Tallulah

Remember when we used to look how the sun sets far away?
And how you said: "This is never over."
I believed your every word and I guess you do it too,
But now you're saying: "Hey, let's think this over."

You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you,
I have a feeling you don't have the words.
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don't look back 'cause I am crying...

I remember little things, you hardly ever do.
Tell me why?
I don't know why it's over.
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night.
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me.

You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me.
I have a feeling you don't know what to do.
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words, and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven.

I see you walking hand in hand, with long-haired drummer of the band.
In love with her or so it seems, he's dancing with my beauty queen.
Don't even dare to say you 'hi', still swallowing the goodbye,
But I know the feelings still alive,
Still alive.

(solo guitar)

I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now.
I'll always love you, no matter what you do.
I'll win you back for me if you give me a chance,
But there is one thing you must understand.

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be...

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be...


Sonata Arctica, a quartet of the best song-writers.

The Prayer of Serenity:

God, grant me the serenity,

To accept the things I cannot change;

Courage to change the things I can;

And wisdom to know the difference.



Living one day at a time;

Enjoying one moment at a time;

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world,

As it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right,

If I surrender to His Will;

That I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with Him,

Forever in the next.


Amen.


This came to me by chance when i needed this most, i hope you will find this useful. It's not many people who think i'm spiritual and things, but i stick to God with my heart. I do hope this helps you in times of darkness, as miracles do happen, really.

One already just happened to me.

The Love Box.

Hey.

It's the holidays, really, it's more like prison sentence than holidays.

Welcome to Camp Green Lake.

No, you don't dig holes here, you just get owned by your mom everyday.

Oh well.

My Electric Red5 is coming in a week or 2!

Oh, and i decided that her name shall be Felicity.

No, not to make ivor jealous over some Felicia Chin.

Here:

n. pl. fe·lic·i·ties:
1.
a. Great happiness; bliss.
b. An instance of great happiness.

2. A cause or source of happiness.

3.
a. An appropriate and pleasing manner or style: felicity of expression.
b. An instance of appropriate and pleasing manner or style.

Yup, Felicity. I think it's a cool name.

Now, to make Ivor jealous (as he always teases me - for goodness sake, stop!):



Yes, yes, ivor, drool.

Haha, don't use too much tissues in your Ivor's Happy Time, save the trees!

Haha.

Enjoy.

Oh, boy, wasn't that good.

One more:


Don't stare at details, vor.

The freaking hills aren't really alive.

Cause if they were it'll be quite scary.

Like some freaking Bukit Timah Hill chasing the crap out of you.

"You fed the monkey, remember?!" - shouts Bukit Timah.

Oh well.

But then again, i don't think people during Rodger and Hammerstein's time minded hills chasing the lights out of them.

If they did, why would Maria be singing about them?

Haha.

Did you actually realise, that Maria has an orchestra stalking her?

Somehow, wherever she went, the minute she started singing, there was an orchestra backing her vocals.

So, indirectly, i happen to be part of the group of Freaking Stalkers.

Yes, Freaking Stalkers - Notated with a higher case F and S.

When she sand on the hill, there was The Hill Orchestra.

When she sang in the mansion, there was the Mansion Somewhere Random Orchestra.

When she was getting dressed, there was the Maria Is Changing Orchestra.

Ooh.

Guess it's not bad being in the Maria Is Changing Orchestra, eh?

Haha.

Whoops! If it was the original Maria,i think i might have puked.

Oh well.

So much for balaclavas.

Ad: Anyone needing a DJ for a great rave? DJ Soundtolife, bouncing into earth. Winter, 08' (Hopefully).

Yes, in case you didn't know, it doesn't snow in Singapore.

It just freaking rains the s*** out of the sky.

Another ad: Anyone requesting an electric violinist for a rock band? Coming, early Winter, 08'.

Then you can sing: Stop Turn Take A Look Around At All The Lights And Sounds.

Yes?

Haha.

I can't wait for it to arrive.

Ooh.

Hello, sandra (who popped a flashing orange section on my startbar.)

Okay, i think this is where i conclude.

Ta-dah.

Angry (feet).

A little poem, from Tim Minchin.

Watch it on the big video thingy on my blog.

