Torres. Please stay.

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Frustrated.

Angry.


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This is becoming like a twitter feed

And so it shall be

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The Battle is won. No casualties were taken

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The enemy is celebrating our victory, how strange indeed

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I think I am going crazy

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Your fault

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Hell yeah CNY coming up. Poker. Cash boost!
Batchmates!

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http://www.cracked.com/article_16685_5-bizarre-ways-weather-can-kill-you-without-warning.html

Megacryometeors what?

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concert tickets

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Labels: fragments, random, soccer

Suddenly your hair looks a whole lot alluring than it used to.

Suddenly I start noticing a lot of weird things about you,

and I like those things.

Suddenly I start considering the future, with you in it.

And I get confused, cause I still like her.

This is bad.

Especially since its you.

Of all people.

Woe is me.

Alas, Romeo, thy future prospects are suspect.

Especially when that one starts filling your head.

Purge the thought, lest it taketh root, and condemns thy lovely countenance to doom along with it.

You are not going to fall for her.

D'arvit.

Hmm, you see I am again carrying around that little green book.

That extremely little green book.

And again I am memorizing tracts of it.

Lemme try, see how much I remember now.

You just have to take my word from it that I'm not looking at it right now as I'm typing this.

Enjoy:

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the Sun

Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon

for she(Who is already) is pale and sick with grief

that thou her maid art more fair than she

be not her maid, for she is envious

Her vestal livery is (but) sick and green

And none but fools doth(do) wear it; cast it off!

It is my lady, O it is my love

O were that she knew! (O that she knew she were)

She speaks but(yet) she says nothing. What of that?

Her eyes(eye) discourse(s), I shall answer(I will answer it) !

I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens

Having some business there, er....D'arvit.(Having some business, do entreat her eyes)

twinkling in their spheres, till they return. (to twinkle)

What if her eyes were there and the stars in her head?

The brightness of her cheek will(would) shame the(those) stars

As daylight doth a lamp; Her eyes in heaven

through the airy something(region)..streams (so) bright

And the birds will(would) sing and think it not night.

Oh look at how she leans her cheek upon her hand (see how she leans...)

O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I may touch that cheek!


Uhhhh...

Dammit still need more work

Laugh all you want, this is going to come in useful one day.

If only for humour's purpose.

Dammit second try


But soft what light through yonder window breaks

It is the east and Juliet is the sun

Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon

Already she is pale and sick with grief

That thou her maid art more fair than she

Be not her maid, for she is envious

Her vestal livery is sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off!

It is my lady, O it is my love

O that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses, I will answer it!

I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven

Having some business, (do) entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return

What if her eyes were there and the stars( and they) in her head

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars

As daylight doth a lamp; Her eyes in heaven

would through the airy region stream so bright

All the birds would sing and think it (were) not night.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand

O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I may touch that cheek

Ahem..

Oh well good enough.

http://www.englishforums.com/English/RomeosSoliloquy/bqxrr/post.htm

Stop pretending that there's nothing happening.

Screw you.

You don't hold a guy at knifepoint and expect him to treat you amicably.

Thats why you shouldn't have been surprised at the way I lashed out at you.

Maybe if you actually showed me some respect instead of doing this nonsense I would have more incentive not to be "so rude" as you put it.

I'm going to kick up a shitstorm once I get the chance.

You can count on that.

Just you wait.

Labels: open letter

Yes!

The Weekend is near.

I am INVINCIBLE, I FEAR NOTHING

"Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"I shall challenge the lightning, and the lightning shall RUN AWAY"

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On a side note, I fear my own nose.

It rebels against me, makes me incessantly dive for a tissue/handkerchief and screws up my thinking. It blocks itself and restricts my breathing. It makes me feel absolutely terrible.

It refuses to deny me from the horror of school at the same time.

*choO*

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*choo*

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Pixie Lott album, Ripped and listened to. Its awesome, though got a little dull at the end. Well, no one asked me to get the bonus edition that gave me 9 additional tracks... that all seemed to sound roughly the same.

Urgh.

Yep, this world. This private institutionalized world that so many have come to love so much.
That I hate.

Funny how you say I don't say enough. I think I say too much.

I don't want to say this.

But if you want the truth, here it is.

Its not pleasant, but you seriously pissed me off with the way you just demanded an answer like that.

If I keep silent, I have my reasons. You don't force me. If I don't feel like saying something I have the right to.

You asked for this. So be it.

I treasure my friends. I treasure them a lot. I watch their back. They watch mine. For those that I trust, I'd do anything. I'd follow them to the ends of the earth and back. Do anything, to make them happy in any way I can.

You said you felt sorry. Fine. You felt sorry. And what, you want me to forgive you instantly?

Its your right?

Thats not much of a genuine sorry is it.

I'm pissed off. Still bloody pissed off at you and you want me to what, lay bare my heart to you?

You still expect me to trust you?

Its hard for you to stand up to them, to receive ridicule on my behalf, if you stand up for me. You'll get laughed at for a while. Its tough yes, but have you ever thought about how I get mocked by those people all the time?

Its not hard for me I suppose. I'm probably used to it.

But you know what? How am I supposed to trust you if you mock me alongside them, laugh with them, and sometimes even crack the cruel jokes that set them off.

You know what pisses me off the most? The fact that you told me and I know that you did exactly what you said is so hard for you to do right now for someone else in sec 1 and 2.


You defended him, and bore the consequences which sucked, but you made life a tonne better for him as well.

So you're telling me I'm not worth it, but other people are.

And that naturally pisses me off to no end.

Especially since I would've done the same for you.

Except now I don't know if I would.

You wanna know how badly it affected me last year? Well throughout my life I always had people watching my back. A someone to call a best friend. Or a bunch of close friends. p1 and p2. I bumbled my way through p3. Then p4 and p5. P6.

Sec 1 and 2. Then came Sec 3. But when my back needed watching you just let them come at me. You just did. When I called out to you, needed you, you weren't there.

It caused one of two huge problems that nearly made me kill myself last year.

So there. I don't trust you anymore.

And I'm not going to just give it back to you. Especially not if you demand it.

If you truly are sorry, then suck it up and take my cold distrust. I'm not flawless, I make my own mistakes, but I'm not wrong about this. I've said this before and I'll say it again, friendship works two ways and really I give my trust first.

But you broke it and lost it, and if you want it back buddy boy you gotta earn it.

