldier IS crazy.
and thus, would NOT have to fly the mission.

Hence, the soldier would have to be crazy to accept more missions and sane if he didn't want to.
but if he was sane, he had to accept the mission.
if he accepted it, he was crazy and didn't have to;
but if he didn't want to, he was sane and had to.

to sum it all up into a something that's summed up, a Catch-22 situation is in fact, beating around the bush, and falling into it at the same time (Johan 2009).

Liverpool kicks out the 12th Man.

Liverpool were devasted by the less-than-intelligent actions of their 12th man on Saturday's Premiership game resulting in a 1-0 loss against Sunderland. Said manager Rafael Benitez, "It was foolish of us to even think that red round bastard could even try and help us against Sunderland. I wonder why we even got him in the first place. I am seriously considering deflating him and suspending him for the rest of the season."

 ------------------Liverpool manager Rafael Benitez----------------

Meanwhile, Sunderland A.F.C's Steve Bruce was pleasantly surprised due to the quick thinking opportunity taken by striker Darren Bent. "I'm glad he took advantage of it. Even with an obvious deflection, he seized his chance and scored the winning goal for us. My heart goes out to Rafa and the rest of Anfield. I hear they wanted the disallowed, but I ask, how can you disallow a goal like that? It was such a beautiful finish. Though, I'm quite sure this would not have happened had Torres and Gerrard been playing," he added, with a sly wink. When asked if he'd consider buying the wayward 12th Liverpool player, he said, "We'll keep our options open."

Liverpool are now eighth on the league table.

Straight From the Heart

i'd like to begin this post with a big apology, firstly, to my blog, for neglecting you. im sorry baby, i won't do it again. i've just been so busy you know? i shouldn't have left you alone. i know you have a lot on your hands. im sorry for not calling you when i should have. im sorry for not talking to the kids long enough and telling them i love them. i'm sorry for..wait wait i'm getting carried away here.

anywho, yes i'm back (and badder than ever). im back to the blogosphere of this planet. i'd just like to add that i've missed all of it, plus the random comments you beautiful people throw in. sorry you guys. =)

this post is not about humour or parodies or laughs or fish. this one's about the good times. for people like Avi, who incidentally said i've never talked about my friends on here (prick), this post sets out to prove him wrong.
my heart used to be heavy somewhere mid July when i realised i only had like 4 months plus with these guys. i was really downhearted knowing that out escapades were bound to be cut short. but then it struck me. like pigeon droppings from an extremely crowded tree. its only the end of our semester together. the end of studying. the end of exams. but it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship and bond. if you were to ask me, 'why of all places did you choose Taylor's to study in when you could have studied in Singapore?' i would first point at Karl, Avi (different finger), JJ, LawYueZhi, Weng Jun and Yuan Ming. no i didn't forget you, David. ^^ these guys have made these nine months so worth it. im not just saying that. who knew these guys would be the reason for my purpose here.

my mates, whom i've dubbed the awesome foursome:

Karl Johan: the frusciante to my kiedis. the edge to my bono. the molotov to my cocktail. the works. Karl, those were some pretty wicked moments we had in class, just cracking up for no apparent reason. it's pretty hard to get a guy as funny and witty as you are. i cant tell you how many times i just had to laugh thinking about your antics. very unbecoming of an astro-physicist. haha. but you've pretty much made my days in and out of college. im just so sorry i couldnt return the favour properly enough. i owe you a fishing trip, no? you're so right about thinking alike, though. im pretty freaked out myself. haha. cant imagine i found a best mate who actually shares my warped sense of humour. not to mention a fellow chili pepper fan. oh yeah.

JJPM: the stiles to my mochrie. the cat to my finger (lol). the watch to my stopping. hahaha. this is one of the hardest people in the world to find. you're wacky, fun, weird, and all round an incredible guy. i've never clicked faster with someone until i clicked with JJ. thats a personal record. its no wonder we're best mates as well. if i didnt know better, i'd swear that this guy's been following me my entire life, just observing everything i like, shows, movies, music and liking them too. you're one in a million my friend. all the best with yvette, debbie, shirley, jane, ambrosia, yvonne, mary, marianne, delilah, fiona, geraldine, betty, veronica, sarah, amanda, theresa, nicole, jane, susan, whitney, natasha, taylor, lilliane. or whoever's on your weekly list. hahaha. im messing around. you're way ahead of 'the game' than i am. ;)

Yue Zhi: the D to my gear, the coolant to my radiator. this guy's a bucket of laughs a day. i just get a kick out of hearing him laugh every single day. most contagious ever. he's the most coolest, calmest (read blur-est) and patient guy under fire. i cant think of a nicer, more polite boy out there. he plays in church, for god sakes! haha. i'd be very surprised if he ends up a foul mouth, gun toting, cigarette smoking mechanic. did i mention he's really into cars? he has the most beautiful girlfriend ever, soft hazel eyes, nice bushy eyebrows, amazing rack, big bootylicious butt. i think her name's Avi or something like that. yeah they fight a lot in class. but who can blame them? so adorable.

