tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73697902011-10-05T06:31:55.516+08:00xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.comBlogger3701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-73369757078201511842011-05-11T22:59:00.000+08:002011-05-11T23:08:35.946+08:00

is it faith or trustor something in betweenbrokenwith a finger snapa quiet breatha whispered worda hidden thoughtfrom the depths of your soulthere are no truthsonly golden lies told with sinceritybreaking down all defensesuntil there's nothing leftbut an empty shell

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-40630768660559427262011-05-06T21:03:00.000+08:002011-05-06T21:59:33.351+08:00

Seriously. I'm tired of being mad and sad all the time. I keep telling myself that I've done what I can, and that there are things out of my control, so I just need to accept, adapt, and carry on. But everyday is starting to feel like another battle in the perpetual war that has become my life. Somehow it feels like I just can't seem to ever catch a break from anyone or anything. We've been

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-33980305557467363822011-04-16T03:13:00.002+08:002011-04-16T03:53:45.419+08:00

I was going through my old emails when I stumbled on a short write-up I did for Van about work. It was written exactly a year ago in April 2010, back when we were just opening. Reading it now almost feels like someone else wrote it. I can barely recognize that idealistic, hopeful, happy person who wrote that. It actually startled me to realize how much I've changed in a year. I can look back and

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-1010428290631114562011-03-02T21:13:00.002+08:002011-03-02T21:15:17.007+08:00

I hope my smile can distract youI hope my fists can fight for twoSo it never has to showAnd you'll never knowI hope my love can blind youI hope my arms can bind youSo you'll never have to seeWhat we've grown to beOne may think we're alrightBut we need pills to sleep at nightWe need lies to make it through the dayWe're not okayOne may think we're doing fineBut if I had to lay it on the lineWe're

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-8741908429217050422011-02-11T11:24:00.002+08:002011-02-11T11:30:03.374+08:00

Now that we are over as the loving kindWe'll be dreaming ways to keep the good aliveOnly when we want is not a compromiseI'd be pouring tears into your drying eyesFriends, lovers or nothingThere can only be oneFriends, lovers or nothingThere'll never be an in-between so give it upYou whisper "Come on over" 'cause you're two drinks inBut in the morning I will say goodbye againThink we'll never

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-48631476304785217682011-02-10T09:21:00.002+08:002011-02-10T09:33:32.249+08:00

And it's not just a game, you can't throw me awayI put all I had on the lineAnd I give and you take and I played the high stakesI've won and I've lost but I'm fineHear me say I'll rise up till the endHear me say I'll stand up for my friendsAnd I crash to the ground and it's just my own soundI drop in a blink of an eyeI'm color blindAnd your milky way fight won't stop my delightYou keep me and

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-71050761530356243162011-01-25T13:12:00.002+08:002011-01-25T13:17:41.439+08:00

I feel like I'm constantly playing with fire. Every time I touch the flame it burns hot and bright and I more than willingly fall in. But when the fire dies out and the burn fades, I can't help but wonder where this is going, and how long it'll last before we get to the point where there's no going back and all that's left is scattered ashes in the wind.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-5134905071421879952011-01-13T11:06:00.004+08:002011-01-13T11:15:04.055+08:00

I'd catch a grenade for youThrow my hand on a blade for youI'd jump in front of a train for youYou know I'd do anything for youI would go through all this painTake a bullet straight through my brainYes I would die for you babyBut you won't do the same.grenadebruno mars

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-23960052223072272042011-01-06T22:31:00.002+08:002011-01-06T22:42:01.576+08:00

First kiss, first touch, first time you ever said it backWhen I close my eyes I still rememberToo much, too fast, too good to ever make it lastAnd when I woke up you were goneNow I keep dreaming of falling back to sleep'Cause I know you will be waiting there for meAnd every breath keeps me praying for the night'Cause I know you're on the other sideBut I'm wide awakeI'm wide awakeSince you went

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-18865244560468357552011-01-05T10:04:00.000+08:002011-01-05T10:05:12.037+08:00

so what happens next?

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-17768490466804076152010-12-27T01:25:00.000+08:002010-12-27T01:23:34.817+08:00

My 2010 Christmas wishes:To have nicer easier days than the long crappy ones I've been having. To have time to pause and take a breath instead of constantly racing to catch up. To stop waiting, wishing, hoping for what cannot be and to finally, finally let go. To make a decision for the next step. To stop falling apart and breaking into a million pieces. To be wiser with who I call my friends.To

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-25378234966708114722010-12-06T11:20:00.003+08:002010-12-06T11:36:23.765+08:00

I don't know if I'm being a perfectionist and demanding too much of others, or if people around me are just so fucking lazy. Seriously.Does it take so much effort to keep track of paperwork? Maybe if you weren't playing games on facebook every fucking day you might be able to, oh I don't know, do your goddamn job?? And incidentally, going on holiday without handing over your work to us is just