(The first lyrics/poem pasting on my blog....)

Sometimes I get a bit angry
But you couldn't tell, no you couldn't tell
Unless you looked real closely
Sometimes I get a bit angry
But it's alright, yes it's alright
Cause I keep it out of sight
Inside, deep inside

I breast fed 'till I was nine
(I breast fed 'till I was nine, 'till I was nine)
Which my (quack) Doctor says is fine
And he, also says I deal with anger better
If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter

My mother was a (stupid bitch) caring lady
She taught me all I know
Although I was a little slow, she never gave up
She never let me (slut) down
Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbors house
When my dad was out of town

I didn't walk 'till I was 7
Or talk 'till I was 10
But neither did Napoleon according to my (quack, fucking) Doctor
Who has certificates in frames to substantiate his (dodgy, fucking) claims

My father left my mother for the love of (poontang) another
And I have a (bastard) brother
Who I've never really known
Because me dad moved up to Queensland
And he doesn't have a (bullshit you fat fuck) telephone

In primary school I had trouble making (ashtrays) friends
An issue which has become somewhat of a trend
The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me
Although my (quack fucking) Doctor says it's cool
And that loads of (fat prick, shut up I'm not fat) Kids at school
Have problems with communication
And that of course some medication would be wise
And combined with more honest self expression
Could help me with my issues with emotional repression
And at 180 bucks a session
I think I'll take the (thieving fat bastard) chap's advice
I quite like (porn) photography
And books on (guns) history
And I'd like to be a (politician) vet
And I feel as I get older
I'm more in control of my violent tendencies
And when I die (kill) die
I'll have no regrets

And I feel that all this writing
Is really (poofy) Exciting
And my (quack... quack) Doctor would be proud
Because I feel a lot less angry
And I'm saying stuff out loud
And I'm letting anger out

Like today in our last session
When I taught the (quack) a lesson
'Cause he said I'm not progressing
Said I wasn't moving forward
So I said
"Let's see how you move without your fucking legs"
And I tied him to his chair
And I pulled out my machete
And I listened to him beg
And then I cut his fucking feet off
While he laid there bleeding
I used his feet to kick him in the head


Enjoy. I love this poem.

I'm Blue (ba da dee)

Hey people, again.

My headache sucks.

Anyway, wonderful job to all those in the blue team - we made a debut in history.

Haha.

Can you imagine us in photographs and stuff on our kid's, kid's Social Studies textbook?

Wow. That would be a big surprise.

But definitely better off than the crap that goes into World History books.

Know why?

(Ask me, ask me!)

Because.....

The topics involve ME.

Haha.

Oh dear, i'm gradually turning into Paulina Wong.

*ahem*ANNE*cough*MARIE*ahem*

Haha.

The world is silent.

Except occassionally, with the mumble through my headphones.

Oh, well.

There isn't much to post about, expecially due to the fact that my head is probably cracking into two pieces.

Oh, oh.

The OMFG 4X400 relay.

Mens, that is.

Vorvor Painful Tan,

Ryan Lin Shou,

Gerahrahrah Lamefish,

and,

Donny (OMG like some rocket or something.)

Haha.

Ok, shit, PAINPAINPAIN.

I'm Alright.

Hey, again.

So much for NOT being in Sumatra.

I'm disinfecting my computer now.

Taking ages.

But hey! Guess what?

I found (so far):

5,860 files,

Infected (yes, yes),

With Trojan Horse.

"BOOM", i said when i saw that.

No, it's not from porn or anything.

The best part is, it came from my Runescape file.

The rest just came from Frostwire.

Boom.

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Gotta start work, soon.

Oh well.

Better start now, anyway.


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Torture Time.

Today is dreadful.

Everyone (mostly) is going to Sumatra.

I'm not.

Not because i don't want to, but my mom doesn't allow.

Well, perry isn't interested in going...

I wish i could swap places with him.

Haiz.

Is there a difference between love and care?

Is there a difference between lust and hate?

Is there a difference between revenge and being enemies?

I'm lost.

He's gone, she's gone too.

You're going.

I really hope the next week gives hope to me.

I'm worried i won't get my 10%.

I'm more worried i break down into something i wish not to be.

As My F****** Homework Gently Weeps.

