1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
How am i feeling today?-Shawn Colvin: Sunny Came Home
Will i get far in life? – Sheryl Crow and Sting: Always on your side (whatever that means)
How do my friends see me? – Tyler Hilton: When It Comes
Where will i get married? – Stars: Your ex-lover is dead. (fantastic, this bodes well indeed -.-)
What is my best friend's theme song? – The Killers: Romeo and Juliet
What is the story of my life? – Something Corporate: I want to save you (pfft)
What is/was high school like? – Guns N' Roses: Sweet child of mine
How can i get ahead in life? – The Calling: Wherever you will go (ooh.)
What is the best thing about me? – The Fray: Fall away
What is today going to be like? – (snorts) Snow Patrol: Make this go on forever
What is in store for this weekend? – Jem: Maybe i'm amazed
What song describes my parent(s) – Kings Of Convenience: I 'd rather dance with you (aww.)
To describe my grandparents? – Jason Mraz: Curbside prophet (oh my.)
How is my life going? – Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman: Shy that way
How does the world see me? – Something Corporate: Watch the sky
Will i have a happy life? –Grease soundtrack: Summer Love
What do my friends really think of me?- Switchfoot: Only Hope (HA. HA. HA)
Do people secretly lust after me? – The Fray : Over my head. (uh huh. the mp3 has spoken)
How can i make myself happy? – Michael Learns to Rock: Sleeping Child. (a very productive past-time indeed!)
What should i do with my life? - (OOOOH..) Tim Mcgraw: Live like you were dying
Will i ever have children? – The Wannadies: You and Me. (just the two of us huh.)
aaand this is a fantastic time-waster.
out.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
got sunshine?
i have done good, two figurative bricks off my figurative wall.
and i should not be here.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
it's taken me this long to realise, that all this while, i've been taking the people around me for granted. expecting them to be there twentyfourseven, when i can't don't always promise the same thing myself.
i'm sorry i've alienated the people close to me. i'm afraid i got so caught up with myself and my worries, i built a wall around me, to keep me in and unfortunately keep them out. i've screwed everything up this time.
some of the loveliest people around, i haven't talked to for weeks, maybe even months . those i don't get to see face to face, those i see five times a week. i don't know how to talk to my grandma anymore, i still don't know how to broach a conversation with my grandpa, i haven't sat down and chatted with my parents for a while. i don't know why you walk past acting as if you hardly know me. i haven't said more than a few words to dan or ching or sarah or llama or becca. i don't know what's happening in my family, i don't know what's happening at home. i don't bloody know what's going on in the lives of the people i care about the most.
and it's taken me this long to realise how lonely i've become, spending the past few weeks setting the stupid wall. brick by brick. all by my thick-headed self.
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry i've alienated the people close to me. i'm afraid i got so caught up with myself and my worries, i built a wall around me, to keep me in and unfortunately keep them out. i've screwed everything up this time.
some of the loveliest people around, i haven't talked to for weeks, maybe even months . those i don't get to see face to face, those i see five times a week. i don't know how to talk to my grandma anymore, i still don't know how to broach a conversation with my grandpa, i haven't sat down and chatted with my parents for a while. i don't know why you walk past acting as if you hardly know me. i haven't said more than a few words to dan or ching or sarah or llama or becca. i don't know what's happening in my family, i don't know what's happening at home. i don't bloody know what's going on in the lives of the people i care about the most.
and it's taken me this long to realise how lonely i've become, spending the past few weeks setting the stupid wall. brick by brick. all by my thick-headed self.
i'm sorry.
Friday, July 27, 2007
stardust
movies have horrible timing >:(
i wanna wanna watch stardust. and zomg. you have to have to check out the moviesite. it's the most gorgeous thing ever. all that detail -swoons- i love it. honest, the detail is incredible.
http://www.stardustmovie.com/site.htm
and oh, dora made me sound so terribly smart in her blog :D about the SJI lit seminar.
