I love the thing on Nadiuh's blog.

it's so true it's scary.


Anyway, I think I'm slowly , carefully, totally getting addicted to mika.

motherfuck.

Let me write a little piece on my mika feelings:

This man is revolutionary. Every song bursts with color and vibrance, his exuberance like a young boy the first time he ever fell in love, yet with dashes of deep maturity that shows how dark a past can be. He's not afraid to be everything we never wanted, but once we saw it, had to have it. (I apologise if perverted thoughts are entering your mind, like they are mine.) He's the guy who writes about real situations in a way nobody else thought of. Maybe a musical snob would hear it and go, that guy can't sing, he's too pop. Well, hate to break it to you darling, maybe pop has a little more depth than you remember. Maybe you are the way you are, because you felt it was necessary, because it's not cool to fit in anymore. Contradictions, anyone? Curly hair, pastels, songs that make you fall out of your chair, that make you smile, heck, songs that finally have a meaning, praise the muffin! In Mika's world, everybody has a place, everybody accepts each other, regardless of race, (I'm sorry I know I'm beginning to sound like the pledge) culture, sex, size, sexuality, everyone is HIMSELF OR HERSELF, a Billy Brown or a Lollipop Girl. And to think, I got all that just from about 55 minute-long album. Now that really says alot, doesn't it.


Well, That Was Satisfying.

I should study, huh.

Whatever.

Come what may.

Just came back from the OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN CONCERTOOOO.

she's still got it. well shes saggy and wrinkly and her nose looks weird, but the woman can still sing. The pavarotti lookin backup singer was really good. the ricki lake lookalike backup singer was kinda annoying.

the concert was ruined for about 20 mins by odjkajbkjdbca stomach cramps grr. hogged the bathroom for tres long time. many people tried to force it open. meanwhile, there was a xin yi in my head going "MALUUUUU!" lool.

there was a die-hrd ONJ fan in front of me who was tres amusing. she waved like crazy and stood up and yelled and was lmaoish while her boyfriend was fuckin deadpan.

got 18 for chinese listening compre. my mom heard the news and went: maybe i should send you for english tuition.

well i did get an 18 out of 30 for my formal letter. which i found highly amusing.

i should study

but i really cant.

so people who are a couple spots behind me, take it, it's yours.


I LOVE MIKA. IM OBSESSED WITH LL THE SONGS.

IT'S LIKE CRACK ALL OVER AGAIN. SPEAKING OF CRACK.

CASHIEEEEEEE COME BACK TO THE COMP SO WE CAN SING LOLLIPOP TOGETHER.


p.s. to a certain fuzzy-headed person: it sounds nothing like yeah. at all. at all. and if she stole the beat, well better than that brendon stealing his voice *and lips* from a dying carp.

not like she'll ever read that^ BUT HAHAHA IT'S AMUSING.


i'd just like to say: i'm not happy all the time. If you thik I am, you are just falling into the well-crafted illusion.

WOO!

gotcha again didnt i.


*randomly stabs carrie cheung*

oh hey we didn't throw things at balakrishnan when he sat in the front row. darn.

i'm sorry, i just don't feel like blogging.

if you think we aren't equal, then what does my opinion matter anyway.

yay for postage. here, not at the P.O.

anyway. sports carnival was today.

fucking fun.

stupid francis. first he told tessa that he didnt need us when we already went and borrowed so many cds and pods. then i went to him and went "you really do't need djs anymore?" and he went "actually...."

and then i ended up spending the whole day there with no chance to go to the haunted house.

GRR.

and i wasn't a bad dj.

maybe a little biased. HOHOHO.

and bitchy.

but that's just meeeee. =D

but before the carnival we went to cat's house to cook disgusting chicken. i told you to fry it normally didn't i. but no. i'm alllwwaaaayysssss wrong. p.s. cat your house is... no comment. rinse the dishes damnit.

and then of course, we had cheerleading competition.

only isabel cleared marie's water mark with a very safe pass.

catherine shouldve been 3rd. i mean grace shaking her ass and the titchy sec 2 at the end going mwah was fucking priceless.

YAY FOR SLUTTY PEOPLE.

where the heelll has raja grace gone. i mean, the person i saw cheerleading was NOT the same one.

i was disappointed with marie house this year. they didn't deserve 2nd at all. the only interesting part was zhi hui lmao. ash was like "OMG SOOOOOOOO CYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" i agree, but maybe not quite so much lool.

i'd like to be in cheerleading. but the short skirt will make everyone's eyes bleed, so i'll spare you the sight.

then blahblah.

OMG I FORGOT.

i said the pledge and thought i messed it up. so the moment it was over i was like *hits random girl beside me* "DID I SCREW IT UP?!?!"

but i didn't, so no worries.

hakuna matata...

anyway. went home in a MAXICAB. dialled three diff cabs today, all NICE ONES. the new blue comfort one, a mercedes one, and the maxi.

fucking love 2C day.

and ______ was crying into ________'s chest, going "i have no future" and XY's like "WHATEVER ______" LMAO. totally. well ______ if you shake your ass in that short skirt you will obviously never have a career in it, because everyone's eyes will be too busy bleeding.

like, whatever. nobody can STAND YOU ANYWAY.

allow me to stuff you into the gutter.

hello; procrastinating kohkohs formal letter,

wondering wth are my eng group members. i finally come online for the first time in god knows how long; and they arent here.

grrs.

eh

so i just found out that im gunna be the sports carnival dj.

cool.

i was like "WOOOOOO!" to ash. she was doing her thing in the toilet when i called her lmao.

anyway.