And thats that

I belong in the real world.

Labels: open letter

Well, honestly I was never good at any compositions.

I sucked in primary school despite the fact that my currently expansive vocabulary really hasn't changed much.

Well, of course I'm saying I don't suck now but thats for you to judge.

Hmmmm no one's going to give me a compo...

But. I still get them for chinese.

Ahahaha I shall write something based on the chinese one.

And yes, the plot is going to be radically different from what I actually wrote, because I lack the necessary vocabulary in chinese.

Scenario(rough translation): You are walking in a flea market. There are tonnes and tonnes of people around. There are many shops, it is very noisy, it is buzzing with people and noise. Suddenly you hear a large commotion behind you, you turn around and....


Okay.

I shall begin:

Well, it was a Sunday, days of note tend to be Sundays, no that isn't backed by any scientific research that I know of, its just an assumption that my mind makes. I'm not saying that I'm wrong. Anyway, so there I was, in a flea market of all places. A disgusting assortment of basement priced items assaulted my senses. Shirts of every colour combination ever conceived! Bags with family guy cartoon figures on them! Elmo and T-Pain on the same pencil case! All for below $10 dollars!

Anyway, so there I was, walking, rather uncomfortably, through the throngs of people. Honestly, I had been there too long, and I jammed my palm over my mouth trying to stifle a yawn as my girlfriend pulled me over to gush over a cool plastic bracelet for the 176589th time. Yes, my girlfriend, did you seriously believe I went there of my own accord? Really, if it was up to me I'd be sitting at home crunching Doritos, but no, she wanted to come. Messy, yes, overly random, maybe, but uncommitted? Me? Never.

Unbelievably committed as I am, after submitting to her urgings, I was starting to regret my decision. I mean we had been there for hours, and she showed no sign of tiring. Me on the other hand? I had seen enough Ben 10 T-shirts to last me a lifetime in the first ten minutes. Naturally, I was sick and tired of the whole experience. It couldn't really get any worse.

Well, famous last words really. Just as I thought those cursed words I heard a loud shout from behind me. Apparently a matronly lady old enough to be my mother had just gotten her disturbingly pink handbag snatched by a thin wiry lad of maybe 20 who was streaking our way.

When I was a kid I always wished this sort of stuff would happen. And my dreams were filled with that fateful moment when I would rugby tackle the thief and gloriously straddle him as he struggled to get free, and perhaps strike a pose as the police came to take him away. I always got a medal at the end of that. Why? I guess as some form of reward. As if the glory wasn't enough. A few years on...its a different story now, dammit I mean who in the world likes to run anyway? I've given up on recognition, or I should say, recognition has given up on me, doesn't matter what I do, I don't get any credit. So I figured, if one day something like this happens, just disappear into the crowd, and let someone else take the thief out, and maybe take a knife to the gut in the process.

I would have done that, except for the fact that I felt an intense and persistent jabbing at my ribs. My plan would've worked perfectly but for one thing. Girlfriend.
Uh oh, I couldn't just stand here, not with her by my side. I looked at her questioning eyes, and I knew there wasn't going to be any talking my out of this, I would never hear the end of it.

So I did it. Yep, I chased after that damn bloody thief. He was wearing a nondescript outfit and I would have soon lost sight of him if not for the fact that the handbag he had decided to steal was so bloody pink. The chances of him getting away was about zero, I was soon joined by other begrudging males eager to please the girl of their dreams by seizing the moment.

My old long distance training put me in good stead, I hate running, doesn't mean I can't, I used to be really fast back in school, second only to an irritating prick named Jack, who's mission in life is apparently to beat me in everything. Anyway, soon the other pursuers fell away as the wiry young lad ran for his freedom, after all he wasn't going to just end up in prison like that. Well the rest fell away, except to my horror another pursuer, named Jack.

Yep he just showed up at that moment. I would have given up at that point, but to let him catch the thief while I lay panting on the ground behind? Never. Anyway, he was gaining on the thief and was just about to bring him down when. When, well I tripped.
It wouldn't have had any importance on the matter except bringing me added humiliation except for the fact that the trip somehow, I don't know how but just somehow made me fly forwards fast enough that I slammed into the poor kid's legs, bringing him down before Jack.

A sense of triumph filled me, I had finally beaten ultra-nemesis, I had finally won and done what I had been trying to do all my adolescent life, the sense of triumph filled me until my face hit the ground and the damned thief fell on top of me.

Five minutes later the police arrived to find Jack straddling the dazed thief, holding the pink handbag, with a dazed me lying on the floor nearby.

No one believes me when I said I caught the thief. And I knew she didn't believe me either from that sardonic smile on her face. Never mind, Jack can go and keep his shiny gold medal for bravery, as well as all his 1st place trophies. I'm satisfied with 2nd, after all, I still beat him this time, and I did beat him to her.

The End.

Well, just to note, I grabbed the pic from my jan 19th post off Jlee's tumblr.

Anyway.

SYF IS ONLY 2 MONTHS AWAY.

This means

that

stress,

ultimate stress is just around the corner.

Not good.

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CNY

That time of year.

Probably I will associate it forever with going back to my primary school.

Gosh.

Another year has passed and I wonder how people have changed.

Have I indeed?

Guess so.

Well, I've picked up a few quirks here and there but...

Doesn't matter.

I'm happier now.

If I'm worse off than before, then well I prefer it.

XD

Someone told me this girl can't sing.

I found some pretty good performances, but I couldn't really tell if they'd been tuned over and sound edited.

Well, here's one that definitely isn't edited. For one she does go off key a few times. but hell take a look.



SHIZ PLAYIN THE PIANO AND SINGING.

HOLY CRAP

I never get how these people do it.

Anyway she isn't that bad. Though of course the studio version sounds better still.

At least her voice doesn't sound funny unlike ahem, Katy Perry, who gets absolutely no criticism whatsoever on her lack of vocal quality.

For someone who can't sing. Taylor can do just that more than pretty okay.

I finally got around to listening to speak now.( The full album dammit)

Its awesome, more awesome than people have been telling me.

Its a lot more varied than fearless. And its really great.

Full review later.

I guess.

Haha.

This song is still hilariously funny.

Helped by her ridiculous hand gestures.

(:

Well someone once said its the things that you don't say that haunt you rather than the things you do say.

I figure the things you don't do are going to haunt you a lot more than the random stupid crazy weird things you do.