Avinash Kumar: the upstairs to my downstairs. the nut to my left, the bastard to my child, the fool to my seven, the..finish? Avi's the craziest guy out there. period. i've never met anyone so random and dog-pornish in my life. the things he says and the noises he makes can get anyone in a stitch anytime. trust me. you've never been on the receiving end of one of Avi's moans. then again, you don't want to be. but nevertheless, Avi, i've always regarded you as my younger brother (read: bother). you're just so fun to kacau and annoy. i never knew another Zimmer-head till i knew you. im just really sorry if i've taken anything too far with you. all in good fun bro. plus, i hope it works out with you and HER. and by her i mean...LATIKA!

so there you have it,
my heart laid out on the table.
its kinda unnecessary but i just want to reiterate how i feel bout you guys.
i love you all.

there is no sorrow,
there are no goodbyes,
there's only tomorrow,
of a meet and surprise.

Closet Case

just a little something something to brighten your day. :)

The Plague which is Man.

it's been a freaking mystery to me why they call society 'civilisation' sometimes. i mean come on, who are we kidding? the only thing civilised about this picture is that the crowd is fully clothed. but that's another story. i don't want to delve too much into the silly tantrums of certain quarters here. i could go blind writing that story to death. no, this is about the sanctity of life.

why do men feel they can justify their cause with blood? why is an innocent life brought into this world, regardless if it's an animal, slaughtered for baseless and futile causes? are we due to be intimidated by the sight of blood, cognitively replacing the cow's head with our own? what did the effing cow do to you? why are animals killed in the sickly process of provocations between men? why the hell am i asking you these questions? cows, pigs, dogs, goats. none of these are spared. ask your neighbourhood money-lender. his name's Larry. he'll tell you a thing or two.

yes, i love all beings (mostly). yes, i'm an animal lover. i can't bear to watch an animal needlessly butchered for no logical reason. it sickens me. (men being butchered is another topic altogether; fun!) but i believe in the Animal Truce. What is 'Animal Truce', you ask? well someday, when i rule this world, i'd want to implement the Animal Truce Act; Section 4, Article 1, which states that all animals are to be spared in the blood of war, in the stamping of feet, and in the rioting of buttwipes. (i'm implementing the word buttwipes as well.)

no animal should suffer for man's cause. period. all these protests with animal bodyparts are yellow-bellied attempts to intimidate other groups and have no place in modern society. leave the goddamn animals alone. use your own head instead.

p.s. i'm running/campaigning for Supreme Leader of the World. my agents tell me they predict a landslide in animal votes. :)

Eeeee.

sigh..
another rank, another platoon, another company.
when will this all be over??
damn it la. i so cant be bothered anymore really.
this is the good life now. freedom. and im loving every single moment of it.
wahaha.

Six Degrees

so i just got done watching Che: The Argentine again. must say it's one hell of a flick. its all about Che Guevara, a Cuban militant rebel. que? por favor? you no know who thees senor Che is? come on, you've seen him everywhere! okay here's a visual aid for you.



oooohhhh. that guy. i'm wearing his hat. harhar.
anw yeap. pretty intense story actually. its all about his struggle to bring about change to the Cuban dictatorship and politics.
but on another note, i was more fascinated with the actor who was playing him. (not in that way, he's not my type.) his name's Benicio Del Toro and he's pretty much a Latino box-office bombshell. wickedly intense and captivating performance, i should add as well.

and so, this got me wondering about certain things, like facial features, for example. i probably suspect hollywood loves cashing in on men like him for their looks. dead set eyes, rugged personas, huge jaws, clean teeth...but hey, Benicio, i'm sorry amigo. looks like someone else has already filled in your spot...



freaky, huh?

I Can Hardly Speak, I Understand...

Ever so often you get that one song you've not listened to in ages coming back to haunt you in all its harmonic and lyrical bliss. I had this song pop up in my iPod playlist and it flooded back so many memories in a heartbeat. this is really one song that can apply to every facet of your life whatever you may go through; a lost love, breaking up with someone, breaking up with someone who never knew you loved him or her. so light up, as if you have a choice.

- 'Run' by Snow Patrol

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say


Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.

Thought for the Sunday VIII

(08-17) 08:24 PDT FREMONT -- Two kids were rescued and their mother was arrested after she left them in a car in Fremont where the temperature reached 107 degrees, police said today.

Liao Sian of Fremont was arrested after passers-by saw her 2-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son sitting inside her 2000 Toyota in the parking lot of the Safeway store at Fremont and Washington boulevards at about 3:30 p.m. Friday, police said.

Both children were "sweating profusely," and the 2-year-old was weak from heat exhaustion, said Fremont police Sgt. Chris Mazzone.