Hi, again.

Do you guys find my blog too brightly coloured?

I think it's too bright.

Should i change it? I mean, white and blue....

Not good for the depressed state of mind.

Looks sickly too, overly gay.

Like Mika trying to hump a duck.

No, as in a white duck with a beak. Not a human version.

Haiz.

Welcome to my life. Woot.

Before i bore you guys out with boredom, today was sick.

Like, sick.

Started like as if you kicked a rabbit 20 times in the balls.

Ended like you shot the flaming rabbit in the balls.

With a rubber band.

Yahya would know what it feels like.

Oh, oh.

For those who didn't know, i shot him, right in the center of his blazing nutsack with a rubber band sponsored by Ben Chen.

- you pronounce the 'b' in his name as 'stupid-b' -

So, ultimately, his name is pronounced as stupid-b-en chen.

Oh, well. Classic shots aside, debate was quite a wonderful experience.

Thanks those who were listening.

Or was i bloody boring?

Anyway, beats Legion of....


of...

Marianne.

I was going to say Legion of Flaming Angels, but then it would sound too...

Death metal-ish.

Like the growling type.

With the mainly unhearable lyrics.

That are like 3 sentences long.

But make up a 4 minute song or so.

Oh well, i think i infected a few songs today with emotions.

Won't be listening to them in a while.

Other than Lollipop - Mika.

The coolest, most disturbing song in the history of mankind.

Other than Aaron Neville.

I swear, he is disturbing.

Another disturbing thing would be chinese homework.

Did the guy who invented that blasted language really think he died with honour?

I mean, he brought an unstoppable hell into the world.

Like: ROAR, HELL BREAKS FREE WITH CHINESE.

Roar.

I wouldn't go on any further.

Coz i heard 2 people got hospitalized trying to learn the language.

They spoke 3 words each, then one of them jumped out of the window.

The other clapped his hands.

Until they broke.

The Paramedics tried to make him stop clapping, but he couldn't.

It's worse than the Shanti virus.

The one on heroes?

Yeah, today's episode was tragic.

Like, tragic, tragic.

-The disinfecting bit could have been nicer.-

Aah, but then again, national tv.....

Haiz.

Do you think my blog will get suspended for mentioning national tv?

It's ok, i don't think so.

Probably only Ivor will get caught.

Because, if i stood next to him, the police will bash him up because they're intimidated, then they will arrest him.

If i gave Vorvor Painful Tan a flick in the tits,
(some which he aspires to grow big someday)


(which he enjoys giving, only to boys for some reason...)

He will scream, then after the arrest, i'll get an award for bravery of catching a guy *ahem* Questions his sexuality *ahem*, and i will also get...

Erm...

Ice cream and 40 virgins?

I think the virgins replace the need for Ha, ha, ha.

Probably better than Ha, ha, ha anytime.

What was the line? Something to do with ice cream and pleasure?

Oh, you use the ice cream to coat your partner all over (and under), then you lick it all up.

Wouldn't that be awfully sticky?

Oh, but then again, at the climax, i think the result will look the same.

Vanilla creamie on tits....mmm.

It's like sinful, and sinful.

But wouldn't the ice cream make you bloody cold?

It's like putting a naked woman into a freezer of...

Hmm....naked men?

Forget it.

Ok, i think i released quite a fair bit of humour (hopefully you laughed at some point) into today's most depressing post.

Or the wannabe emo post.

"I can have a dark side, if you want me too..."

So, what are you doing today?

What did you eat for lunch?

I ate a monster.

As Shakespearean english puts it:

Thou consumeth of one single, longeth, monsterous cocketh.
The Beast of which it was.
Stickyness shooting from itself, all over thine moutheth.
Liketh Spiderman makingth loveth to fair Mary-Janeth, in bondage.

Psst! (thick, white, sticky web shoots out from Spidey.)

Ooh!

Can you imagine how painful it'll be for poor Peter (Parker) if he's in spidey outfit and he has a boner?

Ouch, poor boy.

Worse, if someone hot offered to give him a little wank if he could get his little furry python out in 3 seconds.

Aww man!

It's like:


1....(no!)....2...(hold on!!)

3!

(Here!)