Either that means that the things I do aren't really going to bother me.

Or the things that I don't are going to bother me so much I'm gonna pretty much go insane.

Oh well.

I just can't take it anymore.

Somebody come save me.

Again, those caustic words I don't even bother replying.

Because there's no use.

What I say will not stop them, and won't make it better.

But one day I will say something.

You know what he said?

He said, You'll get your phone back when I feel like it, because its MY money that you are spending. If you don't want to wait you can go ask god, see if he gives you a phone. Maybe an iphone if you're lucky, maybe it'll just drop out of the sky.

How the hell am I supposed to reply to that?

As if this is the only time.

Everytime, its always about HIM. HIS money. Work hard for HIM. Study for HIM. Listen to HIM. Do that because HE says so. Because HE pays for my food, lodging, and brought me up and not God, and if I wasn't happy about that I could just get out of HIS house and see whether or not I would starve or if God would feed me.

What the hell am I supposed to do.

Oh its not just him.

Its her. Yes her too. Well she doesn't mock the religion that we share at least. But she's every bit as megalomaniacal as he is. Using the exact same logic. Because I say so. Because I feel that you use your damned phone too much. This naturally progresses into "fact". As in, you are using your phone too much. You see the thing about him is that he doesnt usually care unless something happens right under his nose.
The thing about her is that she is everywhere. Always there. Constant buzzing. Like static. If static could kidnap your handphones. And severely piss you off and screw up your entire life.

And yet she complains about him and they argue over the fact that he wants things done his way all the time.

Well yes its unreasonable, but the point is the she wants things done her way all the time.

And we. or me. Just sit here all the time, feeling horribly suffocated in between the two of them. Nowhere to breathe.

Parenting is about whats best for your children. Not an unending battle of egos.

Screw it.

Fuck it.

The way they've been arguing it may come to a split.

And when and if it does, its going to be a case of choosing the lesser of two evils.

I don't know how I will choose.

I don't know if I can.

I just want to get the hell out of here. Live a normal life. with normal expectations, and try to claim back whatever little of a normal childhood or adolescence I have left.

I shouldn't need to fight for shit like this.

Why do I love to play soccer so much?

Because I never played it as a kid.

Why do I love to play games so much?

Because I didn't get to play them. In a way still don't

Why do I love music?

Because I was stuck on the piano for hours and hours and hours since I was kid. And I understand it. The piano and music.

But pop music is a liberation from rote practice of classical music. And thus I love it.

Why do I abhor studies?

Because I thats my childhood, that turned me into the socially awkward freak I guess in many ways I still am.

Why do I want love so much? Why am I so freaking insecure about it, or its absence?

Maybe cause I never got fucking enough.

Labels: open letter

This may be a little old.

But. Its time to spam strutting leo.





And seriously. Just for laughs.

Presenting. Gareth Bale. STRUTTING HIS STUFF

Dammit I'm still back here. After surviving my obsessive chem teacher, who I think I'm going to really hate.

That freaky look on his face, he scrutinised me as if I had some sort of degenerative disease and why?

How could you leave your file in this state?

Yep he said that.

Why?

The first piece of paper in my chem file had a substantial amount of the top corner folded down.

He proceeded to grill my entire file and.

Urgh.

He later realised that I took 3 copies of a piece of notes by accident. He asked me why, and I replied that I didn't realise. (Well duh)

His reply went something like this(No I am not exaggerating, just not exact words cause my memory isn't that good)

"Ian Ian Ian, how are you going to continue like this, by taking the notes you are depriving your classmates of the notes, do you want me to hold your hand and guide you step by step like a primary school child? No? You are sec4 already and should be able to keep your file in order."

And he said this with psuedo-pity. Not a trace of sarcasm in his voice, just looking at me with his scarily vacant eyes throughout the entire time like he was a crazy madman who thought that I needed psychiatric help because my file was "not entirely in order", and also cause i accidentally took 3 copies of one type of notes.

Also he mispronounced my name. Thats besides the point, but it makes it worse.

Anyway exactly what "in order" means for him is unnervingly close to OCD standards.

At least he didn't manufacture a content page for us all and damn us back to the hellish pointless filing standards of the St. Hilda's Primary School teachers. Those were a crazy lot, but least they didn't really care if my worksheets were folded over.

Oh yes. It is the 3rd week of school and he called for a file check.

Alarm bells are sounding in my head. My madman alert is telling me to be very very careful of this man.

At least he didn't call our classroom a "place of worship" and use it as a rationale to explain why we shouldn't eat in class unlike a certain disc*cough cough*ipline uh master, I mean someone.

Oh yeah some songs are timeless.

Others just need that tiny slice of updating. And crazy girls with attitude to go at them.

There's also an Avril Lavigne Version. But its not as awesome as this one.

SHIZ COMIN TO SLICE YA TO BITS WITH HER SOOORD

Labels: music

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Blogstalking has its merits

:D

My parents are holding my phone ransom for whatever arcane demand of theirs that they expect me to obey.

Kinda like how they held the upgrade of my phone ransom indefinitely.

Or how they held my new laptop ransom after the old one went kapoof. Resulting in me getting the laptop back after 3 awkward days of explaining to teachers after I agreed(as much as you call that agreeing) to do my work outside in the hall, instead of like in my freaking room that has a computer desk like my two brothers.

The other time with my phone I just kept on using my w910i until it became so battered that it looked like I'd picked it off the ground.

Unfortunately the thingy that went kablooey this time was my SIM card. So they aren't going to replace it unless I cave in to whatever screwed up shit they have in mind.

And I don't think I have enough cash, despite the retardedly huge amounts I have saved up to pay for one and my phone bills for the rest of my life.

And the Taylor Swift concert tickets. Plus I haven't gotten allowance for months.

Screw the bullshit.

Screw it all.

Since when is it acceptable to freaking BLACKMAIL people into submission.

It isn't.

Authoritarian rule in the real world is met by rebellion, revolution, and dictators are executed by the rabble.

Stop freaking telling me that you're not unreasonable when you refuse to listen to any explanation of what I do.

Refusing to listen to any logical argument is in essence the definition of being unreasonable.

Screw.

Because I say so isn't an argument if you're talking to someone who is like maybe older than 13 or capable of rational thought.

And as for the whole nonsense about no comparisons with other people. You thought me to do that. All those screwed up years of comparing my results to those ahead of me, don't you think maybe that it works both ways.