When asked why she had so irresponsibly left her children unattended, she replied, "Sian Liao." =)

For original article:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/08/17/BAEE199NQ3.DTL

Saturday Night Fever

zhao an xiao di di hai yo xiao jie . ni hao ma? wo hao. wo HEN hao. wei she me le? ing wei wo mei yo fever liao!
yeap. im feeling like a million bucks. boy it feels good to be back on your feet. this cough is a pain in the ass cos i can't laugh anymore. when i laugh its like im speaking some middle eastern language or something. (hahaha-harrghhooarrrgchhhaachhhrphtpthhthhh!...) but anyway im glad the fever's gone. that means i get to prance around like a little fairy princess queen ballerina do more manly macho guy stuff at home. im glad its all going away though. for a little teeny second i sorta reckoned i had like got THE flu. no not that common flu. he's like so last tuesday. im talking about THE flu. the mother of all FLUs. you dont know which one? okay what makes H-two? H one-n-one. (sorry sorry. i have this irresistable craving to be lame today.) but yeah like i was saying, i kinda thought i got it. i mean telling the doctor your symptoms and having him go "uh-oh" isn't really that comforting. hell he even gave me his contact number in case my fever got higher. i was on like 39.0. pushing 40. i mean people say im hot, but come on! hardly something to pick up a date with here!
it also feels so good not having to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to sleep and failing. though, come to think of it, staring at the ceiling in bed really isn't that bad unless you're in pretty good shape. ;) but seriously, take care all you people out there in the real world. i think the virus is out of ammo playing russian roulette with my class. i mean most everyone has more or less been infected somehow.
i just got reminded of the conversation i had with my english lecturer not too long ago, she said she didn't believe i was THAT sick that i couldn't get out of bed. heh. i had to reassure her i was and so she left me with these parting words, "you come to class the next time. if i can pull myself out of bed with my sickness, then so can you." i just had to smile then and there cos she put the mental image of a crane pulling her up from bed. for those of you who've seen her, you'll know what i mean. lmao. anw, here's cheers to your health and vitality and spinach. peace, people.

Thought for the Thursday

howdy all you boys and girls. today on a very special edition of TFTS VI or, in this case, TFTT, i'd like to introduce you all to one of my closest friends, Alfred Coholl or Al, as we all call him. now i can safely say i've actually lost touch with Al about 2 years back. never seen him that much since the last couple times we partied. and boy we had some good times. ;) so it's without a doubt i can say i was pretty much excited about meeting him again. i didn't have that much of you that night, Al, but thanks for a wonderful time again anyway. i kinda missed your taste on my lips and how you burn them with your fiery passionate essence. i missed all the times when i had you inside, making me go crazier with shot after shot. you do know how to really turn me on sometimes. haha. i really don't care what people think but i think i love you. i really do. and i wish i could see you again soon, but unfortunately, too much of you can't be a good thing, can it? boy i'm so confused. i know one thing though, i will cherish all the memories i had with you. you turn any night into a fun and exciting one. wink wink. so, till we meet again, here's me saying you'll always be mine, AlCoholl. (what were you people even thinking?)

P.S. i hope you liked my darling friends as well. boy you sure do mix around good. =]

ZOMG.

what's this, you say? it's exam time and you're blogging, Calvin? shouldn't you be studying? do you realize that this is mid semester? this is gonna prepare you for the trials and the finals! you really shouldn't be this irresponsible, i mean, it's not like this is some class test or anything. something you can just go easy on. its mid-freaking-semester! whatever you've learnt since March would be coming out to test your knowledge and what you've learnt so far. this is very foolish of you not to be mugging 24/7 for your paper tmr. how is it you can be so relaxed and calm in the midst of this crazy time? don't you take anything seriously, Calvin? why are you so carefree about life and so cool about school? you're not even getting a proper rest before the exam. hell, you're not even sleeping sometimes. this isn't high school where you can just cram and cram and come out tops in the finals. cramming does you no good. you should have started a long time ago. but instead, you were so happy-go-lucky and so idle, watching the world pass you by. sometimes i think it's because you don't care about anything, Calvin. you're still taking your own sweet time to revise and catch up with what you've missed out. are you ready for the coming exams? are you? so why are you blogging when the exams are going on right now?




because i can. ; ]

Thought for the Sunday V

guten haben mein dammen und herren. =] welcome to another episode of 'Thought for the Sunday' with yours truly. hope you guys had a smashing weekend. i know i didn't what with the exams coming up and all. curse all you assessments. life would be so much easier without these scholastic grade markers and educational ranks. what is 'rank' anyway? just a little piece of certification to show that you're higher than someone else. but i do have to say that it has its merits. after all, its what the outside world wants to see. anywhere you go, its level this and rank that.


speaking of ranks, i've finally watched the most amazing mini-series i have ever laid my eyes on. those of you who really know me, would know that i'm a military-obsessed lunatic plus i'm kinda into the whole world war II era type stuff with hitler and the nazis and the germans and the swastikas and the tight leather pants..umm okay i better stop there. so anyways, this mini-series is called 'Band of Brothers' and its all about, yes you guessed it you smart little thing, world war II and hitler and the nazis and the germ...fine i'll stop.