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-43267758460642243812010-12-03T09:20:00.003+08:002010-12-03T09:26:18.814+08:00

okay seriously. you continually confuse me.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-3521513388477284462010-11-09T19:25:00.002+08:002010-11-09T19:29:24.141+08:00

no one thought i was good enough for youexcept for youdon't let them be rightafter all that we've been through'cause somewhere over that rainbowthere's a place for mea place with youin every frame upon our walllies a face that's seen it allthrough ups and downs and then more downswe helped each other off the groundno one knows what we've been throughmaking it ain't making it without youmaybe i'm

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-19575866743289546162010-11-02T22:19:00.003+08:002010-11-02T22:35:07.992+08:00

So falls the first of us.I wondered when it would happen, because let's face it, burning out is almost inevitable. I've even had my moments.But it's still a jolt.A part of me wishes you'll choose to stay because somehow it feels like you'll be the first of the rest of us, a sad portent of things to come. But I do know things haven't been great for you of late. I suppose at the end of it all, I

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-17024630164159626272010-11-02T21:28:00.003+08:002010-11-02T21:36:58.428+08:00

tell me everything that happenedtell me everything you saw---- they had lights inside their eyesdid you see the closing window?did you hear the slamming door?---- they moved forward and my heart diedplease, please tell me what they looked likedid they seem afraid of you?---- they were kids that i once knewi can say it but you won't believe meyou say you do but you don't deceive meit's hard to

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-15947541881831400512010-10-18T21:46:00.000+08:002010-10-18T21:46:37.623+08:00

after all the dust is settledwe lift each other off the groundi carry you a million milesi'll never let you downthere's a lot of strength in weaknessthere's a lot of truth in liesbut in the end we're just two peopledestined to collide like stone hearts and hand grenadesyou and i are not the samethere is nothing i would changewe are stone hearts and hand grenadesstone hearts and hand grenadesleona

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-64773109982429766662010-10-16T21:02:00.002+08:002010-10-16T21:06:30.662+08:00

My mother makes some really pointless statements sometimes. Case in point, I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, and my mom says: "Oh, you just showered?"No, mother. I just came out halfway through my shower, fully clothed with a towel in my hair.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-28573011188011446122010-10-15T22:44:00.002+08:002010-10-15T22:53:01.065+08:00

so i was shopping at zara one fine day in london (oh london i miss you) when i heard this really nice song playing. now, normally what i would do is whip out my trusty iphone and shazam it. however, me being in london and having no wifi or 3g or cellular data whatsoever, i resorted to whipping out my trusty iphone and recording a voice memo of it. note that this was done by me wandering about the

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-42330083201537922302010-10-15T21:26:00.005+08:002010-11-02T21:38:38.577+08:00

as i lay me downheaven hear me nowi'm lost without a causeafter giving it my allwinter storms have comeand darkened my sunafter all that i've been throughwho on earth can i turn to?i look to youafter all my strength is gonein you i can be strongi look to youand when melodies are gonein you i hear a songi look to youabout to lose my breaththere's no more fighting leftsinking to rise no

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-7151875084044930362010-10-14T23:42:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:48:08.290+08:00

if i could be your supermani'd fly you to the stars and back againcos every time you touched my handyou feel my powers running through your veinsbut i can only write this songand tell you that i'm not that strongcos i'm no supermani hope you like me as i amsupermanjoe brooks

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-24644422312318633322010-10-06T19:42:00.006+08:002010-10-18T21:48:26.284+08:00

Staring at tears on the pagesOf letters that I never could writeNow I know love isn't painlessBut it's worth the risk, it's worth the fightPlaying it over and overI wish that I could turn back timeBaby we were wrong but we could be rightEmpty glasses on tables, echoes fill these roomsThe memories go where we goThey're like the suitcase that you never loseIf the good lord's eyes upon meI swear to

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-74726024006028834502010-10-03T16:45:00.001+08:002010-10-18T21:48:41.015+08:00

so open up your morning lightand say a little prayer for iyou know that if we are to stay alivethen see the love in every eyei don't want to wait for our lives to be overi want to know right now what will it bei don't want to wait for our lives to be overwill it be yes or will it be sorry?i don't want to waitpaula cole

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-39281967041742222482010-10-03T09:23:00.002+08:002010-10-03T09:42:04.399+08:00

There's a sort of clarity in the morning after. I'm not sure when it happened, or even how we got to this point with everything that's gone on. But somewhere along the way we've become best friends. It didn't even occur to me until I got introduced as your best friend that it hit me. That this is exactly where we are. It's kind of nice to know we've evolved to this. There's a warm fuzzy feeling

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-1720674745381051302010-08-12T02:51:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:48:54.993+08:00

it's october again, leaves are coming downone more year's come and goneand nothing's changed at allwasn't i supposed to be someoneface the things that i've been running fromi've become much too good at being invisiblei'm an expert at play it safe and keep it coolbut i swear this isn't who i'm meant to bei refuse to let my life roll over melet me feel, i don't care if i break downlet me fall, even

