Entries for June, 2005
June 1st, 2005
The Last Gimmick of the Summer POSTED AT 11:03 AM Anyway, I shall now force you to read what I will recount of the gimmick. First, I drive off to pick Christian up. Then, after doing so, we get a text from Jackie: She can't go. She doesn't have a ride. In a fling-of-the-moment decision, i commanded Rody to pick her up! What was I thinking? Oh well, beats not having her go. So we go and pick Jackie up, and by this time, we're late. Like, thirty minutes late. We get moving and FINALLY get there, and rush out. Get to the moviehouse--and realize that we were supposed to meet sila Evan in Fully Booked. So we run over there, and find Walter almost immediately. Walter and his sister and friends. I ask where Evan is, and Walter keeps pointing me in the wrong direction. Then, when i see him *gasp* his hair is long and untidy! The impeccable, conservative Evan, with unkempt hair! The sky is falling! Nooo.... So I end up shooing everyone out of the bookstore and to the theatre, where we wonder about the shows to watch. Well, when there are too many minds at work, indecisiveness is sure to bloom. So we go to Burgoo to eat, and the orders go: Iced Tea for Christian and Walter, water for the rest of us. Chicken Tenders, small for us, and Steak/Corn/Shrimp/Fries for us. And a plate of angel hair spaghetti. And Jackie, not surprisingly, doesn't eat anything. Ienne arrives! Ienne leaves! Earvin arrives! Earvin leaves! Earvin, Ienne and Cath arrive! We eat! We decide that we watch whatever we wanna watch! We use the coupon for free extra food! We pay! We leave! Walter walks into the moviehouse, Star Wars 3. Us remaining ones go get our Sin City tickets. Enter Hub. Leave Hub. Enter iPod store. Stare at gold iPod (pretty...) Realize Christian's looking for us. Leave iPod store. Go to PowerStation. Play hand game. Get new card for meself. Play hand game. Fail. Leave. Return. See Sherwin Su. See . . . guess who, MR. SEBASTIAN!!!!!!!! WITH HIS ENTIRE CLASS! OMG! And so, we bug him, i snag two shots, and we leave. See all these people that Christian knows. Go play pool. Ienne had left already for her drum class. Finish pool. Go watch movie. Get popped corn first of course. And water. So Evan and I enter. Go to our seats, watch as the movie unfolds before us. Jackie and Christian, and Ienne and Walter enter at 3:15. Haaay. Movie ends, and somewhere there, I agree to bring Jackie home. Leave theatre, and as we walk out, feeling weird bliss at the movie. And I was already commenting that everyone was at the movie so i shouldn't have been surprised when I saw... Michael and Alvaro. Yeah. A lot of old feelings (ones that definitely weren't nice and heavenly) surfaced. Damn them! Especially him! He who annoyed the effing hell out of me! Urgh. I was forgetting hating him. I was forgetting his annoying face and that head that i would so love to squash, and that body that i wanted to whip to shreds. Ala Passion Of Christ. Anyways, Evan suddenly starts commenting on how i want to talk to him because i keep fidgeting about running into him. He isn't very good at reading people is he? So we walk around aimless, decide not to get a picture card, and then we go home. Okay, that's all for now. Summer, I will miss thee very much. 5 freed the words
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June 2nd, 2005
Star Wars 3 POSTED AT 02:24 AM Okay, anyway! I finally watched Star Wars 3. Last night. Well, okay, it was overall a nice movie, but the effects reminded me of PowerPoint. I don't know why. Maybe it was the spokes. Or the blinds. Or the annoyingness of my sordid past with PPT. And also, I agree with Jackie--that "You're beautiful." "It's only because i'm so in love with you." "No, it's because i'm so in love with you." scene was worthless. In fact, they should have cut out the entire balcony scene. Also, when Anakin got Windu killed, and he flops back on the chair and drops his light saber, and says "What have i done?", there isn't enough inner turmoil and paranoia to make believable his conversion to the dark side. He changed at a whim. But it was a good movie. |
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June 2nd, 2005
WHY??? POSTED AT 08:41 AM That day. That second. That touch. We held hands. And where we both should’ve let go I held on. Held on two seconds too long. Two seconds that spared me. Gave me all of you that I needed. ~*~ God, I’ve missed you But I can’t miss you. I shouldn’t. I can’t miss the feel of your hair, sifted under my hands. Nor the look of your wooden brown eyes, so emotionless to me They do not soften. I can’t remember grazing my arm against yours, soft skin against soft skin Or the passion that ran deep into the center of blood in me whenever I saw you I don’t feel for you anymore Not the way I used to Right? . . . Right. So then, why, damn it? |
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June 2nd, 2005