the whole premise is taken from the adventures and experiences of Easy Company and the rest of the 506th Parachute Infrantry Regiment. these tough momma-jammas were the ones who were sent in on D-Day to liberate parts of Europe from the Krauts. (offensive nickname for Germans), sent to Bastogne in France during the "Battle of the Bulge' and also to destroy Hitler's residence called the 'Eagle's Nest.' under the guidance and leadership of MAJ Richard Winters, CPT Ronald Speirs, CPT Lewis Nixon and 2LT Carwood Lipton, Easy Company was led to victory in liberating Europe and also in defending the various people who were undermined by the Nazi Regime. (check these links out if you're like me =|)

Watching episode after episode made me realise something however. it made me realise that you could have the best leader in the world, under the best leadership in the world. but when you go out there, you will never really know what the enemy has got planned for you. just like life. and you can't really rely on leadership to get you out of bad situations. sometimes you have got to lead your leader. because if we really want success, then its a joint effort. all you need are your wits, your hands and your heart. and just like the men of Easy Company, you need a good team who looks out for each other and backs each man up. the dedication which was portrayed was incredible. and truly enough, it also portrayed what i've learnt from my army days: you could have the highest rank among your men, but it's your actions and not your rank that your men will eventually come to respect.

so with that said, i salute the men of E Company and whatever they have gone through. i also salute the men of E Company who were left behind, who died fighting for their country. all your bravery, courage and right out guts really got me questioning my own and what i would have done under the similar conditions. currahee! =]

Thought for the Sunday IV

"In a friend, you find a second self."
- Isabelle Norton

i realise i haven't exactly taken the time to write this down and i know i don't have to because the people in question here should already know it. but i kinda actually want to because i feel i express things better with words. and words are all i have since being physical would pretty much be inappropriate right now. so i'd like to start now and thank the clan and clique for being the people they are and for the bond we've established in such short notice. i can honestly say i feel like i've known you all my life Karl, Avi and JJ. the day's just another grain in the hourglass; the ticks in a clock; the sun moving aimless without you 3 best mates. it's really weird how much common ground we stand on and how everything suddenly seems funny with you guys around. but call it fate/luck/karma/superstition/destiny/coincidence/irony/chance or just plain randomness that we ended up in the same boat, it's still really good to know you dudes and i want you to know that. and no, my emo-ness has nothing to do with anything. im feeling rather melancholic and nostalgic tonight so yeah. i think it was Karl who first mentioned the phrase "taking a bullet" and i'd like to assure him that i'd also be a Lieutenant Werner von Haeften to you Colonel Claus von Stauffenbergs in the firing squad of life. (uh you may need to watch Valkyrie to understand that one.) so this is me saying cheers to our bonds of brotherhood and long live sacred germany. love ya guys.

Thought for the Sunday III

have you ever...

wanted something you never had?
wanted someone so very bad?
then realise you cannot pull through
since the plague only lies within you.

that very layer of your heart lies torn,
from all the lying and scorn.
then you find yourself at the brink.
just wondering what they will think.

it's time you wait at opportunity's doors,
and know that it's not their life but yours,
because this world doesn't wait for men
who shy away from a life condemned.

it's about you, my dear, and what you choose
who am i to make you lose?
your god-given right to what you want
and to whom your love you wish to flaunt.

they say if you want something, you set it free
if you find it back, it's meant to be
and i would throw you to the draught
but you're not mine and mine to have

the heartaches and want which still linger on,
cannot compare to those tired waking morns,
when i awake from those unreal dreams
of just you and me under the seams

and when it comes to another day
when the stars are out and the moon does stray
i think of like how it would be
of just me and you: eternity.

have you ever wondered or imagined?
just us together among the pageant.
and i'm telling you things i should have said
of why i lie and pretend to be someone else instead.

the truth is plain and the truth is strange
my heart and yours are out of range.
the beats all match and the rhythm arise
i chose you to synchronize.

so now hope and faith is what i toll.
its only you i want to have and hold. <3

all rights unreserved.
to be used on that special person we all have a place in our hearts for.

Bum Rap.

if i could just take a moment of your time to wallow in my non-existent perasan-ness or vanity. i just found this pic kinda funny to look at so i thought i'd put it up here.

check out the tush on yours truly. ;)

Thought for the Sunday II

"The throne shall never be empty; the country shall never be without a monarch, the King is dead, Long live the King! Le Roi est mort, vive le Roi!" - Proclamation of Royal Obituaries.

i must first start by saying how much this news shocked and surprised the living daylights outta me come last Friday morning. i was getting ready to leave the apartment for college when my phone buzzed. thinking it was a friend or something, i casually glanced at the screen.

