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Thursday, February 28, 2008

EAGLES - Desperado

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You've been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh you ain't getting no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well,
That's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late




nice song, this is.
hurr. i really dont want my ppr to jump off the building anymore.
and i'm still terrified of you, little though i want to admit it.




Tuesday, February 19, 2008

so once again we're back to picking up the pieces.
scrambling to rebuild a crumbling wall, which reveals the ugly secrets it's been trying so hard to conceal from the world.
i guess they think we havent got a clue.
but we've got loads of clues, and it aint pretty.

theres no single root of the problem, is there?
you want quality, not quantity.
you dont want the blind running around in circles trying to save the rest of the blind, but thats just how it is.
and those who probably have the means to see,
they're blindfolding themselves and giving directions to those running around in circles.
either that or they're calling out directions while their back's facing the scene.

now lets actually try and learn something useful,
rather than looking in the mirror and thinking how perfect you are,
when the glory of others shines so brightly behind you that the mirror is an opaque sheet of gold.




Tuesday, February 12, 2008

a rather queer exchange in the top deck of the 76 bus:

tomoe: are you saying that we shouldn't get married?
jazzie: no, because homo marriages arent really accepted in singapore.

*cue short pause while me and jazzie wait for tomoe to get the joke, and tomoe attempts to comprehend the joke*

*cue burst out laughing*

jazzie: oh, you weren't referring to us?
tomoe: us in GENERAL!!! (as in, you know, humans in general)

and tomoe has a new nickname called 桃子 (:
although most peaches are sweet unlike her.

i need to go for facial expressions training, apparently.
its not very flattering to be told that your particular expression looks like either of theirs.
haii.


i am still rather proud that my brain age is 38 years old (:
considering that the minimum is 20, and that my other cousin who is an ex stnicks girl got SIXTY-NINE.


你这个感性装理性的人，不要再装了！
haha.

EDIT:
another somewhat amusing exchange.

jazzie: i see my maid for about six to seven hours per day on average.
me (after some thought): i see my maid for about five seconds per day on average.

well, you try communicating with her and see how you fare. those five seconds will always be the most agonizing five seconds of my every day.

i shall now leave you with the most hilarious 4 minutes and 34 seconds i have encountered in a long time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksw2UqTyhhc


kudos for the effort, but sometimes it's just still not enough.




Friday, February 01, 2008

louisa// hey whatever. says:
someone who isnt predisposed to like ____________, yes?

tomoe/ i'm flat on the floor with my head down low. says:
like ahh uhm yes!

louisa// hey whatever. says:
so i was quite right, wasnt i? haha um i think i was right haha


i LOL-ed so much at tomoe's "like ahh uhm yes"

my mum thought i'd gone mad, just when i'd commented earlier that i seemed to be the only sane one sitting at the same table with two mad people.

cos my dad was coming up with some random unspoken family rules like "happy mum = happy family" and "what mum wants, mum gets".
and my mum was complaining about how the pussy willow was starting to look like a worm cos it was growing long and furry.
and then dad and mum started arguing about why my mum called it a WORM and not a CATERPILLAR.

anyway.
i cant say i would never have believed you would do this kind of thing.
i wouldnt dare say it for fear of having my nose grow longer.
i dont think i managed to protect myself from you, no.
but the best that can be said is that i at least escaped the appalling damage you inflicted on your own conscience.

(all right, so the above line sounds a bit like dumbledore's, but heck, he's an impressive guy)

and tomoe has an uncanny knack for blogging on thursdays.
she is too obsessed with T.
hoho.