Monday, July 31
quiz!
stole this from
elaine's blog.
here's the deal:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
And there you have it.
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How am i feeling today? the wallflowers - beautiful side of somewhere. [sounds right]
Will i get far in life? madonna - hung up [mann.]
How do my friends see me? bon jovi - one wild night [no, not really..]
Where will i get married? westlife - where we belong [mystical! haha.]
What is my best friend's theme song? death cab for cutie - state street residential [..?]
What is the story of my life? enya - one by one [full of goodbyes?]
What is/was high school like? coldplay - parachutes [-shrugs]
How can i get ahead in life? stereophonics - dakota [-shrugs]
What is the best thing about me? shaggy - hey sexy lady [!]
What is today going to be like? the bravery - unconditional [-shrugs]
What's in store for you this weekend? motion city soundtrack - make out kids [ooh wow really.]
What song describe my parents(s)? death cab for cutie - flustered/hey tomcat! [not too far away from the truth]
To describe my grandparents? the strokes - you only live once [don't we all?]
How is my life going? pet shop boys - being boring [probably right. damn.]
What song will they play at my funeral? the postal service - sleeping in [yes please!]
How does the world see me? the decemberists - the bagman's gambit [-shrugs]
Will i have a happy life? switchfoot - lonely nation [oh. mann.]
What do my friends really think of me? vertican horizon - best i ever had [i hope!]
Do people secretly lust after me? dashboard confessionals - ender will save us all [means no i think]
How can i make myself happy? good charlotte - i just wanna live [yeah, i do.]
What should i do with my life? coldplay - a rush of blood to the head [hmm.]
Will i ever have children? collective soul - run [hahaha.]
so brainless.
Sunday, July 30
..it's painful to realise i can cause you so much anguish.
Friday, July 28
left.leaving that place for the last time just felt weird. the goodbyes from many people whom i don't usually talk to, signing the book and walking through the gates. it felt great, and the little nostalgia generated just wasn't enough to outweigh much ill-feeling.
give me a little rest, and i pray i'd be happier when i go back to army life.
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i wish i knew where we are going. what we're doing. i wish i knew what you want.
'cause we're going nowhere. and we're going there fast.
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shoutouts!
tab: hmm okay i know. getting second sucks. you feel it when you watch/play soccer. it feels good to get second when it's unexpected but it's such a loss.
emiko: oops! ahaha.
mel: haha err, i apologise if my poem isn't that accurate in terms of the laws of physics.
jas: ?? -_-
Saturday, July 22
steel platesthe shine and lustre of those plates,
steely and cold and with kisses of ice.
from which he gets his daily fill
of hope and fear and that could entice.
was gradually fading itself away,
much like a sickly child uncured.
and all that was left behind these doors
was all the affliction and torment that was endured.
the plates all fall from the kitchen sink,
that place that was so sacrosanct.
where fluids of life would wash away
bitterness and troubles, file and rank.
the sink itself turned to clay,
frozen and barren it had become.
just more and more unmovable,
to nothing else would it succumb.
the metal dishes slammed into
the greasy, deathly concrete floor.
it had morphed into something so fragile,
yet like a stone it moved no more.
the chef just could not bear to see
the potential destruction that could be.
with one finger he prodded his subjects,
ashes to ashes and some last respects.
Friday, July 21
whooshand when the verdict was read, my heart pounded and palpipated. in a rush i felt born again.
Sunday, July 16
like wind to dying candleheavy metal door creaked open,
reveals an abyss deep in.
echoes reverberate, deafens,
when the floor contacts the feet.
groping his way he stilled to hear
the faint sound of wax drip.
hearts were lit by the candlelight
through which he could not peep.
only for a while.
the bloody sun hung burning,
but they all get shivering feet.
"let me go," they groan.
protests long as a hundred streets.
but when the door opens..
"was it all just imagined?"
hmm.
i'm guessing that's a no.
mel: cannot talk? waddya mean?
Saturday, July 15
all things new again.
i've got a spanking new phone! =D
and check this out: chelsea fc new kit
my new life's getting better gradually. and i may be getting nearer to the end of my stay in that wretched place. it's in these few weeks i really observed some of the people there. and my.
i'm just getting used to this new feeling of missing you. probably can't say this enough. but you're like always busy. bahh.
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shoutouts:
tab: hah okay that's good what, it's easy to get distinction, just talk and talk. congrats! ure like stuffing it back in his face.
jas: you mean ur mids? i believe i've comforted you over the phone.
lynn: hello. =) yeah i happen to like my layout too, that's why it's remained for soooo long.
Saturday, July 8
shoutouts:
emiko: looks like they're not going to..
janyz: hey! i miss you too. but ure like forever being so busy with ur guy! boo.
Sunday, July 2
snap back.
quite suddenly and sullenly, the years were rolled back, to the days where to him, the presence of gods were but an overrated myth. he had been derided, but rarely disproved. a very willing believer in fact, but his faith wasn't allowed to flourish.
all he had found were of so low quality it was almost worthless. he thought he had, maybe quite literally, struck gold. it did appear that way, until the elements of reality, time, space, all came into view. and now he held in his filthy hands pieces of 'treasure' that he knew, much as he hoped for things to be different, would be reduced to nothingness in time to come.
in an isolated corner of his heart he still believes that maybe, magic is still alive, and the gods really are there. it's clear that the jostling between faith in the unknown and reasoned logic in his own intellect, however, has only one clear winner. he still wants to believe in the unbelievable, anyhow.
maybe it's all fading away though.
Saturday, July 1
jose resigns
NO the title is not referring to the special one jose mourinho. (that might have disappointed a few people)
argentina's coach jose pekerman has resigned, following argentina's exit from the world cup at the hands of germany. well on him.
my view is that taking off riquelme and crespo, the former their brightest creative inspiration and the latter their top scorer, just reeks of negativity. the players would have had it in their minds that it was okay to sit on that one-goal lead, and just defend it till the final whistle. perhaps it never crossed his mind that germany might equalise. not even when the germans have been the top scorers of the tournament. :X
the hopes of a nation quite let down by one person.