MUM (07:36): "michael jackson has died from cardiac arrest."
MUM (07:40): "farah fawcett died too."

at this point, my whole body went into what i like to call the 'wtf' mode. symptoms include a weak, open jaw, temporary alignment of the head to a 40 degree angle, eyes almost bulging and consistent muttering of rhetorical questions under one's breath. all this was just for michael btw. yeah so farah fawcett died. boo hoo. hey, the show's called 'charlie's angels' for a reason. completely slipped from my mind like hot butter on a knife. anw, i immediately started thinking it was some sorta joke. i mean, come on, how could michael jackson be dead at 50? the guy sleeps in an oxygen chamber for christsakes. so i turned the telly on to the breakfast show, (kinda reliable, i figure) and bam! hits me like a freight train. murky subtexts flying from left to right. pictures of michael jackson flood the screen. then the final blow: "1958-2009"

well needless to say, i walked to college with a mixture of shock and awe, just trying to contemplate the reality of the situation.
classes kinda made me forget about his death a bit, since we were too busy laughing at random stuff. then came the long bus ride back. and hey, i did what any grieving fan would have done. i plugged in my ipod and set a michael jackson playlist. hell i ain't ashamed to say it. it's the least i could do anyway. i spent my entire childhood on michael jackson. i grew up to 'beat it', 'billie jean' and 'thriller'. not to mention i actually watched 'moonwalker'. i even take influence from his music when it comes to writing a tune. this dude's touched me in so many ways, (pun intended) hell, he's made impacts on billions of other people. so much so that i think cardiac arrest is really a bit of an anti-climax. sounds like a sissy way to go really. its like death by slipping on a banana peel. (no offense to you people who have actually died from banana peels.) michael jackson's the kind of person you'd expect to die by a flock of doves carrying him away or by spontaneously combusting.

but there i was, watching the sunset over the highway, watching the trees run me by, as the now-posthumous voice filled my ears and brought me back to the yesteryear. all i could think of was 'thanks mike' for trying your best to make this world a better place, while getting mocked for it. i'd like to believe your innocence since there is no point of making it an issue now. i admire the love you had and so unselfishly shared. the people spurned you but you never stopped loving them. for this, i say: rest in peace, michael joseph jackson. may you find the comfort and love you were looking for in another world. :(

Being Calvin.

for as long i can remember, the art of zone-ing out has been a gift to my personality. i've never known how obvious it was until now. oh if only you could be in my head and see the things i see, hey, you'd be pretty dazed and blank yourself.

Thought for the Sunday

The seven seals is a concept of Christian eschatology, which comes from the Book of Revelation in the Christian Bible, where seven seals are described in Revelation 5:1. The seven seals are opened by the Lion of Judah, one by one. New Testament Book of Revelation 5:5; "And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof." This was usually the kingdom given to the Crown Prince of Israel. Jesus in Christian traditions is the King of Kings, not the Crown Prince. The Lion of Judah is a deliberate direct reference to a worthy Prince "Of the Blood of Christ"....
It also states that there will be "seven trumpets" announcing aspects of the "End Times": mankind being judged, seas turning to blood, sores on people's bodies, plagues, infertility, and the introduction of "seven bowls" (in King James Version called "vials"). These bowls are a third each of the sea, humankind, water, animal life, ships, crops, and earth, all engulfed by an infinite abyss.



now i don't profess to be a religious person, but from what i understand from this gospel is that there are seven seals bestowed to us upon Judgement Day. (*cough* 2012 *cough*)
okay. fantastic. seven seals. from the sky. call it by which ever way you choose, Judgement Day, Hari Kiamat, Qiyamah, Oh My God The World Is Ending!, Deos Judgementos, Apocalyptos, Eucalyptus..is gonna be freaking crazy.
okay so, to my understanding, there are seven seals thrown down on this earth by god. and then, he gets this guy Judah and tells him to set his lions upon the seals to open them up one by one. there's also a Root of David mentioned, but i'm guessing this David guy has a hair problem. anyways, it gets better! there are seven trumpets thrown in. here's where i'm assuming there's some kind of heavenly band coming down to play while the world gets destroyed, you know, like in Titanic, where those blokes played crappy music to a screaming crowd. as if they weren't annoyed enough. so back to my interpretation. after the trumpets and band and seals are down, god throws down seven bowls!
woah. am i the only one here who absolutely cannot wait for world's end? smoking weed, eating seafood and listening to jazz. i love you, god. even in the chaos and fire, you're an excellent host. please don't judge me on this.

p.s. btw god, i was thinking, since you're sending down a seven trumpet jazz band, you might want to include an EIGHTH seal? just to liven up the party? thank you. amen.

Star-struck.

PATTINSON HIT BY CAB WHILE ESCAPING FANS

Heartthrob actor ROBERT PATTINSON was hit by a taxi while running away from fans who mobbed him on the New York City set of his new movie.
The British star was left unhurt by the scrape, which took place in downtown Manhattan on Thursday (18Jun09), while he was shooting Remember Me in the city.
A team of five burly security guards couldn't stop a swarm of teenage girls pouncing on Pattinson as he left the Strand bookstore during a film break, and, as he rushed across the road to safety, he was clipped on the hip by a yellow cab.
According to RadarOnline.com, one bodyguard checked Pattinson for injuries before screaming at the fans, "You see what you did, you almost killed him!"