An example will be some "quote" from the Sorci family (I must admit at first I totally forgot who the Sorci family was) but upon re-reading that part I realized the Sorci family hardly said anything at all, my my and it is actually quite impressive that nette could immediately spot the mistake ho ho.
And then in the middle of the last presentation I suddenly heard a soft "ha!" from nette and she suddenly whipped open her JLC book and flipped through the pages, then with a satisfied look pointed out to me that the quote they quoted from Jing-Mei was actually said by Waverly.
:O
That was something nette drew on her foolscap when this POMPOUS guy came out to present and started becoming... strange.
hee hee. y'all never suspected there're actually people out there who recognise my intellectual capacity right. (looks smug)
i will study oh i will study. 20 days to prelims and i am not studying. sduhfiasdufiadgf. its the curse of complacency, i know i think i'll rise to the occasion. yes, i am very in touch with the inner nette. but OH FOR MY BROTHER'S SAKE! there's only so much you can rise if you haven't been working your butt off like the rest of singapore's 16 year olds.
a friend was right, the prelims do bloody creep up on you. PFFFT. now you can say "i told you so." :( it's too late for the IP isn't it. dagnabbit!
i wanna wanna watch stardust. and zomg. you have to have to check out the moviesite. it's the most gorgeous thing ever. all that detail -swoons- i love it. honest, the detail is incredible.
http://www.stardustmovie.com/site.htm
and oh, dora made me sound so terribly smart in her blog :D about the SJI lit seminar.
An example will be some "quote" from the Sorci family (I must admit at first I totally forgot who the Sorci family was) but upon re-reading that part I realized the Sorci family hardly said anything at all, my my and it is actually quite impressive that nette could immediately spot the mistake ho ho.
And then in the middle of the last presentation I suddenly heard a soft "ha!" from nette and she suddenly whipped open her JLC book and flipped through the pages, then with a satisfied look pointed out to me that the quote they quoted from Jing-Mei was actually said by Waverly.
:O
That was something nette drew on her foolscap when this POMPOUS guy came out to present and started becoming... strange.
hee hee. y'all never suspected there're actually people out there who recognise my intellectual capacity right. (looks smug)
i will study oh i will study. 20 days to prelims and i am not studying. sduhfiasdufiadgf. its the curse of complacency, i know i think i'll rise to the occasion. yes, i am very in touch with the inner nette. but OH FOR MY BROTHER'S SAKE! there's only so much you can rise if you haven't been working your butt off like the rest of singapore's 16 year olds.
a friend was right, the prelims do bloody creep up on you. PFFFT. now you can say "i told you so." :( it's too late for the IP isn't it. dagnabbit!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
But most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.
Fleeting.
i like that word, it's got a certain grace about it.
was gonna go on about how awesome the week's been, but i just found out that Father Fossien passed away this morning. he baptised me, and one of my earliest memories is watching this old old caucasian man, with brown suspenders and black-rimmed reading glasses, sitting in an armchair, calling me to him. "ahhh, zsha-nette.." one of my earliest memories, and my only one of him.
but i guess that's what the week's been, and Life's about. Fleeting. y'see, the good times always pass faster, and sooner or later, you forget the things that once seemed so terribly important.
sungei buloh was fantastic. there's this wildness about it, different from the clautrophobic rainforests, different from the open ocean. the day we went, the rain couldn't make up its mind. so the whole route along the mangroves was deliciously alternating between chill and warm. and omg, the whole thing was incredibly poetic!
stop at the bridge about a few hundred metres after it forks, and there's this place where the egrets roost. the sky is a dreary grey, and the rising tide brings the salty briny wind in. right on the line where sea touches sky, the mangrove trees kind of fit in nicely like stage curtains. and on the trees, you see this whole flock of white birds. omgosh, gorgeousness. it's like a water colour painting i swear.
i so want to be a guide there. and oh. hoho, i found out chandler's real name. he announced it to the whole world. and it's the name of my favourite little boy earlier this year zomg. who in turn reminds me of a pelican. (says in a Mufasa voice: we are all connected..)
suddenly feel lonely. pfft.