<3lys a bitch.

blogs about us.

then proceeds to tell us about how busy she is, how OCCUPIED she is, how WHATEVER she is...

Adeline Ng thinks shes "despo" too.

Personally, that's an understatement. Someone should go tell her to remove that fat baguette from up her ass and LICK IT.

People like that are in their own little world.

puhlease. YOU DONT HAVE FIVE BOYFRIENDS. I KNOW THAT YOURE EASY, BUT...


And btw, thanks for totally bitchfucking us into a bronze of a close-shave silver. or a possible C.O.P.

thanks alot, useless stage manager.

ugly doghair.

hate me for saying it, but hilary's new song is growing on me.

i like the video even though i hate the fugly cabaret hair.

the rest of the album still sucks ass.

COME BACK HILARYYYYYYYY WHERE HAVE YOUUUUU GOOOONEEEEEEE!

*weeps*

anyway.

ive got a shitload of art homework.

please give me a good grade mr seow.

or i will make you *1T~$!#!~ IN HELLLL.

kay.

ooh jojo.

I LOVE POP MUSIC!

dont lie. i know you liked it once too.

i remember when you sang with the backstreet boys and had spice girls posters.

who you were before will always be a part of who you are now, no matter what.

ooh. a little marie-ism for ya right thurr.

i love music videos. they rock my world and my socks.

the stripey ones.

how the popstars grow so fast. *tears*

i have a zit on the end my nose. it hurts.


GAVE UP ON KUNGFU SHOES.

I HAVE A LIFE MS LEE.

well i dont really. BUT I AM BUSY.

which is why im blogging/procrastinating.

*shifty*

teensy edit: look at my links. i know theyre hard to find, but theyre somewhere beneath my ceebox. I DARE YOU TO CLICK ON GOSSIPGIRL. I KNOW I WAS SLIGHTLY LAME. BUT STILL. I DAREEEEE YOU. okay back to original post:

so i finally have time tuh blawgg.

and the final countdown to SYF begins now.

3,2,1... and 0.

ahhh. *runs away*

im beginning to be annoyed by ms constance vee.

even though she doesnt have enough lines to be annoying anymore.

lmao.

i really need to study, but im way too wonked out to do anything productive right now. i havent seen my chinese tutor in two weeks. shitfuck.

and now i will read out titles of the many romance novels my mother owns. (NO FABIO ON THEM. LOL.)

savage innocence. relative sins. fever in the blood. a rich man's touch. HIS VIRGIN MISTRESS <-- LMAOO. hot pursuit. tender assault <-- i read this one wow dirty. hot pursuit. indiscretion. such sweet poison <-- DIRTYY! innocent sins. snowfire.

LMAO. theyre all dirty really. but whatever.

AHHH

CHANNEL VEEE I FORGEEVEE JUUU

they are playing i dont love you nowww!!!

*stares at gerards pretty face and the incredible video*

he should be a fucking actor. his facial expressions are so dam... emotionalllll. it's beautiful. with him and the white girl and the black guy its just ART to the highest degree.

KUDOS TO WHOEVER DID THIS. *waits for directors name*

eh they didnt show it. now my bitchy mother is nagging at me. *put off the tv, just 20 mins you should be studying you know if you get crappy grades again they wont let you take lit*

WELL STUDY THIS.

*draws middle finger*

oh em gee it's raining with the wind and the dusk sky and the dark green trees outlining a silhouette against it and swaying.

wow that is probably the most grammatically incorrect sentence i've ever written.

IM LAME I KNOW.

but my socks are cooler than thou. *points*

i scare people with my drawings. =))))))

it's so beautiful outside. ah, the power of a storm. with the dim orange street lights losing their focus.

i feel like writing a descriptive paragraph. I MUST BE THE ONLY PERSON WHO ENJOYS THIS.

HERE WE GO. *sits outside on swing, feeling cold*

my garden is beautiful beyond belief at night. I remember when I used to live on Enid Blyton books. well this isn't quite what I had in mind, but the variation and fluidity of the shades of the night is kaleidoscopical. Locks of silver hair fall, creating a translucent sheet over what feels like the whole world, as the dim, marigold glow of street lamps slowly lose their focus. Royal purple bougainvillea appear matte against the delicate, snowy lilies, their fingers outstretched, dusted with orange powder. Oblong emeralds attached to spindly staffs dangle from above, swaying to their own rhythm, but never straying far from their roots. Pitiful ululations echo through the air, lamentations bolstered by the unfeeling, unfailing beat of drums.


i wont lie. i have good vocab. and that was hella fun. i didnt use item connection though! =O

and i'll end off here. maybe i'll write some more later, i havent posted anything on writers club in weeeeekkkkss.

except for that sappy-ass thing about *coughcough*

HA. keep wondering,