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allow me a minute to just regain my composure from laughing my head off. you twilight fans remember the scene where the handsome vampire saves his lass from being splattered by a car, using his superhuman unholy evil vampire strength, don't you? good.

let this be my shortest article ever in where i only have just two words to write when i say: DEFINE IRONY.

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now, back to my childish giggling.

Santa Claus boycotts Christmas 2012.

(The Hark Herald) NORTH POLE - In what seems to be another blow to the already crumbling global economy, patron saint of gift-giving and local philanthropist, Santa Claus (pictured above) has announced that he will be boycotting the national holiday of Christmas in 2012.

Nicholas von Badelt Klaus, better known as the plump, jolly, white-bearded man donned in a red coat with white collar and cuffs, white-cuffed red trousers, and black leather belt and boots, has publicly declared his unwillingness to participate in the season of merryment with regards to the much publicized '2012 Doomsday Prophecy'.

Said a visibly distraught Klaus, 783, "I am very concerned with this prophecy and have spent many a sleepless night pondering over it. One factor my wife and I are particularly concerned with is the geo-magnetic reversal of poles and how it will affect us. As a citizen of the North Pole, I have absolutely no desire to be relocated to the South. Do I look like a (censored) redneck Mexican Eskimo to you? We have had numerous meetings with the elves and reindeers, including Mary, my wife and we have come to ideal solution of simply not going for Christmas in 2012. Hey, if the world is ending, then there isn't much point to gift-giving, is there? Now, get off my goddamn [sic] boat!"

The geo-magnetic reversal of poles is a phenomenon that occurs when the North and South Poles switch magnetic polarity. Its effect on humans is not known at this time, but it remains a threat to civilization, especially to Klaus himself.

Klaus has also expressed disbelief at his heavenly government, citing a 'glitch in management and protocol' to be held responsible for the impending disaster, and for those responsible to publicly step down and relinquish all posts. He has also stated that the decision was made in haste and poor judgement, adding that it was too soon to call for a global crisis. Known for his staunch support for U.S. President Barack Obama, Klaus has said he hopes his act of protest will urge several heavenly leaders to postpone Judgement Day to give the U.S. President, whose current tenure ends in November 2012, a chance to be re-elected to another four year term in office.

Klaus has served as the publicly renowed delivery boy since the inception of the post in the early 14th century. His credentials include promoting countless seasons of joy and happiness, temporarily stopping wars between nations and paying guest visits at many shopping outlets, where he entertains little children as a hobby.

(For more updates, please visit our local webpage at www.harkheraldonline.com)

Snap, Crackle, Pope!

okay, so it took over 200 years to elect the first African American President of the United States. what we have now is a man from a minority ethnic group leading a world superpower, a man whom people thought to be an underdog because of his race and creed. The people of America rallied with him and picked him, over an army veteran and P.O.W, whom no one cares about now, and also over a Caucasian woman, whom frankly wasn't picked because of her husband and his loose pants. Obama's victory meant something to this world, showing other countries how a 'coloured' man could be chosen to hold the highest office in the world, showing them how race has become insignificant in these modern times.

now this got me thinking: if moderate America can say they support and back the leadership of a black man, then what about the Vatican? we know that women and gay army veterans can't be priests, let alone hold the office of the Papacy, but isn't it just kinda odd that the Catholic Church has never had a black pope? let's do the math here: America has been around, what, 226 years now? the Catholic Church has been around for 1914 years. hmm. 226 vs. 1914. 226 < 1914.
all white leaders of America till 2008. all white leaders of the Church till - present.

will the world see a black pope after Pope Benedict XVI? can a black man lead the billions of Catholics around the world? is he gonna wear the robes and NOT look a pimp? will he stand at St. Peter's Basilica after his election and yell, "what up peeps?!" more importantly, will he choose his papal name to be 'Sweet Jesus'. then call himself Pope Sweet Jesus I? only god knows.

i say, bring in the minorities! hell, why stop at african american? bring in the hispanics AND the asians! we could have our first Latino pope, Pope Carlos y de la Ricarda Robinho Santa Maria de Florenza y Theresa Conception de la Raúl Rafael Juliá y Arcelay-Guiterrez? or even an east indian pope, who may call himself Adam. to which you have Pope Adam. (say that fast to get the joke.) the native indians, however, seeing as they name anything after the first thing they see, might just name themselves Pope Black Smoke or Pope Lotsa Funny Men in Red Dresses. i don't think that would sound right in Church.

come on Vatican City, elect a minority into the papacy. let the rest of the world know that race has become a thing of the past in the scientific world, as well as the religious. i leave all the Popes over the centuries with this parting statement: if Jesus WAS black, then you're all screwed.