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-86071739470663410992010-08-10T23:52:00.003+08:002010-08-11T00:31:04.481+08:00

Whenever I go on a trip, one of my must-haves is at least 3 good books. (It's not a secret. I'm a nerd.) Usually they consist of an entirely new book that I've yet to read, a fave book that I can (and probably have) re-read a million times, and one more of either case. The longer the trip, the more the books.But I've also got this weird thing where I like to bring books that are based on a

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-78582261240253855122010-08-09T18:00:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:49:08.200+08:00

it's something like - i apologizeit's something i still can't decideoh but i know it gets betterit only gets betterand i want to say that it's not always easybut it's simple that wayand i want to stay and play it outbut i still have my doubtsso you say it gets betterit only gets betterbeautiful things can never stay oh the same wayand they pass, oh they pass awaythey always changebut who are we

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-74761960276689477392010-08-08T02:14:00.000+08:002010-08-08T02:14:16.825+08:00

I spent the whole morning before we met that day thinking to myself: "This means nothing." Telling myself over and over again.Halfway through the day I realized I didn't need to tell myself that anymore. This really means nothing. This is what we are, and all that we'll ever be.I didn't have a huge epiphanistic moment, just a quiet revelation that occurred around our third location of the day,

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-56900257364185327252010-08-04T12:21:00.006+08:002010-10-18T21:49:25.385+08:00

For the first optimistic and hopeful feeling I've had in a long while.I'm not surprised, not everything lastsI've broken my heart so many timesI stopped keeping trackTalk myself in, I talk myself outI get all worked up then I let myself downI tried so very hard not to lose itI came up with a million excusesI thought I'd thought of every possibilityAnd I know someday that it'll all turn outYou'll

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-16690449958391799702010-07-30T13:10:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:50:08.520+08:00

no sleep todaycan't even rest when the sun's downno timethere's not enoughand nobody's watching me nowwhen we were children we'd playout in the streets just dipped in fatewhen we were children we'd saythat we don't know the meaning offear.wish i didn't know the meaning of...fear.onerepublic

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-91635964964901359822010-07-08T22:59:00.002+08:002010-07-08T23:10:51.318+08:00

I don't know why anyone ever has expectations anymore. It seems like the more expectations you have of people, the more likely they are to disappoint you.Maybe the way to go is to just lower your expectations until you get to the point where you don't expect anything. At all.Maybe that might make life just a little easier to bear, because if you don't expect anything, there's really nothing to be

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-56641238549890156272010-07-08T21:32:00.001+08:002010-10-18T21:50:25.134+08:00

this is the starting of my greatest feari'm all packed up, getting out of herethen you call and tell me not to gothat i'm the one who put the rock n roll in your lifethis is the starting of a brand new dayi never like this town much anywayi need the city like i need the raini know that somewhere there's a northbound trainoh i'll make it without youthough my body's laying hereit's my mouth that

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-83896994417898520812010-07-03T11:44:00.002+08:002010-07-03T11:53:36.915+08:00

Why is it every time I think you're saying something to me, you turn around and say something else that just makes me feel like an absolute moron? I mean, seriously.Seriously. Why can't I just learn from this and just let go.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-3598490124353763782010-06-26T19:44:00.003+08:002010-06-26T19:50:34.436+08:00

I don't know what is with today. Maybe it's the fact that even though I'm supposed to be off, I went to work at 630am because of some approval thing. And also for some reason everyone seems to think I'm working today because I've gotten countless calls and texts from work today. Maybe I'm just tired. I don't know what it is I'm even feeling really. Just kinda lost. With an inexplicable urge to

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-20887061240697678552010-06-25T18:45:00.005+08:002010-06-25T18:50:15.837+08:00

Now that my 6am call time thing is winding down to two days a week instead of six, it occurs to me that I should probably get off my ass and stop this hermit-like behaviour. Right. Time to meet up with me now people! Before I lose this spark and withdraw back into my hermity ways. Hahaha.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-25649415627713203122010-06-22T21:11:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:50:43.673+08:00

I was only looking for a shortcut homeIt's complicated, so complicatedSomewhere in this city is a road I knowWhere we could make itBut maybe there's no making it nowI was only trying to bury the painBut I made you cry and I can't stop the cryingWas only trying to save meBut I lost you againThere's only lyingWish I could say it's only meHere it comes, ready or notWe both found out it's not how we

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-80030045458930447392010-06-13T21:28:00.003+08:002010-06-13T21:44:35.558+08:00

I just spent a day off lounging about my house watching Psych. While I would like to rave about what a wickedly funny show it is (and it really is), right now all I'm feeling is just a little lonely. Which probably sounds incredibly pathetic.Maybe I'm just tired from three days straight of 5am/6am calls, but there's a vague burned out feeling lingering. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-11209836174880751242010-06-13T20:43:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:51:01.274+08:00

Highway run into the midnight sunWheels go round and roundYou're on my mindRestless hearts sleep alone tonightSending all my love along the wireThey say that the road Ain't no place to start a familyRight down the line it's been you and meAnd loving a music manAin't always what it's supposed to beOh boy, you stand by meI'm forever yoursFaithfully.Circus life under the big top worldWe all need the