I'm not asking for an apology. Cause I know it bloody damn well won't come.

I'm just asking you to damn well leave me alone.

Maybe other people can, but I can't spend all day studying. I'll go insane.

I am going insane.

Our father God in heaven,

Help me deal with this.

Cause I really don't know what to do.

And I just can't take it anymore.

Amen.

Labels: don't back down, open letter, rant

Dammit the school can choose when to hold the staff training days so why didn't they graft it onto friday so we could have a long weekend.

Well the question is. Why in the world did they hold it on a Tuesday.

Nvm, at least I managed to catch some sleep. I currently lack a sleep-in day. Very very bad.

Gosh maybe I just shouldn't sleep so late. 5-6 hours a sleep ain't gonna make you any taller.

I have to strike a balance.

Between being

brooding
silent
sombre
cynical
temperamental
emo

and

crazy
happy
random
naive
carefree

Labels: myself

You Are 83% Creative

You are an incredibly creative person. For you, there are no bounds or limits to your creativity. Your next creation could be something very great... Or at least very cool!

The Coen Brothers Should Direct the Movie of Your Life

You can't help but see the darker side of life. You are drawn to eccentricity. You have a sharp wit, and your sense of humor can be a bit extreme. You tend to shock people. You are an unusual character, and the people you hang around with are equally quirky. You may be weird but you're also quite lovable. You are definitely unforgettable.

Your Superpower Should Be Super Speed

You're quick witted and fast to act. You're mind works at warp speed. From your perspective, everyone else is living in slow motion. You get so much done, people have accused you of not sleeping. Definitely not a couch potato, you feel a bit crazy if you're not busy doing something. Why you would be a good superhero: You're be the first on the scene... and likely to finish the job before anyone else shows up Your biggest problem as a superhero: Being bored by everyone else. Including other superheroes!

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing. That doesn't mean you don't rock out... You just rock out with meaning. For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.

Your Love Song Is Wonderwall

by Oasis "I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now" You know what you want - but does that person want you?

You Are Bart Simpson

Very misunderstood, most people just dismiss you as "trouble." Little do they know that you're wise and well accomplished beyond your years. You will be remembered for: starring in your own TV show and saving the town from a comet Your life philosophy: "I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!"

If only you would see me the way I see you.

I'm injuring myself way too often.

Ever like hit something while you were running, brushed it off and continued running, only to look down at your leg 5 minutes later and freak out when you see a dried trail of blood on it?

Never?

Well not just that, sometimes other people spot it first. Sometimes its my arm. Its scary, especially when you don't think much of the injury until you look at it.

I realized I developed a blister on my right foot and have been stepping on it all day. Without even noticing wth.

Pain tolerance is one thing, getting this numb is not.

Just a bloody five minutes ago I kicked a sharp edge of a chair by accident. My chair is weird, its got a base like a sheet of paper that sticks up 3 cm off the ground, and its sharp and hard. I kicked that part with my left foot hard. Gave a little aah, grimaced for five seconds and returned to the damned com.

I cross my legs and I'm staring down and a deep cut at the base of my left toe with a whole lot of blood encrusting around that area.

Its getting scary.

Its happening more often.

Maybe the only reason why I get hit by soccer balls in the face so much is because other people just shun the ball instead of blocking an insanely fast shot. They don't want to get hit anywhere other than their outstretched leg. I don't care. Why? cause it doesn't hurt. Stand in the way of shots long enough and one is going to go to you at face level.

So there, lens knocked out of my glasses for the 3rd time. Once the frame broke, another time the lens shattered.

Did it hurt any of those times?

No.

And thats scary.

I felt fine lying after I got up a few seconds after getting hit by the damned shot from Samuel Su but I half-freaked out when I looked at myself in the mirror while changing back into school u.

I currently have a purple line around the top of my right eye where the rims dug into my skin, its possibly a bruise. Also another purple line following the spectacle leg somewhat down the right side of my head.

I'd always found it unsettling, but now I'm scared that I'm going to get myself killed because of this. Pain is there for a reason.

I mean, call me paranoid, but 3 times in one day.

Actually its more than three, but the other incidents are minor.

Gosh, I was freaking bleeding some other times and I still want to say its minor.

Get a hold of yourself.

Theres a line between strength and stupidity.

I sure as hell hope that I can find it.

Dammit I'll pray about it.

Labels: myself

Cause you got a laugh I could fall in love with.

Please. Before I go insane.

Oh damn somebody save me.




Don't worry I think it looks disgusting too.

Don't know why I bothered uploading it anyway.

Urgh. Soccer ball to face for the zillionth time.

That hurts.

Unbelievably I did not come up with that line.

Ahhhhh, the endless wash of typography that appears when you enter that term together with Taylor Swift.

Not all of them better than the stuff I make.

(:

Uh yeah.

By Julian Lee

This weekend’s matches have seen more than their fair share of controversy. First, we had Theo Walcott apologising for diving in an attempt to cheat his way to a penalty. Second came El Hadji Diouf’s despicable verbal assault on QPR’s Jamie Mackie while the R’s defender was lying injured on the turf with a double fracture to his leg. Thirdly, we had Coward Webb award Manchester United with their obligatory Old Trafford penalty after just 32 seconds of our tie for a Berbatov dive, who later went on to pick up ITV’s Man of the Match award.
But worse than all these indiscretions, according to the FA, was Ryan Babel RTing of a mocked up photo of Webb in a United jersey. See below.




Considering Babel’s offence was probably the least serious of the 4 I have mentioned here, we ask why has he been targeted by the FA? Could be in revenge for other members of Liverpool FC staff accusing the FA of making Steven Gerrard’s injury worse while he was on international duty recently? Is it an example of an out-of-touch controlling body, who doesn’t understand Twitter, trying to flex its muscles and make an example out of Babel? Or is it that Ryan is too close to the truth?
In his last 6 games he has officiated at Old Trafford, Webb as awarded Manchester United 4 penalties. All four of them were incorrect calls:
1. Yesterday, a blatant dive by Berbatov
2. A non-existent handball by Clichy when Arsenal visited in December
3. Javier Mascherano’s foul on Valencia last March outside the box. Valencia fell into the area and a penalty ensued.
4. Way back in April 09, Spurs’ Heurelho Gomes is wrongly adjudged to have fouled Carrick in the box. Gomes played the ball first and did not commit a foul.
Instead of looking to punish players’ for making jokes on Twitter, the FA would be much better off looking at more pressing issues, in particular the poor standard of refereeing. When will the FA realise that Howard Webb MBE means Howard Webb Manchester Bias Evident?
YNWA
Julian
julian@empireofthekop.com

From empire of the kop.