Eternal light shine upon him, may he rest in peace. Amen.
i like that word, it's got a certain grace about it.
was gonna go on about how awesome the week's been, but i just found out that Father Fossien passed away this morning. he baptised me, and one of my earliest memories is watching this old old caucasian man, with brown suspenders and black-rimmed reading glasses, sitting in an armchair, calling me to him. "ahhh, zsha-nette.." one of my earliest memories, and my only one of him.
but i guess that's what the week's been, and Life's about. Fleeting. y'see, the good times always pass faster, and sooner or later, you forget the things that once seemed so terribly important.
sungei buloh was fantastic. there's this wildness about it, different from the clautrophobic rainforests, different from the open ocean. the day we went, the rain couldn't make up its mind. so the whole route along the mangroves was deliciously alternating between chill and warm. and omg, the whole thing was incredibly poetic!
stop at the bridge about a few hundred metres after it forks, and there's this place where the egrets roost. the sky is a dreary grey, and the rising tide brings the salty briny wind in. right on the line where sea touches sky, the mangrove trees kind of fit in nicely like stage curtains. and on the trees, you see this whole flock of white birds. omgosh, gorgeousness. it's like a water colour painting i swear.
i so want to be a guide there. and oh. hoho, i found out chandler's real name. he announced it to the whole world. and it's the name of my favourite little boy earlier this year zomg. who in turn reminds me of a pelican. (says in a Mufasa voice: we are all connected..)
suddenly feel lonely. pfft.
Eternal light shine upon him, may he rest in peace. Amen.
Friday, July 20, 2007
racially harmonised
:D
i 'Suyuan'-ed today. my "long-cherished wish" of wearing a sari was fulfilled! snorts. and i can tell you i admire miss krishna very much. saris are totally tricky, swear they are. and i had so much trouble getting it on pfft.
and after cher ran out with me to find an Indian teacher to help me put it on! we stood right in front of the stairs putting on a DIY-sari exhibit, and after i watched my blouse go lower and lower and the lovely woman -bless her- stuffed in more and more sari material which was painstakingly pleated, and after we raced back for mr f's lesson, i realised i couldn't do something extremely important. (pauses)
y'see. the sari was tucked into shorts.
the whole day i tell you. until ms ng's lesson. i decided i wouldn't ruin my kidneys for a sari. "my kidneys for a sari!" a la "my kingdom for a horse". so dan and i pounded to the ladies' in our saris with ching, and this is where the history teacher's wise words come in.
a girl raced by class during history, miss j looked out, turned to us and said
"and that is why you should never run in a sari." its 'orrible. you can't move.
O: I BET A MAN INVENTED THE SARI. same reasoning behind the original reason for heels, bound feet, and the sari omg. impair the female's ability to move so you can offer a gallant hand. picture this:
Ancient China:
Female sitting on cart looks uncertainly at soft muddy uneven ground, then at her teeny tightly-bound 3-inch feet.
Male: "come on honey, i'll hold your hand and support you while i look like a real man who cares for his woman, even though i would never have married you if you didn't have bound feet."
Ancient India:
"my brother's going on a journe..."
(whoops, heh heh. wrong database)
Male: "come on honey, we walk slowly so i can digest my curry and you can keep up with me if you try to run in your sari."
Hollywood red carpet event:
Male: " come on honey, place your arm on mine so i can support you on the heels in which you look totally gorgeous but are making you totter ever so precariously, just in case you trip and embarrass the both of us. "
hmm, maybe not entirely the guy's fault. but it made an interesting blogpost didn't it :D
might post pictures of laura, dan and i in our saris, if laura actually comes online. till then!
i 'Suyuan'-ed today. my "long-cherished wish" of wearing a sari was fulfilled! snorts. and i can tell you i admire miss krishna very much. saris are totally tricky, swear they are. and i had so much trouble getting it on pfft.