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-13145269317470573932010-05-31T21:53:00.003+08:002010-05-31T22:01:53.791+08:00

Okay seriously. It's already been a crazy long day. Been at work for 12 hours straight with barely a break in the day. Why won't any of you give me some peace now that I'm finally home?! Stop saying things like how stupid I am to be working so hard, or how I'm such a moron, or giving suggestions that you think will help improve things when you don't even know what my work is like. Just so you

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-68200068708154476722010-05-03T15:30:00.003+08:002010-05-03T15:47:04.184+08:00

There are better words that could be used. More eloquent, more appropriate, less emotional words. But sometimes all it takes is some tears shed, some time alone and away from the world, to make things a little better.And sometimes all you end up feeling is alone.In the light of the sunIs there anyone? Oh it has begunOh dear, you look so lostEyes are red and tears are shedThis world you must have

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-7709401074359642112010-04-27T09:26:00.003+08:002010-10-18T21:51:55.760+08:00

sirens in the distance cry the trumpets are sounding for someone tonight strangers in a blood red light running around us they reunite the sky fell down a star shattered highway i heard the wind inside me crying run and run (we're running out of time) follow me back into the sun (i'm right behind you) on and on (we're running out of time) still waiting for forever to come (i'm

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-88815019812398607982010-04-23T12:28:00.004+08:002010-04-23T12:40:59.959+08:00

you know what. do me a favour and stop pretending you know me so damn well. you haven't deigned to be a friend except when you've needed one so don't bother acting as if you know everything when you haven't even been around. which, incidentally, is the reason why i have no patience to tell you anything real about my life anymore. so you constantly asking me what's going on? at this point you just

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-52260595921751143032010-04-21T21:17:00.001+08:002010-04-21T21:17:45.578+08:00

I miss you.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-37884508909818751202010-04-20T18:30:00.002+08:002010-04-20T18:49:03.913+08:00

Feeling a little lost today.Maybe it was the chat I had with work-bro a few days back that made me start thinking of the past and of things and life in general.Maybe it's the fact that best friend came back and we slipped back so easily into our usual shorthand that I've really missed and now she's leaving in just a couple of days.Maybe it's just that little things remind me of other things.So

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-59833699554106514062010-04-11T01:18:00.003+08:002010-04-11T01:22:38.055+08:00

Okay, seriously. I know things suck right now. I'm doing my best to be there for you. In fact, I think I'm doing a pretty decent job of it right now. Enough that I already feel like I'm dying every day.So is it too much to ask that on what is possibly my last Saturday off in oh, say, EVER, you don't conveniently FORGET that you told me we'd hang out?Seriously. Thanks so fucking much.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-59896254524756850532010-03-13T23:51:00.003+08:002010-03-13T23:56:20.263+08:00

Six days of emotional rollercoaster riding, along with possibly six thousand words spoken and countless more tears shed.This is where words fail.Please, God, just let the days get easier.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-20013111631325966342010-02-16T03:25:00.003+08:002010-02-16T03:28:38.306+08:00

you left me stuck.then i thought i was done.then you came back oh so briefly.then you left again.so here i am.stuck.again.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-59500658178372333432010-02-16T02:56:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:52:21.652+08:00

Tell me the truth, don't ask me to lieThese are the things we sayYou don't need proof and I'm not going to tryBut I think we have lost our wayYou don't own the sun and I can't raise the moonSo now as the darkness fallsLove is so hard won then over too soonAnd another cruel ending callsAll I can do is turn now to youHolding my hand to my heartAll that I know is I'm watching us growCloser and

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-60478909142586724702010-02-11T00:35:00.004+08:002010-10-18T21:52:43.147+08:00

Pure hearts stumbleIn my hands they crumbleFragile and stripped to the coreI can't hurt you anymoreLoved by numbersYou're losing life's wonderTouch like strangers, detachedI can't feel you anymoreThe sunshine trapped in our heartsIt could rise againBut I'm lost, crushed, cold and confused With no guiding light left insideYou were my guiding lightWhen comfort and warmth can't be found I still

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-89381924204556732492010-02-06T03:51:00.002+08:002010-02-06T04:06:11.132+08:00

I don't quite know how it happened, but I'd originally intended to blog (rave) about how awesome MUSE was on Wednesday, and bitch about the annoying opening bands, and of how it was so much fun screaming and singing and dancing with Fiona there, especially since it's been ages since we hung out.Somehow my original intentions have faded with the realization that although it's been almost three

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-13250715307780706242010-02-01T01:31:00.002+08:002010-02-01T01:45:39.223+08:00

Thus marks the end to yet another Joss Whedon show. Oh, the promise it had with its super-cool premise, before too many cooks with all sorts of ideas overspiced and ruined the broth.Perhaps if Whedon had been left to his own devices, the show might've turned out better than it did. Which leaves the question, is there a future for a Whedon project on network TV?But industry speculation aside,