Screw ya mancs. Screw ya.

Labels: soccer

I'm getting tanned.

Hopefully thats a good thing.

Although I've realized that the only way to tan your shoulders is to go swimming unfortunately.

Err....yeapz.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh people are finally starting to notice that I'm better at soccer.

Still got a long way to go before I get a crack at the first team.

0.o I sound like thats my life ambition or something.

Bad.

Dammit.

I feel like ranting.

I shall refrain for now.

Stop trying to evoke pity.

I am not, I am not saying anything, which is refraining from evoking pity.

But yet you just proclaimed the fact that you have something to rant about and thus you just want someone to try and talk to you. Which is retarded since your damned phone isn't working.

Shut up you're lying.

Enough with the hypocrisy. Our knowledge bases are kinda linked moron. Whatever I know, you know, and you know, and I know you know that thats the truth. Deal with it.

Urgh, will you ever stop mocking me.

Only for as long as you continue to make neurotic decisions.

Oh shut up, all you do is talk, you never know what to do when its your turn to decide. I banish you. Go away.

You can't banish me. I am equal to you. I banish you back. Zzt.

At least shut up here, you're not helping with the little semblance of subtlety I have left.

Thats a good thing. You weren't fooling anyone in the first place.

I hate how you're right.

Good, learn to admit your mistakes. It makes you seem humbler.

...not everyone is out to manipulate everyone else all the time.

Oh really? what is life but an endless cycle of people convincing, cajoling or absolutely scamming other people into doing things that they like.

Thats ridiculous. I'd do anything for her.

Only because you hope that one day she'd do things for you too.

Yeah but I'm doing it without a definite knowledge that she will.

I like how you didn't really refute my statement.

Shut up.

Fine, go talk to everyone yourself. You know what? You win. See ya.

Great.

Labels: confused, Hanzo, my weird opinion, open letter

Me phone sim card went kablooey.

It makes me unable to connect to singtel.

So uh I don't really have a phone for now.

Blehz.

So if uh any of you have been texting me or calling me. Now you know.

Dammmit how the hell am I supposed to find out where cg is gonna be on saturday.

One of you will tell me.

You'd better.

ms

I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass
That's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time
Before we all run out
When I thought he was mine
She caught him by the mouth

I waited eight long months
She finally set him free
I told him I can't lie
He was the only one for me

Two weeks and we caught on fire
She's got it out for me
But I wear the biggest smile

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now

But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good

Second chances they don't ever matter
People never change
Once a whore, you're nothing more
I'm sorry, that'll never change

And about forgiveness
We're both supposed to have exchanged
I'm sorry honey but I'm passing up
Now look this way

Well there's a million other girls
Who do it just like you
Looking as innocent as possible
To get to who

They want and what they like
It's easy if you do it right
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now

But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good

I watched his wildest dreams come true
And not one of them involving you
Just watch my wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now

But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good




I am just so freaking addicted to pure pure attitude.

And this song does it for me.

Oh yeah keep dissing them Paramore.

Labels: music

Anyone heard of those random stuff, like 12 word story writing competitions.

Lemme try.

Was walking and I saw the light hit her face. Hell yeah.


Umm.....

I stared as she walked right past me. All I ever wanted.


Umm....


Argh I give up for now.

I'll be back



Awesome picture um...

Staring into the distance with her beside me, two against the world.

Idk.

Forgive my unwillingness to move beyond this old theme. I like it.

Looking in on someone else's blog, someone that you don't know, just feels so weird.

Its public, but at the same time you get the feeling you aren't supposed to be there.

Yet at the same time it lets you know the person, without the person knowing you. Thats a little creepy, but you start to like that person without even meeting the person.
But of course you can't just walk up to someone and try and make friends with them just cause you like their blog.

At least you can't say it.

Or can you?

Hmmm.

Haha

Yes you can tell a lot about a person from the blog. Not just the posts, but the blogskin, the URL, the cool blog title. How he/she replies his/her friends on the tagboard, if it even exists, the music he/she listens to.

Yep stuff like that.

I wouldn't mind if someone one day came up to me and said I read your blog and I think you're a really nice person.

The fact that I'm talking about myself is besides the point. Imagine a world where we could just do that and make weird random friends like that.

Uh....yeah.

I wonder whether anyone else gets these weird happy thoughts.

Well, I guess if things went my way all the time , we would blunder and absolutely random our way to utopia.

And what a way to get there it would be.

HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Labels: my weird opinion, random

Thats to those who say we got no local talent.

And also for those who say local songwriting contests don't produce shit.

And apparently yes, the government is doing something about the local music scene.

This quiz, was too long, not to steal.

1 .PICK OUT A SCAR YOU HAVE, AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU GOT IT.

Umm, ouch. I pick right knee.
I shall now narrate the sad story of the 9+ year old scar.
Once upon a time, I lived in Malaysia.
Once upon a time, I was 6.
Once upon a time, I was in the Boys Brigade.
So once upon a time, the Boys Brigade decided to have a camp at an arcane part of the west coast.

West coast of Malaysia unfortunately, not California.

So, after maybe hours of driving( since I was 6, I went with my parents) we arrived at that arcane part of Malaysia.
Obviously, or considering the oddity that I am, not so obviously, I ran around the whole damned place. Naturally since I was 6, I ran as fast as I pleased.
Now there was this playground thingy, I can only assume it was a playground. To be honest it looked more like a freakin skatepark thingum but it was surrounded by grass and wasn't very large. So it was playground.
Everyone was running and climbing all over it and naturally I did too, I ran to the top and fell off.
I landed on grass, and was unhurt.

Moving on, after maybe 10 minutes, we wanted to go and swim. Yep, Malaysian west coast, Indian ocean, straits of malacca, very very clean. Very very safe.
Anyway so after changing into my swimming costume.
No wait. I was already wearing my trunks inside my little pants.

Okay, so I needed the toilet.
Naturally, there were toilets around.
Fortunately, there were public toilets.
Unfortunately, this was Malaysia.