Too late wanker! You furry cracked arsehole!

Ok. Right.

I think this post is detiorating into bits.

Of fluff, and bodily fluids.

Like kinky and pillow fights.

Ok, here begins the next day....

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

HAPPY NEW DAY!

0000 hrs.

I think this means i have to go....

Not to personally wank myself silly.

But to ensure Brandon Young doesn't let his little snake run free in the night.

Up into men's moneymakers.

Ooh.

Bribe Santa now, for a Hayden Panettiere for X'mas.

Hey, all.

Get down on your feet.

And sing.

EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

(guitar bit, for the next 6+ seconds)

Sing again, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

Haha.

Let's Not Thank God It's Sunday.

NTGIS.

School, school coming tomorrow.

Oh gosh.

Pray music doesn't skin my....

Tits.

Anyway, the holidays were pretty fine.

Not too bad, not too good.

Productive?

Debatable.

Oh, speaking of debate, i wonder how the JTo's are doing.

Point, sir.

Nono, madam.

Today, we had a debate in cat class.

Can you believe it?

Haha.

It was like:

Teach - "Ok, now, here's the scenario."

"Your best friend just stole your boyfriend (or girlfriend) away. Should you forgive your friend, or not?"

Class: Erm...hmm...

The opposing side: "No, don't forgive your friend, coz he/she's in the wrong."

Me: "Aiyah, forgive him la. After all, i'm hot, sexy, smart, my girlfriend sure will come back one la..."

- Clap, clap, clap -

Of course, that round was given to our team, coz the other team couldn't think of something better *ahem*worse*ahem* to say.

Haha.

Here ends Sunday.

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(BUT WE STILL FOUND OUT ANYWAY.)

This message was brought to you by the Lamefish.

Did i spell any name wrongly? I'm so sorry.

I got 'Charkwayteow-ed' in The Retreat.

By the tall guy and the not so tall guy.

It wasn't very nice.

Though pretty sensual.

Haha.

Has any of my posts been this long so far?

So sorry if your com lagged.

And even more, terribly sorry if i pushed Phelps off the list.

Aww, don't cry.

Here's a tissue, just make sure you use it to wipe your tears, not some other bodily fluid.

Yes, yes.

Welcome.

I was going to use a smiley, but then, it would have been the first smiley of this blog (or so i presume.)

So i'm going to make it grand.

- Drum roll -

"And now, for the first smiley of The Post..."

(and the audience leans forward, the cameras inching to catch every single movement.)

[=

"Oh, my, GOODNESS!"

(The crowd starts roaring.)

The Manager: "Come on, Lamefish, get out there and take a bow...you deserve it."

- <>< Bows. -

Ok, that was pure fun.

Retarded-ly fun.

Anyway, before i bore you guys to death.

Hereth endeth thou posteth.

Enjoyeth.

Moving on now....

Hmm,

Hmm,

Hmm,

Hmm.

Alright. i need to think of something to write.

Hmm.

Ok, i think i need more brains.

Yes, yes, i think that's a beautiful way to begin the post.

Otherwise, this might work:

Hi.

Sup?

(ceiling.)

Right.

Headache, headache. Seriously, i have no idea what to do.

Biology test tomorrow.

Wonderful.

Like chalk and chips.

"Bring out the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!"

Well, i don't suppose you'll be eating the chips, if it had chalk on it...

But then again, i'm not making any much sense, am i.

Yes, yes.

Alright, i really need to rest someday.

*sometime today, preferably.

Ivor, good job.

You were breathing well today.

Keep it up.

Sorry, random.

Waterbug.

No, i'm not gay.

Michael Fred Phelps.

No <3's behind his name,

Perhaps only applying to one person, so far.

Known as The Baltimore Bullet,

Holds 13 gold medals from the Olympics

23 years young, 30 June 1985.


" Nevermind, i know that he'll take a jet back for me(: "

Said Louisa Quek Hui Lin.
Probably drooling all over her keyboard now.

Control is the key. And try to rehydrate while losing all that saliva.

Yes, please.

Waterproof computers would be good in situations like this.



(Here) ---->

Biological diagram to show adominal muscle structure of a human.

Oh, don't stand on ceremony.

Please, feel free to touch your monitor.