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-9695071706031447342010-01-23T11:03:00.002+08:002010-01-23T11:32:43.050+08:00

The days have gotten longer and the nights shorter.Am literally sick, sniffling my life away and chewing/sucking all sorts of lozenges, in the hopes that I can get rid of this sore throat and flu with sheer force of will. Going to the doctors is pretty useless at this point, because he's just gonna give me meds that I'm already taking, and an MC that I can't use.I am in desperate need of new

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-39934014509921837572010-01-11T01:44:00.005+08:002010-10-18T21:53:03.377+08:00

This is not our favorite songBut the night is moving right alongMay I have your hand? May I have this dance?I sense that you are amusedBut you just bought those brand new shoesIt would be such a shame not to give us the chance.And oh, my loveThere's only so many dances we can take across the nightSo while it's just me and youI thought I might say to youYou put the beautiful in life.I know at

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-46563734037734767352009-12-25T23:53:00.002+08:002009-12-26T00:15:09.916+08:00

It's six minutes to the end of Christmas. This is a bittersweet time for me, because it's the end of my absolute favourite holiday of the year, and it'll be a whole year before Christmas comes around again. At the same time, today has been a very lovely Christmas day for me.Started Christmas day with midnight mass at the Carmelite Monastery, breaking tradition from my usual Holy Family midnight

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-56458426257237679862009-12-22T23:37:00.002+08:002009-12-23T00:01:32.454+08:00

There are those days when it seems everything's going just perfectly and smooth-sailing and all you feel like doing at the end of it is smile to yourself for a good day's work.Then there's those days where a million things happen at once and leaves you feeling so damn tired at the end of it, you just want to crash on your bed.Sad to say there's been more crappy than good days of late. Granted, a

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-29713746535948020162009-12-20T03:07:00.003+08:002009-12-20T03:14:21.864+08:00

Isn't it tiring to constantly be pissed at the world? Hearing never-ending gripes about how life sucks or people suck or how nothing works for you is such a drag. I mean, the occasional complaints are part and parcel of daily life, but it seems like all that comes out of your mouth is bitching about something that you're unhappy about. It's just so depressing. I feel tired for you, just listening

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-14897774567341938182009-12-08T20:57:00.003+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.729+08:00

It occurs to me that it's a good thing to be busy with work. At least then you're too busy to think about all sorts of things that are pointless to think about and only brings about a pathetic state of depression.So. It's a good thing that I'm busy with work. Plus it's work that I truly enjoy, so that's a nice added bonus. And a good distraction.I'm busy. I'm having fun.It's all good.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-44547210702389964122009-12-01T19:12:00.003+08:002009-12-01T19:37:35.826+08:00

It's December.The year seems to have gone by in a flash, and yet with the pace of a snail. Some days I remember vividly like it was just yesterday, others I wish I could completely forget.It's also been the year of changes. The biggest one being, of course, leaving school and entering the workforce. After 16 years of being stuck in an education system that has at times both satisfied and pissed

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-20186423711680392792009-11-25T11:18:00.002+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.730+08:00

A part of me is crazy excited about what's happening to you because you're the greatest, nicest, bestest person I know and I absolutely love you, but there's this small part of me that makes me wonder why not me too. And that just makes me feel even smaller. So. I will just hide this away like the worm I am and focus on the crazy excited part.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-87841217632089292622009-11-08T21:56:00.003+08:002009-11-08T22:04:09.251+08:00

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apartAnd baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heartBut your eyes are warning me this early morningThat my love's too big for you, my loveBaby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters meAnd makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens meI find you stunning, but you are running me downMy love's too big for you, my loveMy love's

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-67180448830038474532009-11-01T20:04:00.005+08:002009-11-01T20:15:44.417+08:00

Had my first TOFFEE NUT LATTE of the year today. Anyone worth calling yourself my friend should know what this means. Heh. Didn't manage to ask for extra sprinkles, mostly because it inadvertently became a free drink and I was kinda embarrassed to ask for extra sprinkles. However, that will definitely be rectified tomorrow morning. (It really is a bonus having a Starbucks situated directly en

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-39307858875690809302009-10-30T17:48:00.004+08:002009-10-30T18:11:29.911+08:00

Finally caught up on a number of the lower priority shows, one of which is One Tree Hill. For most of the season so far (and really, the series of late), the show's been a little draggy and too mired in their many convoluted stories. But the fact that the music is still excellent keeps me going. And once in a while, there comes an episode where something reminds me of why I always used to love

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-69591526354605989052009-10-22T11:50:00.002+08:002009-10-22T12:01:47.134+08:00

I don't know where I'm atI'm standing at the backAnd I'm tired of waitingWaiting here in lineHoping that I'll find what I've been chasingI shot for the skyI'm stuck on the groundSo why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall downI thought I could fly, so why did I drown?Never know why it's coming down, down, downNot ready to let goCause then I'd never know I could be missingI'm missing way too muchSo