Snowglobe.

first off, if you were wondering what the last post was about, it was a lazy Sunday evening and i was bored, okay? sue me. i couldn't move a muscle and i was bored. anyways, now that that's cleared up (or is it?), let me start by saying that i'm being overcome with a sense of dread as of late. it's inexplicable and yet, at times, tangible. maybe it's because i'm just slipping in and out of focus between the things i'm supposed to get done and the things which don't really matter. but it's the kind of dread that gets you down, and gets you to your knees, forcing you to shut off and stop, in other words, quit and abandon the race. it's shrouding me and making me second guess myself in almost everything i do lately. that being said, i know i have to fight my way out this deadlock and find my way out of these crossroads. call me naive or foolish, but i do know the signs of impending struggles and toil and last stands. call it experience. i just hope i still have the determination and grit which i used to. i must admit these two particular qualities have quite eluded me since i started this adventure 2 months ago. it's funny how things seemed so perfect and carefree just then. now i just feel the warning signs from the impending chaos from my life about to be turned on its head.
have i depressed you enough already till this point? call me if you need a shoulder to cry on. i just may need yours too.

Fodja hiyermankintof.

hejer! uland moka tooi peen to lakamakasakala niewsielof. fe rosta mudsafir to neek kila dess ka mon shuii bepolinskilafadafadoo. =D hut bannyoit, sekil messterabut hutt topkilish ubangii saytee swatferenger shat. meen bossi defretutui YONINILA! haha! ;) burresester, tutthu feer feer vitt la wasqualee vinshasta cutralonic restersa. LOL. jumpi wumpi girerla sointe deallwallla goomiwamba, tehlijah wamba. :S sirrelexy! Zooprooyella hevenshistofferson inni latkitsa wert?? jookoolo ma fitrestuilakana, simmoloni goosh troosh moosh holifollidolli. hahaha! dembelinni druisutix mellakalani yusturu morgennstraight. loksamikcchelle n kissingerestry. hoity woity kahn mrestry kuiver saz naif saz dert. =0. parew woytl marx se sist ontro compostilala. ministro sinfrestra guud towalla heimmstraflargistic. poot? FIKKEN GOO! hahahaha. joday, si bumster ja feelan woozygarester. haha. sins ja zoon!! jye pye! :)

Insomnia and Me.

so it's been 2 months since i haven't blogged. the laziness calls. that being said, i was sorta busy these past couple months. work, work and more work. the title says it all. these deadlines and due dates have been taking a toll on my body clock. i'm drinking tea and warm milk right now but to no avail. hey mr. sandman! you've forgotten me, you idiot! give me a freaking dream already!
it is quite strange, (and that's quite common in my world.) but i seem to enjoy staying up, not being to sleep. the darkness and the quieting silence is enough to calm my nerves. i like dark. it's so peaceful. it's good for some quiet reflection and meditation, but my short attention span does not allow that unfortunately. hey did you hear that new song by Radiohead? (see what i mean?)
but seriously, it's a pretty weird feeling you get when your body's tired as hell but your mind's racing like a bullet. it's getting quite annoying to fall asleep these days, when you're slowly drifting off to sleep, and everything's getting ready to shut off, and you're about to fall into the most serene of sleeps, then suddenly, you think of school or how football with the mates was fun or how the world should stop hating each other and start loving and caring more often. then you sit up and start wandering about the house because your mind is telling you you're not done for the day. next thing you know, you're asleep on the couch 5 hours later with the TV blaring. oh and you wake up with a splitting headache and a bad back from sleeping on the couch the whole night. another night of beauty sleep just gone with useless thoughts. sigh.
there you have it folks. the next time you lay in your bed, enjoying endless nights of beautiful dreams and divine snooze-fests, think of poor old me, awake and cranky and cursing your perfectly synchronised body clock. i'm just kidding. see you when i have a less whiny article to write. pleasant dreamzzzzz to all of you!

and then there wasn't light.

strange that the idea of turning your lights off for at least one hour seems so much like a chore for some people. what? need light to sit around the house doing nothing? but seriously, it's only an hour folks. sit, meditate, focus, fall asleep, bump into each other, light candles, play hide and seek extreme, tap someone on the shoulder then pretend no one's there. sounds fun, no?
enjoy earth hour 2009.
peace.

post fhore.

evening all.
another day after school. i cant believe i'm reduced to watching people talk their mouths off at a little old starbucks cafe just down the road. sigh. boy the things some people talk about. yada yada yada. i'll have to apologize in advance for any typos owing to the fact that i'm banging the hell out of my keyboard in frustration at the lousy wireless connection here. its feels like someone is stroking your cheek and slapping it at the same time. i need a modem, i swear to god. i'm become enlightened at how addicted to the internet i am. a.d.d.i.c.t.e.d. so i'm always on a buzz when i'm online here. (which is unfortunately not too much for the time being.)
anyway school was a blast. people here can be really cool, contrary to what i thought. here i was thinking i'd be lost after missing a day's worth of class, but nooo...i was well informed by the end of today. :D
i'm extra :D today since i just realized tomorrow's friday. see, for me, friday's a weekend as well. i feel sorry for all you people with only two days for weekends. boo hoo. here i am with three days. whoopdedoo.
so yeah, i'm already planning what to do for tomorrow. i want to go exploring this fine city. take a bus, take the trains, walk for all i care. i don't care. i need to find my way around. only i figured that public transportation likekindasortalike sucks. but hey, you only live once. and don't get me started on the taxis here. makes the taxi drivers back home seem like posh personal chauffeurs. you can't have everything i guess..
till next time then.
i'm gonna head back soon.

peace out.