" Michael is on tv<3 omg omg omg "
- no prize for guessing who -

And, if you're Paul Wong, you're invited to stare.

For once it's not rude.

A biology hands-on lesson.



People say swimmers are clothes hangers.

Everything they wear looks good.

No, i did not make this up.

Phelps just proved the point.

Temperature rising?

" Michael!<3 "

Wait, is that a tattoo of the Olympics Logo on the right side of his hip?!

I think my blog has just became the most frequented blog.

Louisa, bad for health.



Patriotic. By the Famous Stars And Stripes safely wrapping dignity.


Oh? Whoops. I'm sorry.

Nah, relax. It's not over.

Not to worry, just a Speedo Athelete Beach Day.

Pose, pose.

" He's on fire <3 "

Sunnies, sunnies.

Check out the medals.

I think Michael's got too many to bring.


Stop and stare.

Yup, it's him.

You can compare the abs.

(Rehydrate!)

Wow.

In your face, Louisa Quek Hui Lin.

This concludes Sigmund Freud's chapter of Human Psychosexual Development.

Oh, dear.

Time to move on now.




Just another cute face.

Kawaii?

Haha.

Probably one of Louisa's favourite pictures.





i think he must have seen himself in a mirror. "Ooh! Who's that hot guy?"



"Now, that guy looks awfully like me!"
"Goodness me, Louisa might be nuts over the wrong guy!"




Not just the regular ice cream brain.

Wonder what's going through his mind?

Thinking: Stop staring at me! I'm trying to concentrate!




"Go sexy!" Haiyoo. Must i still mention who?

Ans: asiuoL

(In case you didn't get it, spell it B-A-C-K-W-A-R-D-S.)


Cool down now.....Deep breaths...keep your heart from stopping....


Then shout:


Encore, encore.

Inspired?

(see previous title.)

"On Santa's lap, tell him you want a Vanessa for X'mas."

Haha. I love hintful titles.

*hint, hint*

In case you didn't get the hint, there is no hint.

Never mind.

Today, as usual, nothing very special.

I'll let the day pass by.

Of course, while, you let the blog heading sink into your head...

I won't mind getting a Vanessa for X'mas.

Haha.

Umm-pah-pah.

"A star is rising, in the east...over Singapore."

(heartbeat)

Signalling the coming of a messenger...

(boom, boom)

A messenger who brings the news of song...

(scared breathing sound)

The Red Violinist: Coming December 2008.

(bass drum whack.)

Be prepared.

Haha. Sounded like a new movie is coming to cinemas.

Well, hopefully, someday, i get to direct a film.

Yeah.

Like: High School Musical 18 or something.

Oceans 73, directed by Gerard Lee.

I like that. Haha.

Eccentric.

Somehow, the word eccentric looks to me like 'egg' and 'electric'.

Otherwise, here ends the post.

Short?

(boom, boom)

Coming soon.

Captain Cockblocker!

Hey.

Long day today.

I'd love to type you guys a post, but i can't, coz the tips of my fingers basically got burnt off my sand.

It's painful when you type, you know.

Oh, well.

School's in, 1 more day.

I'm mixed about it.

Happy? Or not?

Details, coming right up!

Don't go away, i'll be back in a moment, right after a (finger) break!

Stay tuned....

See the Cbox.

Hey, again.

Well, my Cbox is up!

There's not much to say, well, considering the time....

But, i'll tag tomorrow. Haha.

If, i can.

Well, I'm gonna be blowing my ass off tomorrow.

SPAR WITH RAFFLES INSTITUTION.

It's so...crazy, it's like trying to play Rock, Paper, Scissors with a mirror.

And, even more to likeness, there's not gonna be a score man, i think.

Well, as Zac Efron likes to say, in High School Musical....:

"It's a closed practice."

Extreme Makeover: Season 1

Hey! hey!

Like my new blog?

I got it...erm.....reclothed!

Haha.

No, it didn't use to be nude or something...

Sicko! Haha.

"Erm, sorry, sorry, didn't mean to offend you or anything..."

I was describing myself! Don't take it personal!

Haha. Aww man.....

Ok, a solid hour of Pablo Francisco?

You basically suffocate yourself for more than 4 mins.