They were absolutely filthy, and not to mention squatting toilets.
Yes, you are free to express your disgust and dismay. That kind of toilet, the type that I, never ever use.

So anyway I went into a cubicle myself. The floor was wet and covered in grime.
Kids run by the way. So I skidded to a halt in front of the toilet.
Well I tried.
I skidded in.
Well, technically only my right knee went in.
Yep, right knee.
Guess what it wasn't just a squatting decrepit toilet,
It was broken too. Broken how?
Broken so that as my six year old self, old enough to be thoroughly disgusted, withdrew my leg from the toilet, it cut deep into my right knee.
How deep?

lets just say that the flesh flopped downwards like a flap.
Lets say it wasn't a paper thin flap.
Lets just say that I didn't know that flesh that deep was white before.

I cried yes, but I didn't really feel a thing. Your body does wonderful things like that.
I pushed the flap back in a quick movement, covered it with both hands and hobbled my way out crying.
The BB spotted me within seconds and I was on a stretcher and it got bandaged.
Did I mention this took place in an arcane part of Malaysia?
The hospital was 2 hours away.
I got quite a few stitches in that.
So today, I still got that damned scar, shaped in the shape of that damned thing deep in the toilet that cut me.
And I still don't use squatting toilets.
So there.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?

An LFC calender and a Star Wars episode 3 poster.
A taylor swift poster may be going up soon.
I don't know what my parents will make of it.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Its an awesome Sony Ericsson W995.
Walkman phone, 8.1 megapixel camera.

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
Adult Contemporary, Pop, Pop/rock, Rock, and sprinklings of pretty much of everything else thats good, rap and jazz included.

5. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?
Its a surreal landscape picture that I found while trawling the web for typography. Here.


6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
I could write an entire post about this.
Shit but then again I really don't know.
I've been struggling with this for very long.
I don't know if I'd want success in a music career or that girl.
Thats how badly I want the career.
Or you could say thats how badly I want her.

7. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?
Don't know, don't really care.

8. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL TOGETHER?
Yes

9. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
My refrigerator, its ridiculously loud.

10. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?
Sometimes I get this funny feeling.
Then I get the hell out of that dark place as fast as I can

11. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
Skip.

12. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE SAME SEX?
Dude, you could have green hair and fuzzy eyes that have polka dots on them and I wouldn't give a shit.
Now girls, thats another thing.

13. DO YOU LIKE PAINKILLERS?
I don't take them on a regular basis, I wouldn't really know.


14. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
I. Hate. Coffee.

15. FAVE PIZZA TOPPING?
Minced meat for the win.


16 IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I would eat everyone I hate, they would probably taste bad, but they would only be able to bother me for 3 hours or so before they died.

17. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
:/ Mad, as in really mad?
Idk,
Ummm, I guess probably Ryan a few weeks ago, something I said on Sunday.
Then he stormed off.
I think he forgave me.

18. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Right.

19. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT SOMEONE GAVE YOU?
Gosh uh....
You shouldn't have to think so hard right?
Well...ahem.
Considering that I got nothing for my birthday this year.
Or christmas.
Or the christmas before.
..........
Yep, not even from my family.
Ooh ooh i still got the birthday presents that Mich Leen Ian Low Worm and Fluff got me in p6.
I remember stuff like that.

20. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Yes you moron, yes.

21. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
I possibly have less joints than most people. I only have two joints on both my 4th fingers, including the base.

22. FAVORITE FRIEND?
I don't have a best friend. Haven't had one since p6. He didnt get me a birthday present.

23. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Something that will drive itself.

24. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
Leaving? Would Leave you? Leaving this world? Leaving this country? I'd follow.
Leaving for somewhere I couldn't go? I'd still do it.
I don't have much of a choice anyway.

25. SAY A NUMBER FROM 1 TO 100.
54.

26. BLONDE OR BRUNETTE?
You shouldn't have a preference.

27. WHAT IS THE ONE PHONE NUMBER THAT SHOWS UP ON YOUR PHONE THE MOST?
Thats getting too private.

28. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
I guess myself. I'm pretty annoying.

29. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY?
Duuuuuuuuuuuuude.

30. YOUR WEAKNESS?
Wanna list? okay.
1. Insecurity
2. Arrogance
3. Recklessness
4. Naivety
5. Obstinacy
6. Ice cream
7. A penchant for lying and ridiculousness, see 6.
8. Social Awkwardness
9. Talking too much
10. Saying the wrong thing

31. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT YOU GAVE?
A birthday gift. It was a music album. I am currently racking my brain on how to offload another birthday gift, a pair of headphones.

32. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
I don't really like any, I prefer to stay at home.

Maybe australia, I surfed and had fun in theme parks.
But my family hated that one. Why? Cause they were arguing with me.
Their fault.

33. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Tried. Not done.

34. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE THIS?
Walking my dog at 9pm.

35. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Gosh uh.
My compliments aren't very consistent.
I get kind, loyal and a lot of nice though.
Then again I guess everyone gets nice.
Also within a single week in december 2 separate girls complimented my handwriting and hair respectively.
Unbelievable huh?
I'm still happy about that.

36. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Uh, drink. More. Coke.

37. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Gosh.
I stopped wishing for presents a long time ago.
:/
Taylor Swift concert early birthday presents for 5 years anyone? Or if you can get front row seats or somewhere where she looks human sized thats enough birthday present to last a lifetime I guess.


38. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
I was named after a friend my father knew.
Why?
Cause he was maybe the smartest guy my father had ever known.
Yes, my father named me after someone who the first thing he can remember about the person is his smartness.
Anything else I know about the person?
Oh yeah he got divorced maybe 5 years ago.
Wonderful.


39. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
I would, IF YOU COULD SEE THEM.

40. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
My like for my handwriting has increased exponentially from day to day since a certain someone complimented it.

41. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE VEGETABLE?
The potato. Thank god for the french fry.

42. ANY BAD HABITS?
Many.

43. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
I have two, strictly speaking.
I love both.

44. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Yes I would, then again, assuming if I retained my personality.


45. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
Yes, it was my own secret.

46. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Unfortunately, reluctantly I admit, they do hold a sway on me.

47. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?
Screaming at people, whacking at pillows, this freakin blog, flaming people in my mind, both figuratively and literally. Imagining people combust is more fufilling than you realize.

48. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
I'm not too sure I have 1.

49. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Well, I trust in their honesty easily. But I rarely tell them all my secrets.

50. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?
I didn't have one.

51. ARE YOU AFRAID OF GROWING UP?
In a way.

52. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
Yes.

53. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS?
Gosh what a loaded question.
I suppose so yes.

54. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?
Fuck no.

55. WHAT IS THE MOST PAIN YOU HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED?
I try not to remember

56. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Who does?

57. LAST THING YOU SPILLED?
Water.

58. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Abovementioned dog.

59. FAVOURITE COLOURS?
Black, Bright flashing red. Maybe yellow.



60. WHAT’S THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?
An anthology of Horror stories.

61. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Well honestly yeah lol. So i could read all their answerz hahahaz.

62. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM VACATION?
:/, I don't really like them.
I prefer being at home. Singapore.

63. LAST THING YOU ATE/DRANK?
FISH AND CO. AWESOMEEEE
64. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
My brother.

65. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
That electric feeling you get when you first stare into her eyes, the sudden longing and the realization you'd do anything for that person, anything to make her yours.
Hell yeah.

66. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Unashamedly. Coca Cola.

67. FAVOURITE ZODIAC SIGN?
Screw them all.
Sorry, tis my religon.

68. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?
Soccer.

69. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Black

70. EYE COLOUR?
Very very dark brown

71. TALL OR SHORT?
Urgh. I wish I was taller. I hate tall people. But only cause I'm short.


72. SIBLINGS?
2

73. FAVOURITE MONTH?
This is ridiculous.
August...
Not september.
Or october.


74. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
No.

75. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
That disgustingly cheesy Taiwanese drama serial on channel 8.
Ai. Also known as. Love.

76. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
I don't know.
Its not my birthday.
Especially when I wake up, wait a few days and realize I got no presents.

77. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
I hate it when people put it that way.

78, SUMMER OR WINTER?

Summer.


79. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
Heh. I'm a romantic, go figure.

80. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Highly emotional people.

Also girls.

81. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?

I would say Nadia,
well you did the questions, but you didn't ANSWER THEM DID YOU?
Then again all those people who dont have FREAKING BLOGS.

82. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
I sure hope so.
:/
Yeah keep dreaming buddy boy.

83. BIGGEST FEAR(S)
Okay. I shall list them.
As many as I can remember now.

1. Dead stuff
2. High places
3. Dolls
4. Everyone staring at me, zombie like.
5. Getting squashed by train doors
6. Being stuck in a hole till I die.( this contributes to mild claustrophobia)


84. Loud or quiet?
Loud

85. FAVORITE MOVIE?
All discovered last year.
1. Music & Lyrics
2. Zombieland
3. Kick-ass

86. IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU MET SOMEONE WHO HAS CHANGED YOUR LIFE?
I hope you were referring to me. And yes I did.
a few people.

87. HAVE YOU EVER REJECTED SOMEONES CALL ON PURPOSE?
Tonnes of times.

88. FACEBOOK OR MYSPACE?
Neither

89 MORNING OR NIGHT?
Night.

90. DO YOU SPEND YOUR LIFE ON FACEBOOK?
why has the world come to this.

91. DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD.
Volatile.

92. DREAM JOB?
Co-Lead singer of the band.
The other lead singer being Taylor Swift

Umm yeah. Give me a break, its a dream.
93. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTER-LIFE?
Does heaven and hell count as after-life?
Yes it does.

94. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MARRIAGE?
What almost every girl wants from their boyfriends.
Also uh.
Nvm
I shall not complete that sentence.
Ta-da, thus I conclude the extremely long post.

Whee.

Haha I'm taking music recommendations from Taylor Swift now. This song was on one of her homemade vids. Yes I'm stalking her. But the song is awesome.
Haha.


She has no problem with secrets
She knows how to keep them
She never felt the need to let them show
And I've had no trouble with speaking
Or trusting my instincts
That maybe this is one that I should know
But as I'm waiting there
The devil on my shoulder stares
Laughing that the one thing I can't get
Is what I need

She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine

My vocal chords have been fighting
My mouth likes to spite me
It never says the words that come to mind
I brought a stick to a gun fight
And I'm stuck with my tongue tied
I run but I can't hide what's always there is

She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine

I can see these things I'd do
But never seem to follow through
She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive

She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine

I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine

So I did nothing of worth on the first day of school.

It was a briefing for the damn orientation program that all the sec4s who didn't waste their holidays away planning the sec1 orientation program had to go.

yes, briefing. So nothing happened.

Then I played soccer for maybe 2 hours.

On the first day of school.

Bad sign.

Urgh. At least the damn thing starts today at like 1pm.

I'm building sandcastles, and the school hired sadistic sandcastle builders to teach us. She wants sandcastles over a metre high at least.

well, it could be worse, for example some people went to go play laserquest, others went to take a 3 hour long self defense class.

But of course. I'm building sandcastles for 6 hours.

Whee.

Um lets see.

On the first day of school I:

Saw my form teacher
Got new timetable
Had the damned new discipline master shout at me (not specifically, he shouted at the whole damned school)
Talked to my form teacher
Miraculously handed up all the forms
Was the first in class in the morning(as usual)
Watch head boy Eugene make 1 screw up. (we really should start a tally)
Naturally, used vulgarities numerous times.
Drew stuff.
Had people leech off me and then insult me.
Been epically suaned by large groups of people.
Wasted my time in a briefing that took more than 1 hour.
Ate from the jap stall.
Bought something from the drinks stall.
Bought something from the vending machine.
Touched the grand piano in the atrium.
was nice to someone.
Had someone be nice to me back.

Overall..nothing worse than I expected.

How many more days again?

D'arvit.

I'm up to it again.

Stealing quizzes.

Unfortunately from the same source

I don't have much time so.

Alright.

The songs that I like are bolded.

The songs that I don't know get an X next to them.

Bolded= like song, not equals like artist or most common version.