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-7464114568787224082009-10-21T09:32:00.003+08:002009-10-21T09:47:24.663+08:00

I would seriously like to stop being the default go-to person for everything. It's bad enough that you guys randomly suggest things we should do and then skip happily along while automatically assuming that I will take care of everything.Now you're just submitting my email for all of this when there's a group email that was set up set up specifically for this. An email account that, might I add,

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-29354176517860333092009-10-12T14:35:00.004+08:002009-10-12T14:54:31.974+08:00

Spring: The blossoming of young puppy love, both surprising yet pleasant in its first discoveries, like the simple joy and beauty of seeing the first bloom of a flower in the grass.Summer: The frolicking sunny days and the short fun-filled nights like the summer flings of youths; going by too quickly for its time but a warm memory to look back on with fondness.Autumn: The turn of the weather

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-10673267248835687922009-10-09T19:38:00.004+08:002009-10-09T19:39:43.652+08:00

It occurs to me that nothing has exemplified the difference between where I was and where I am like today.And all I can say is, thank all the gods and heavens for this. :)

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-15845736749509352962009-10-08T23:02:00.002+08:002009-10-08T23:25:55.526+08:00

Presenting today's list of DVDs of 2009 films that I am anxiously awaiting/will soon be purchasing: (in alphabetical order)1. 500 Days of Summer2. The Brothers Bloom3. Coraline4. Star Trek5. Up(Incidentally, this is a list of movies I've already seen but would like to own on DVD. There's probably several other shows which I've yet to see -but would definitely like to see and eventually own- that

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-49054787012738628052009-10-05T01:31:00.000+08:002009-10-05T01:31:00.219+08:00

Just on a whim and after reading Seat42F's dateable girl list, here's my list.Rules:1. Can't be married ('cause that's just wrong)2. Can't be in high school ('cause hello paedophilia)3. Can't be robots or dead or not human ('cause that's creepy)(I'm cool with the workaholic thing. Grins.)So in no particular order:1. Zachary Levi: Chuck from ChuckTrue, the Intersect in his brain might have its

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-8032039352588165052009-10-04T13:38:00.003+08:002009-10-04T13:48:50.990+08:00

Somedays (most days, actually) I wish I lived in a place where there was a strong musical theatre scene, like New York or London. Or even some place where there were tons of musical workshops like Chicago and LA.However, since I live in a country where the musical scene is deader than a doornail (and that's putting it mildly), I have to make do with Youtubing.So, here are two videos of two

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-75487101597468488242009-10-01T12:14:00.002+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.731+08:00

So. Awkward moment last night.Thing is, if you really knew what was going on in my head, you'd probably be hoping for a different outcome.Sighs. Really wish I could move past this. I think I need to find my epiphany moment again.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-74625244469792181632009-09-29T17:13:00.002+08:002009-09-29T17:25:17.048+08:00

You calm the stormsAnd you give me restYou hold me in your handsYou won't let me fallYou steal my heartAnd you take my breath awayWould you take me inWould you take me deeper nowAnd how can I stand here with youAnd not be moved by you?Would you tell me how could it beAny better than this?everything.lifehouse.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-61814655249460765902009-09-22T11:13:00.003+08:002009-09-22T11:31:06.747+08:00

So. It's been three weeks.Have to say, it's been good. :)

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-1358937720452101132009-09-10T16:29:00.002+08:002009-09-10T16:33:13.398+08:00

love isn't an act. it's a whole life.it's staying with her now because she needs you;it's knowing you and she will still care about each other whensex and daydreams, fights and futures-when all that's on the shelf and done with.love-why, i'll tell you what love is:it's you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one,each of you listening for the other's step in the next room,each afraid that a sudden

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-80478463972676528842009-09-08T09:13:00.003+08:002009-10-04T13:51:24.975+08:00

Maybe I've lost it at lastMaybe my last lucid moment has passedI'm dancing with death I supposeBut really, who knows?Could be I'm crazy to goThey say you should stay with the devil you knowBut when life needs a changeAnd the one devil won'tYou fight to the devil you don'tMaybe/Next To Normal"Next To Normal"

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-8486308677084648512009-08-29T20:41:00.002+08:002009-08-29T20:49:12.864+08:00

After one whole quart of brandyLike a daisy, I'm awakeWith no Bromo-Seltzer handyI don't even shakeMen are not a new sensationI've done pretty well I thinkBut this half-pint imitationPut me on the blinkI'm wild again, beguiled againA simpering, whimpering child againBewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ICouldn't sleep and wouldn't sleepWhen love came and told me, I shouldn't sleepBewitched,

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-5772235391515314252009-08-10T21:41:00.004+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.732+08:00

i went days without thinking of youthen you made a guest appearance in my sleep last night(very much like christopher in lorelai's life)and all i could think of today was youi wish i could stop missing you

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-39187416906339843002009-08-04T10:17:00.003+08:002009-10-04T13:52:01.968+08:00