I'm not dead, really!

Really!

Wait. Sorry, rephrase that.

I'm not dead yet!

You know, it's sweet 16 for my High School Musical 2 play-counter.

I swear, it had better end soon man. I'm going c-r-azy!

-Plays on his rubik's cube-

Back!

Hey, hey!

Do you know? My rubik cube does eerything but turn?

It's gof f****** lights on it?!

And it beeps like a spoilt techno machine.

"boom-ss-boom-ss-boom..."

Haha.

Anyway, the poll, is officially up! I added a few pictures too, so, please, please, please tell me if you are able to view them!

I've seen problems with some computers coz they can't view my pictures...

Dang!


Haha. Added another picture here, hope it works...

Anyway, yeah. It's Mark Wood, on a twin neck Viper.

Hoping to see some of that in real life man.

"It's like so....fuck yeah!"

Damn, my blog needs a cardboard man.

Sorry guys! Inside joke.

Well, to make things short, i need a guy holding a placard saying *beep* or some shit, you know?

Haha.

Anyway, yeah. i don't really know what to say man. But keep those opinions going man! I need my poll to give me some results man!

I'm off to China now anyway, on my foolscap pad.

Boom.

Little Tortilla Boy

Hey, just because my post title isn't high school musical-ly, doesn't mean it stopped.

Status: Watched it, knew it, 15 times over.

It's my new record for the number of times i've watched something.

Well, of course, my playcount for Mika - Love Today, has definitely overshot 60...

But, don't blame me! I left my com on.

Well, hey! The point is, i'm still watching High School Musical 2! Even now!

So, to be nice, let's just count it as...16 times.

By the way, i need help.

I'm pulling a poll, but not those blogger sidebar types.

Just do the following:

1. go to www.woodviolins.com

2. hit (click) the products page tab.

(you don't have to click any particular model)

3. after clicking the word 'products', take a CLOSE look at the models.

4. make a decision between the Viper, or the Sabre.

5. be nice, and tell me your opinion by tagging my cbox.

6. also, if you wanna be extra nice, give me ideas on the colour.

(ideas can be found in the 'Gallery' page:)

http://www.woodviolins.com/gallery/view_album.php?set_albumName=Custom-Finishes

Yeah. That's the poll.

Haha.

Anyway. Nothing going so far, during the holidays.

But, i must admit, LLTC was a very....inspiring experience.

"It's not over, Lasallian. It's just beginning to happen."

Always lead, to make THE difference, guys! (And, 7 girls.)

And, erm, Kris, if you happen to be reading this, sorry for what happened that night man.

I know, the guys were all nuts. Thank God you were there, or the gayness would have gone till.....next year.

Also, if you noticed what i was wearing, yep. Sorry about that too. Hahahahahaha.

Anyway, erm. yeah. there's not much interesting in my life.

Wait!?

What life?!

"Bet on it, bet on it..."

Haha.

High School Musical 2 crazy, day number something.

Well, i have to admit, i'm really nuts over it.

What can i say?

BUT: I'm not gay.

Yet.

Dang! I'm stuck on this 'yet' thing.

"Hmm.....me llevas tu!"

Ok, the High School Musical bug has hit me man.

In different languages too.

Ok, i need stop....

Vanessa Hudgens is getting into my head.

Really, i'm listening to her songs like a maniac.

I don't think i've ever been stuck on a topic for so long.

"We've gotta work, work, work this out..."

Haha.

Ok, i'm gonna stop here.

Haha.

"Your harmony's a melody..."

"Echo....something, something, something..."

Just watched HSM2 (High School Musical 2) twice in a row.

I swear it's beautiful.

BUT i have to agree, Troy, is kinda gay.

Gay, gay, gay.....

"When i hear my favourite song..."

Haha. I'm a bit damaged...

THIS IS ALL YOR FAULT SHARPAY.

I swear, it's disturbing.

Like _________(type your own name here.)

OK, ok, ok......joking....

"She's a mountain lion, make sure you don't pet it..."

Hehe.

Anyway, school's out for all of us man, so i'm chilling out, possible....90% of the time.

"What time is it?!"

Well, at least, it's summer 24/7 in Singapore, so no difference.