100. *Waka Waka (This Time For Africa) - Shakira, Freshlyground
99. Careful - Paramore
98. Marching On - One Republic x
97. Time For Miracles - Adam Lambert x
96. Do You Remember - Jay Sean, Sean Paul, Lil' Jon x
95. Shut It Down - Pitbull, Akon
94. Cry Me Out - Pixie Lott
93. *Beautiful Monster - Ne-Yo
92. If We Ever Meet Again - Timbaland, Katy Perry, hmm undecided on this one.
91. 3 - Britney Spears x

90. Russian Roluette - Rihanna
89. *Hard - Rihanna, Young Jeezy
88. Baby By Me - 50 Cent, Ne-Yo x
87. Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't) - All Time Low x
86. *Barbra Streisand - Duck Sauce x
85. Giving Up The Gun - Vampire Weekend x
84. A Year Without Rain - Selena Gomez and The Scene
83. My First Kiss - 3OH!3, Kesha x
82. *Something About Love - David Archeluta
81. Closer To The Edge - 30 Seconds To Mars

80. Umbrella Beach - Owl City
79. Fearless - Taylor Swift- I didn't like this song at first but then.. Idk, I'd prefer to think that I discovered the beauty in it, but it maybe cause I'm obsessed with her.
78. Oopsy Daisy - Chipmunk
77. I Made It (Cash Money Heroes) - Kevin Rudolf, Birdman, Jay Sean, Lil Wayne
76. Dance In The Dark - Lady Gaga
75. Rude Boy - Rihanna
74. Dirty Picture - Taio Cruz, Kesha
73. Fly - Sylvia Ratonel I like Tabitha better lolz.
72. Just A Dream - Nelly
71. Not Myself Tonight - Christina Aguilera

70. For The First Time - The Script
69. Something More - Secondhand Serenade
68. Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore--I can't stand this song. Its noiseh.
67. Radioactive - Kings Of Leon
66. We'll Be A Dream - We The Kings, Demi Lovato--this song is noisy too.
65. Secrets - One Republic x
64. Can't Be Tamed - Miley Cyrus( uh right)
63. Woohoo - Christina Aguilera, Nicki Minaj x
62. Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift
61. Solo - Iyaz

60. Video Phone - Beyonce, Lady Gaga ( wait i thought it was telephone)
59. Morning After Dark - Timberland, Soshy
58. Broken - Sezairi Sezali (hate the instrumentals)
57. Not Afraid - Eminem
56. Live Like We're Dying - Kris Allen-----cheesy!
55. Perfect - Hedley
54. Please Don't Go - Mike Posner x
53. Rhythm Of Love - Plain White T's x
52. Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart - Alicia Keys
51. *Never Say Never - Justin Bieber, Jayden Smith

50. Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner x
49. Misery - Maroon 5
48. Starstrukk - 3OH!3, Katy Perry
47. The Way It Goes - The Click Five
46. Forget You - Cee-Lo Green <--I prefer the unclean version. XD 45. One Less Lonely Girl - Justin Bieber 44. Your Love Is My Drug - Kesha Ultimate addiction
43. Parachute - Cheryl Cole
42. Body Language - Jesse McCartney, T-Pain
41. *Need You Now - Lady Antebellum

40. King Of Anything - Sara Bareilles
39. Alejandro - Lady Gaga
38. Meet Me Halfway - Black Eyed Peas x
37. All The Right Moves - One Republic
36. Eenie Meenie - Sean Kingston, Justin Bieber
35. Impossible - Shontelle
34. The Catalyst - Linkin Park
33. Let's Just Fall In Love Again - Jason Castro
32. Blah Blah Blah - Kesha, 3OH!3
31. Fifteen - Taylor Swift

30. U Smile - Justin Bieber
29. Magic - B.O.B, Rivers Cuomo x
28. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert
27. DJ Got Us Falling In Love - Usher, Pitbull
26. Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida, David Guetta
25. Hey, Soul Sister - Train
24. Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
23. Don't Stop Believin' - Glee Cast Song, not Glee cast. :P
22. Two Is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls, Taylor Swift
21. If I Had You - Adam Lambert (i thought this was one of the cheesiest songs of the year.

20. Pyramid - Charice, Iyaz
19. OMG - Usher
18. Love The Way You Lie - Eminem, Rihanna
17. Empire State of Mind - Jay-Z, Alicia Keys
16. Somebody To Love - Justin Bieber
15. The Only Exception - Paramore
14. Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
13. Telephone - Lady Gaga, Beyonce ....huh?
12. World Behind My Wall - Tokio Hotel x
11. Nothing On You - B.O.B, Bruno Mars

10. Billionaire - Travie McCoy, Bruno Mars ( I really have a feeling these two songs were written near each other.
9. Airplanes - B.O.B, Hayley Williams
8. For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert
7. Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars
6. Mine - Taylor Swift
5. Dynamite - Taio Cruz
4. Tik Tok - Kesha
3. Baby - Justin Bieber
2. Bad Romance - Lady Gaga ( rah rah rah rah rah. Seriously...)
1. California Gurls - Katy Perry, Snoop Dogg

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Ack, haven't slept since yesterday morn, and I'm not feeling any adverse effects as of yet. Probably won't till 5 hours from now.
I'm like that.

Can't believe school is going to start again. It seems like an eternity since I was last required to don the pale white uniform. And yet, the year seems to have gone by so quickly. Ironically, it seems like it was only yesterday when I stepped out of primary school, leaving a close bunch of friends behind.

Its taken me this long, but I guess after this year I finally got new friends that I can count on, friends that I trust as much if not more than those dear old friends of 6/11 and 6/12.

This year I've fallen out of love, into love, out of it and back into it.

I've started writing, (somewhat), drawing or sketching or scribbling if you would be that derogatory, songwriting, and even attempted pieces of pathetic poetry. Overall a productive year I guess

I've learnt that its always necessary to risk the fall, if you want to spread your wings and fly.

I've learned that it doesn't matter even if you do, because there'll always be someone to catch you, or if there isn't, there'll be someone to pick you up, and tell you to keep moving on no matter how bloody and bruised you are.

I've learned that I still need to be hit on the head from time to time. It helps.

I've learned that I can't live without God and erm, unfortunately at this stage on with nearly parallel importance, music.

I've learned that although people will never admit, they rarely all hate you, that really, no ones gonna say good things about you without good reason for probable fear of inflating egos. But doesn't mean they don't think you're worthless and its better to assume the compliments than to wait for them appear because if you do you're gonna be severely disappointed.

And there you have it.

Valuable advice.

From er, a certainly unreliable source.

Well here's a quote I remember from a book, I think its Narnia, um , not exact quote, but that people spend all their time trying to get to one age, and spend the rest of their lives trying to stay that age.

15's that age for me,

Dammit I wanna stay Fifteen forever.

I'm not the only one.