这一生 也在进取这分钟 却挂念谁我会说 是唯独你不失去好风光 似幻似虚谁明人生乐趣我会说为情为爱 仍然是对好光阴 纵然没太多一分钟 那又如何会与你共同度过 都不枉过疯恋多 错误更多如能从新做过我会说 愿能为你 提前做错谁比你重要 成功了败了 也完全无重要谁比你重要 狂风与暴雨都因你燃烧一追再追 只想追赶生命里一分一秒原来多么可笑 你是真正目标一追再追 追踪一些生活最基本需要原来早不缺少有了你 即使平凡也最重要只得你 会叫我方佛人群里最重要有了你 即使沉睡了 也在笑- 张国荣If you're wondering about my first - and possibly only - Chinese post, was re-watching 金枝玉叶 for like the hundredth time which this song is from and always,

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-45423755707010298152009-07-25T00:05:00.004+08:002009-07-25T16:34:57.171+08:00

I graduated today!And here's something to herald Convocation :)(Also because I think the BBC Proms '08 Last Night conductor and audience are just adorably lovely)And for all the non-classical music people - ♫ http://twt.fm/222517

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-17722081504328236332009-07-23T19:57:00.003+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.733+08:00

I don't know why you can't ever by just happy for me.I mean, first you're absolutely shocked when I get called back for anything, and now that something good has come out of it, all you can do is warn me not to get my hopes up.And let's not forget how you really love endlessly harping on what I've done wrong or failed at or whatever in the past.Seriously, what exactly would I have to do to make

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-6166250083629000402009-07-10T13:15:00.004+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.733+08:00

I don't understand how I'm back here again. I had the moment of epiphany. I'm supposed to be done with this.So how did you pull me back in again?

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-64623098553623101892009-07-03T12:20:00.002+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.734+08:00

I hate that what I really want to do is only going to disappoint you. I hate that I'm doing something that I feel absolutely miserable about just because of it.And I hate knowing the fact that despite me doing this, you're still going to think I don't measure up. Which, really, just makes life suck all around.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-24352387576328275262009-06-22T23:36:00.002+08:002009-06-22T23:42:56.535+08:00

...my newest music crush. They've got the most adorable sound, kinda Death Cab-y before they got all commercialized. Also reminds me of the charmingly cute music in the Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist soundtrack. Complete hearts for them :)"On The Wing""The Saltwater Room""Air Traffic"More about Owl City here.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-51166819874889325912009-06-17T21:48:00.004+08:002009-06-17T22:07:29.755+08:00

The CW's preview of its new show The Vampire Diaries is up on Youtube, and, oh my oh my oh my, Ian Somerhalder is just smokin' as Damon Salvatore.Wasn't too surprised to see a vampire show on a FTA network lineup considering the success of True Blood (dark and creepily cool) and Twilight (cotton candy for the brain - fluffy and of little substance).According to my research (ie What Wikipedia Says

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-87268231965795301012009-06-11T22:26:00.002+08:002009-12-08T21:03:23.735+08:00

Am now at a place where a part of me has become just completely...disillusioned, I suppose. Or maybe that's not the right word, since I honestly had absolutely no illusions whatsoever when I chose to do this. But this is like the point past disillusionment and straight into this black pit of despair.It sucks wide when you're forced to entertain the whims and fancies of princesses that have done

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-65869064066101747642009-06-09T12:15:00.002+08:002009-06-09T12:17:33.818+08:00

Making a quick blog-stop just to say:YAY FEDERER WON THE FRENCH OPEN!!And wheeee for the awesome CAREER GRAND SLAM :)

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-35345609894308021512009-05-30T09:40:00.002+08:002009-05-30T09:42:56.861+08:00

Introducing my new internet addictions:- The Penny Arcade Comics by Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins. Absolutely love their tongue-in-cheek snarky comments on all things techy, geeky and nerdy.- Someecards for the words you've always wanted to say, but simply couldn't.- And, of course, YouTubing the previously mentioned absolutely fantabulously amazing PS22 Chorus.In movie news, saw Angels and

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-41823181986364452562009-05-26T11:58:00.003+08:002009-05-26T12:01:07.323+08:00

From the PS22 Chorus, an elementary school choir in New York. Just play and be blown away.For more information, click here.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-88234529759144449522009-05-25T08:22:00.003+08:002009-05-25T08:25:35.092+08:00

Holy crapazoni! Check out this fan-made trailer for the Green Lantern movie with Nathan Fillion as Hal Jordan/Green Lantern:Seriously, it's so impressively edited. If I hadn't recognized clips from Star Trek and other action films, I just might've believed it to be real. Am in awe.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-346234446171744502009-05-24T23:47:00.004+08:002009-05-25T00:09:57.011+08:00

I have discerned one of the reasons why men become bosses (Not better bosses. Just bosses.) while women don't.Women are anal. And I say that in the nicest, sincerest, most complimentary way.See, the thing about men is they know how to shirk responsibility delegate. They just simply don't give a blessed damn about what details need to be done. They only care that the end goal is achieved somehow (