But here's the holiday equation for me:


Let holidays be '(x)':

x = { [ relax time - friends + (sob, sob)] X the fact that i can't see someone.. }

Yeah, and i call the final answer to the equation:

Ans: [ ): ] X googolplex.

Well, don't ask me what googleplex means, coz you won't wanna know how many naughts there are in a googol.

"Look at me and what do you see? Intelligence beyond compare...."

Haha. The perfect timing for the perfect lyrics.

Oh, well. I have no idea where to start the next line.

But, looking at what i just said, i guess i already began the next line.

Sheesh.

ADV: go check out www.lambian.blogspot.com for some singlish inspiration.

- This message is brought to you by: The Rapping Lamb Ate Cheese.-

Haha. Guess we're back to square one.

Well, the holidays have been fine so far, nothign much very interesting happening.

Yet.

But hey.....life sucks for now. No friends, no GIRLfriend, no damn nothing, really.

Just me, and....my legion of 'imaginary friends'.

And mom, of course.

DEMON!

(I mean, it's not nice having someone breathing fire down your neck everyday...)

Well, at least the house hasn't burned down.

Yet.

But, somehow, i seem to still be here, well.

"Everything's FABULOUS, that's my simple request..."

I wish.

The moment i pick up my guitar, i can already smell somethin burning.

That's how bad it gets.

*sniff, sniff*

Yeah, something's burning.

As usual.

CAUTION: When approaching mom, try not to get ass scorched, nice and crispy.

"Humuhumunukunukuapua'a!"

Ok, that doesn't really make sense with the lines.

Hey, but still, there are some lines that do make tons of sense, like this one! :

"I long to free a truly remarkable fish, my sweet prince."

and, and...

"Come to me, my sweet one, and be still, I'll grasp your tail and stroke each tender gill, my sweet prince."

Ok, maybe not that one. That one's disturbing.

Or maybe not.....(hehe.)

How would a fish ever breath if you're stroking it's bloody gill?!

Or at least i might not be able to...i think.

Ok, try this one:

"Please make a man of my fresh fish prince!"

Aww.....how.....sw*ahem*eet.

It's sick.

The 'fresh fish' idea sounds like sashimi.

And,that sucks.

Ok, before i continue rambling on forever, yeah.

"what time is it?!"

It's time to end, here.

Please Don't Hit the Fish Tank. It's scary.

"Hello,I'm gerard."
"I'm a lamefish and I'm gay."

Soon.

And no, i didn't say that.

When in the world did fishes talk?

Unassigned Joint Task Force: Operation R.A.J.

"(Pssh) We've got company! Moving on the CP 30174."

"Affirmative, we're on your back General."

It's time.

Lock and Load.

Lock what?

Haha.

-SuperCrazyGuitarManiacDeluxe3-ing.-

Woot.

Just got a new gold medal, and a perfect song.

"Celebrate good times comeon!"

(It's a celebration...)

-SuperCrazyGuitarManiacDeluxe3-ing again.-

Woot.

Got another perfect score.

That's two today.

Ok. I'm gonna stop here.

You know, i'm gonna die for the +math test.

I don't understand a sh*t about Quadratic Inequalities.

That sucks ya'know.

If there could be some form of help, i'd gladly take it.

Even if it means sucking on your lollipop.

No, i'm joking. I'm not gay.

Yet.

But still, if it means licking anything else....like maybe a candycane....

Sticking out from your...."miao."

Mmmm.....

(I know that half the population might kill me for saying that.)

But hey!

Who cares?

Alright...maybe one or two...

Geez.

I must make sure i don't murder myself on the net.

Yet.

Well, blogically, posting dirty stuff might not be such a good idea...

But it might be a good thing that i do.

Like starting a new.....blog statement.

-Plays some burger game thing-

I'm hungry.

No, i'm seriously hungry.

Haven't eaten anything since breakky.

Haiz.

I feel like calling macs.

I'm lazy.

I think you get the point.

Anyway, it's time i go do something productive.

Ciao.

Anuncie - Ciento Cuatro

Hey.

As i have said, i will post again.

Damn.

Today was definitely tiring. Sleep would be vital, but i've gt a job to upkeep.

So, staying up a bit...

Zzzz....

(i wish.)