and after cher ran out with me to find an Indian teacher to help me put it on! we stood right in front of the stairs putting on a DIY-sari exhibit, and after i watched my blouse go lower and lower and the lovely woman -bless her- stuffed in more and more sari material which was painstakingly pleated, and after we raced back for mr f's lesson, i realised i couldn't do something extremely important. (pauses)
y'see. the sari was tucked into shorts.
the whole day i tell you. until ms ng's lesson. i decided i wouldn't ruin my kidneys for a sari. "my kidneys for a sari!" a la "my kingdom for a horse". so dan and i pounded to the ladies' in our saris with ching, and this is where the history teacher's wise words come in.
a girl raced by class during history, miss j looked out, turned to us and said
"and that is why you should never run in a sari." its 'orrible. you can't move.
O: I BET A MAN INVENTED THE SARI. same reasoning behind the original reason for heels, bound feet, and the sari omg. impair the female's ability to move so you can offer a gallant hand. picture this:
Ancient China:
Female sitting on cart looks uncertainly at soft muddy uneven ground, then at her teeny tightly-bound 3-inch feet.
Male: "come on honey, i'll hold your hand and support you while i look like a real man who cares for his woman, even though i would never have married you if you didn't have bound feet."
Ancient India:
"my brother's going on a journe..."
(whoops, heh heh. wrong database)
Male: "come on honey, we walk slowly so i can digest my curry and you can keep up with me if you try to run in your sari."
Hollywood red carpet event:
Male: " come on honey, place your arm on mine so i can support you on the heels in which you look totally gorgeous but are making you totter ever so precariously, just in case you trip and embarrass the both of us. "
hmm, maybe not entirely the guy's fault. but it made an interesting blogpost didn't it :D
might post pictures of laura, dan and i in our saris, if laura actually comes online. till then!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
twinker twinker litter starrr
the little girls in my class are bimbos. am ashamed for their parents.
they're subservient and unimaginative. and despite being clad in hot eye-searing pink from top to toe, them mini females are not colourful. at all. the little boys on the other hand (: i talk their talk. ho ho ho.
in class today, there was a little man who will grow up to be real successful. pairs of little people had to enact good deeds, and he and his partner shuffled up to the white board. i think they discussed a little, because they were sitting in front of me. anyway, he got stage fright.
so, he's frozen in front of the whiteboard yes. and suddenly! he sticks out his fingers and goes:
"twinkle twinkle little star.."
the class was stunned into silence, and then they roared with laughter. they so cuuuteee, watching them laugh like little crazy monkeys made me laugh. that is what laughing should be like. so the teacher went:
"oh okay. is there anything else you want to sing for the class? or act out?"
and he nods his head shyly. so we all wait for his good deed, and he puts his fingers together.
"twinkle twinkle little star.."
the monkeys went crazy again. so, if he's able to embarrass himself over and over again, and laugh with the people who are laughing at him, i think he'll be a preety well-adjusted, successful little man (:
that. or a porn star.
they're subservient and unimaginative. and despite being clad in hot eye-searing pink from top to toe, them mini females are not colourful. at all. the little boys on the other hand (: i talk their talk. ho ho ho.
in class today, there was a little man who will grow up to be real successful. pairs of little people had to enact good deeds, and he and his partner shuffled up to the white board. i think they discussed a little, because they were sitting in front of me. anyway, he got stage fright.
so, he's frozen in front of the whiteboard yes. and suddenly! he sticks out his fingers and goes:
"twinkle twinkle little star.."
the class was stunned into silence, and then they roared with laughter. they so cuuuteee, watching them laugh like little crazy monkeys made me laugh. that is what laughing should be like. so the teacher went:
"oh okay. is there anything else you want to sing for the class? or act out?"
and he nods his head shyly. so we all wait for his good deed, and he puts his fingers together.
"twinkle twinkle little star.."
the monkeys went crazy again. so, if he's able to embarrass himself over and over again, and laugh with the people who are laughing at him, i think he'll be a preety well-adjusted, successful little man (:
that. or a porn star.
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