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-53874535176479440272009-05-18T01:39:00.003+08:002009-05-18T01:49:18.913+08:00

Here we are at lastThe moment soon will passWe'll go our separate waysWe'll vanish in the hazeWe'll never be the sameWe'll forget each others' namesWe'll grow old and lose our hairIt's all downhill from thereBut tonight we'll reach for the starsWe'll rent expensive carsAnd dream our dreams of a perfect nightAnd we'll sing our prom themeHere we are at lastRunning out of gasThe air is getting

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-45628826029124740712009-05-16T19:32:00.002+08:002009-05-16T19:41:29.611+08:00

I hold in my hands the LIMITED EDITION of Jason Mraz's We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things album, inside which consists of the album itself, the three EPs (1. We Sing 2. We Dance 3. We Steal Things), and - the best part of it all - THE LIVE CONCERT DVD!bounceshrieksqueewhooohaahhhh!Ahem.This has obviously renewed my groupiehood status towards the genius that is MRAZ. And makes for many many

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-11130581568396509372009-05-13T22:10:00.002+08:002009-05-13T22:35:15.321+08:00

It just occurred to me that the month of May has been a sorta deja vu month.There's the familiarity of being back at work a year after leaving, where flashes from 17 months ago suddenly hit you with an odd sense of surreality. And the fact that there are so many familiar faces around (albeit no longer under a factually pressuring thumb) just adds to it all. It's actually been pretty fun with the

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-84701212058940244972009-05-13T16:54:00.003+08:002009-05-13T17:02:41.120+08:00

Has anyone noticed how certain bus services have nice shiny new buses? Like 36 and 48, where the air-con works and the seats aren't dirty/gross/broken/all of the above.And then there are buses like 179 and 93 that are perpetually dingy and battered and completely not air-conditioned, which makes for SUCH great fun on hot humid days.And now guess which bus services I take to work and school (i.e.

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-59297642120983609292009-05-11T01:01:00.005+08:002009-05-11T01:41:31.844+08:00

Just came back from Star Trek. Am still rather blown away. Also am looking at Fringe in a whole new light, considering the Fringe creative team pretty much delivered Star Trek. Not only does JJ Abrams have truly impressive directorial chops, Roberto Orci & Alex Kurtzman delivered a pretty fab storyline.Also, the film has got the most brilliant sound editor. That was some excellent sound editing

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-5736978689639787032009-05-08T00:21:00.002+08:002009-05-08T00:33:46.341+08:00

This road is anything but simple, twisted like a riddleI've seen high and I've seen lowSo loud, the voices over my doubtsAre telling me to give upTo pack up and leave townBut even so I have to believeImpossible means nothing to meSo can you lift me up and turn the ashes into flamesCos I have overcome more than words will ever sayAnd I've been given hope that there's a light on up the hallAnd that

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-3991393696061195192009-05-05T22:31:00.002+08:002009-05-05T22:49:32.201+08:00

Just because I can't muster up an interest in either the Isabel Allende or Joy Fielding books that you bought, you think I'm limited?!First off, let me just say that I've read many books over the years for school or class or work, and not all of them were great books to read (ahem Abraham's Promise). So if I'm gonna be reading a book voluntarily, it better be a book that interests me from the get

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-78099868022554662162009-05-02T11:08:00.003+08:002009-05-02T11:10:14.877+08:00

*hearts* for the new Switchfoot song to be released on the album after the next :) Absolutely cannot wait for Hello Hurricane and Vice Verses to come out! Beams

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-13148770749354950592009-05-01T19:17:00.004+08:002009-05-01T19:21:01.121+08:00

Been having the most ridiculous neck cramp these past two days. Seriously. All I did was wake up, turn my head and *bampf* neck cramp. For TWO frickin days. Been walking around with my head pathetically tilted to one side and not being able to turn more then 45 degrees to any side. I've been getting a lopsided view of the world.Seriously. This is just plain ridiculous. I mean, all I did was wake

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-73669371212115298042009-04-28T11:27:00.005+08:002009-04-28T11:36:36.430+08:00

My empty room crowded too soonLook for the fire escapePicture myself running like hellMaking my getawayThe walls are caving in with no warningThe ship is sinking, I gotta swim for itI'm running out of airBreak me out tonightI wanna see the sun rising anywhere but hereCome with me, oh this could beThe only chance we get, we gotta take itDon't do it now, we'll never make itLose this crowd, oh break

xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07348934871237376533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369790.post-26925302060625211302009-04-22T17:38:00.006+08:002009-04-22T18:01:37.414+08:00

So. Am officially done with school (for the forseeable future anyway).Feels kinda nondescript. Might be due to the lack of sleep from mugging like a maniac into the wee hours of the past five nights. Hm.On the bright side, am starting to catch up with all my shows again:Chuck as usual, was hilariously fabulous, with Chuck vs. the Colonel giving one hell of a game-changing twist that just ROCKS.

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