Since I've been tagged...

I miss somebody right now.

I do not watch TV these days.

I wear glasses or contact lenses.

I love to play video games.

I have tried marijuana.

I have been in a threesome.

I believe honesty is the true policy.

I have changed mentally over the last year.

I carry a knife/razor with me everywhere.

I curse. (well i was a sailor.)

I'm totally smart. (and not too modest.)

I've broken someone's bones.

I'm paranoid sometimes. (stop looking at me!)

I would get a plastic surgery if it were 100% safe,free of charge and scar free.

I need money right now.
(speaking of which, can i borrow $100?)
I love sushi.

I talk really,really fast.

I have long hair. (well I used to.)

I have lost money in Las Vegas.

I have at least one sibling.

I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.

I couldn't survive without Caller ID. (i wanna know who the hell calls me.)

I like the way I look.

I'm usually pessimistic.

I have a lot of mood swings.

I have a hidden talent. i leave it to you to find out what.

I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.

I have pecked someone of the same sex.

I enjoy talking on da phone.

I practically live in sweat pants or PJ pants.

I love to shop.

I enjoy window shopping.

I would rather shop than eat. (not that extreme.)

I'm a pretty good dancer. (only when i'm in the mood.)

I don't hate anyone.

I'm completely embarrased to be seen with my mother.
(sorry mum, but i am.)
I have a cell phone.

I believe in God.

I watch MTV on a daily basis.

I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. (don't ask. i don't remember.)

I have rejected someone before.
(sorry L.)
I want to have children in the future. (children are the future.)

I have changed a diaper before. (see above.)

I'm not allergic to anything. (dust.)

I have a lot to learn. (don't we all.)

I'm shy around members of the opposite sex. (<3)

I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.(i'm not like that.)

I have tried alchohol before. (hellsh yeahsh!)

I own the "South Park" movie.

I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.

I love Michael Jackson. Scandals and all. (beat it.)

I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. (i wish i knew.)

I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
(sue me.)
I'm happy at this moment.

I'm obsessed with girls. (girls are god's most beautiful creatures.)

I'm obsessed with boys.

I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.

I study for tests all the time. (i wish i did.)

I have more than just my ears pierced.

I walk barefoot wherever I can.

I've jumped off a bridge.

I love sea turtles.

I spend ridiculous money on make-up. (okay not make up. maybe just on hair wax.)

Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.

I worked at Mcdonald's restaurant.

I like sausages.

I love kisses. (hint hint.)

I fall for the worst people.

I adore bright colours.

I can't live without black eyeliner.

I usually like covers rather than originals. (hell yes.)

I can pick things up with my toes. (all the time.)

I still have every journal I've written in.

I can't stick to a diet.

I talk in my sleep.

I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.

I have jazz in my blood.

Climbing trees is a brilliant pastime.

I wear a toe ring.

I can't stand at least one person I work with.

I'm a caffeine junkie. (i. need. coffee.)

I have been to over 15 conventions.

I will collect anything,the more nonsensical the better. (that's so me.)

I'm an artist.

I only clean my room when necessary.

I like a person of the same sex.
(my home bro.)
I love being happy. (nah. not all the time. then you're just on medication.)

Love Story Rewritten

We were both young when I first saw you
And through my eyes,
All the flashbacks start
To take me there
On a balcony in summer air

With the wind
With the night air upon us,
With the moonlight beating down on the waves,
I turn to go,
Cos little did I know,

That you were Juliet, you were making faces,
And my heart, it broke into a million pieces
So I was crying on the staircase
Hoping you wouldn’t go, so I said

Juliet take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be right here, if you wanna ever come
I'll be the prince and you’ll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

So I sneaked out to your garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause I’m dead if they knew
So close your eyes
As I kiss your summer smile.

'Cause you were Juliet, I was a desperate sailor
And the world seemed different a whole lot later,
And you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go so I said

Juliet take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be right here, if you wanna ever come
I'll be the prince and you’ll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Juliet save me, I can’t tell you how to feel,
This love is difficult, but it's real
We’ll prove them wrong, they can’t tell us what’s best.
It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh oh


I’ll be right here waiting,
Eventhough the world would be passing me by
I’ll watch this sunset, fading
Till I meet you at the crossroads of time
and I said

Juliet save me, I need you to take me home,
I keep wond’ring, if this love will ever come
i’ve gone this through, there’s no need to think
I’ll kneel to the ground and pull out a ring
And say, marry me Juliet

You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, he’ll pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say yes.

'allo, 'allo!

is there a bottle of champagne in the house for the maiden post?