Haha.

Anyway, Tours were fun. I went the wrong way!

Hahahaha. Poor man walked up and down the school building.

Then mass was usually boring, although it was before the tours...

ALCOHOL!

(i wish.)

And....we need to do up our props for the May Play.

It rhymes.

"there is a short rhyme at the end of the first stanza..."

Haha. We all know...

Haiz.

So far so good, if we continue at this pace, props will be done in no time.

Alright...

Gonna sleep soon.

All clear....*boom* Hold! I think i'm getting a heartbeat....

Blog Status:

*beep*beep**beep**beep*

Pressure 120 over 62...

Situation under control...patient is alive again...

"Nurse! Get me my Coke Light!"

*gulp*

Aaah...

Eminem fortold a moment in the future...

He saw a day, where someone will come to save this blog...

And....he said...:

"Guess who's back..."

And now, is that moment...

I follow that line, for i have returned, to recover what was lost...

From little stupid GAGA girls.....

And Gabriel Chans....

To form....

This blog!

"Buddy you're a boy, make a big nice name in the street..."

Haha. i know....everything above just made absolutely no sense.

But hey! This blog is Back!

And still in Black!

(Although i'd pretty much like a blogskin...but i heard it causes lag...)

Haha.

Alright, i'm not sure which way to go. Hilarious?

Aah, nvm.

Anyway, tell all yo' lil' peeps outta there mann!

Coz this blog, is back!

(Of course, don't blame me if it's not filled in tomorrow or something.)

STUDIES COME FIRST.

"yeah, sure."

Lamefish Inc.

Tra-la-la.

Things going fine so far i guess.

Just came to pump a new post into the blog.

Sorry guys. I'm always busy.

Haha.

So yeah. Keep checking in guys, especially Nepal Expedition people.

Announcements will be streaming in soon, so yeah!

Toodles!

"Kiss my Moneymaker."

Hi all.

Hey, i was wondering, Ryan and Tim and Jing Yi (hopefully) can start a band or something.

I'm not sure if we wanna go metal, but pop or rock sounds fine.

I'll do vocals. Or hopefully if i can pick the guitar in a few seconds...

Anyway, that's about it.

"10 days in 10 mins: Nepal Expedition." Post Mortem...

Thanks all for coming to the meeting today.

Also, acknowledgements to SHOES and Xez for the shots too.

10 Days in 10 mins - El anuncio 2

Hi all.

This is concerning our Nepal Expedition Project, so far, this is what we've got:

Our title of the project is:

"10 days in 10 minutes: Nepal Expedition 2007"

If anyone has any other ideas please tag my Cbox.

Our slides start by running an intro, followed by a short members' intro, followed by the events as according to the timeline.

We (Pong, and I) would like all of you guys to think (individually)of a short sentence that would best describe your feelings towards the trip.

eg. "OMG I LOVED IT! TIRED, BUT EXTREMELY HAPPY!"

Yeah, maybe not so good an example, but you get the picture.

Ok, there may also be....a meeting on monday.

This meeting is NOT confirmed yet, but maybe i or pong will make an announcement if the meeting is on.

The meeting will consist of 3 parts:

1 - Picture slideshow (to show what we've all got)
2 - The skeleton of the slideshow (to possibly discuss it and improve it)
3 - Your ideas on what pictures to use where possible.

Note: IF YOU WANT A COPY OF THE PICTURES I HAVE (3.5 stars and above pics...) PLEASE BRING ALONG A THUMBDRIVE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

- EXPECT MORE THAN 200 - 300 PICS IN THE THUMBY...SO BE PREPARED FOR THAT TOO...

Alright! All said, have a nice day ahead, hope to see your quotes and pictures coming in by monday!

-End of slightly long announcement-

10 days in 10 minutes: Nepal Trip. -Les Officiales-

OK!

Announcement: To ALL nepal trip members, i need your photographs AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

PLEASE include a DESCRIPTION of the photo, or TELL ME IN SCHOOL.

DO NOT send me ALL your photos. Send me those really good photos please.

(Or photos you would rate 3.5 stars or more)

Spread the word: www.soundtolife.blogspot.com

I'll try and set up some slideshow to show you guys the photos. Give me time!