I hate life!!!!!! POSTED AT 11:43 AM What I Really Meant To Say by Cyndi Thomson It took me by surprise When I saw you standing there Close enough to touch Breathing the same air You asked me how I'd been I guess that's when I smiled and said, just fine Oh, but baby I was lying What I really meant to say Is I'm dying here inside And I miss you more each day There's not a night I haven't cried And baby here's the truth I'm still in love with you, yeah That's what I really meant to say And as you walked away The echo of my words Cut just like a knife Cut so deep it hurt I held back the tears Held on to my pride and watched you go I wonder if you'll ever know What I really meant to say Is I'm dying here inside And I miss you more each day There's not a night I haven't cried And baby here's the truth I'm still in love with you What I really meant to say Is I'm really not that strong No matter how I try I'm still holding on And here's the honest truth I'm still in love with you, yeah That's what I really meant to say That's what I really meant to say That's what I really meant to say -------------------------------------------------------------- WHY??? I still feel this way about you. Sigh. I love you, damn you. |
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June 3rd, 2005
Woke Up This Morning POSTED AT 12:31 AM So this is the result. Xavier The absoluteness of the stark dark in your field The half-sound of my leather shoes echoing in your halls The bittersweet mercy offered by your cement walls And the strength of your Catholic faith, none of which I partake Converge into a conflagration of love, and loyalty, and pride In my heart The thought of you And I feel light That in four days, we meet again And yet, heavy That I must return to a place that I dread Old faces, new faces Old things, new things Tenfold spirit, sewn through your every fiber Thus, I allow myself To be consumed In your ineffable, irresistible light Sealing my doom, but also my release Xavier, You are undisputedly trusted Unofficially my home My glasses My quod My Canada I give myself wholly to you, As Rizal to the Philippines, For I know too, that in your sanctuary, I stand on immortal ground |
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June 3rd, 2005
Whahooey! POSTED AT 01:58 AM I got to go to the place of my dreams, Canada, met up with Jackie and Christian, and everyone. I discovered Aaron Lines music and got Living Out Loud (his second album). I got to meet Aku Jojo and Uncle Jake again. And then, this. I sent like... three email thingies to Aaron in his website. So, i have no frickin idea which one he replied to. But this was his reply (Note: all text encased in "[ ]"s are my thoughts. Other than that, it's original text from his email): Subject: your email [which one, eh?] Thanks for the email [which one, eh?] ......and thanks for the kind words [WHICH ONES, EH??? HAHAHAHA!!!]. Hope to see you out at the next show we play in town. Have a great summer!!!! --Aaron Lines So there! Whee. Momentary joy. Now, i'm not exactly sure if that's Aaron, or maybe the Brenda pretending... but why would she? And its been so long since i sent any email... whatever! Wheeee pa rin! Okay, going to Xavier to change my P.E. shirt (refund, then change) Haha! Anyway, i think that makes on hell of a morning, don't you? And I'm still obsessed with ICLWYL (I Can't Live Without Your Love by, of course, AL) s for all those who haven't had the pleasure of listening to that song, read the lyrics and have yourself buoyed by the melody. He's also got a new song: It Takes A Man. It's about a couple dealing with unexpected pregnancy. Listening to: Fall To Pieces by Avril |
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June 3rd, 2005
Drew-Jackie convo of last year . . . POSTED AT 08:17 AM After Lisa's ex-crush, Jason, we moved on to Jackie's Drew Fuller. Jackie says to record this on my site so she can read it some day. So here we go: Drew: *walks up to her* Hey, Jackie, right? Jackie: Yeah . . . and you're Drew Fuller. Nice to meet you. Drew: Yeah, um, have we met before? Jackie: I don't think so. Why? Drew: It's just, I feel like I've known you all my life. (Jackie screams SAPPY! at me at the convo at this point) Jackie: Well... uhm... i don't think we've met before but . . . Drew: *after long pause* But . . .? Jackie: I'm speechless. So you're an actor right? (ANONG KONEK????) Drew: Uh, yeah, i used to star on Charmed. Jackie: Why didn't you continue? Drew: I just felt that i could do other things . . . other projects. Jackie: Oh, so . . . are you really into acting THAT much? Or . . . do you want to pursure OTHER dreams? Drew: I have always wanted a normal life, very Piper, I know, but still . . . Jackie: Well, you could start a new life as a normal person. It's not too late, you know. Drew: I think it is. I mean, I used to go out with me parents to eat dinner and people didn't so much as blink, but now, girls come up to me and say "We love you." and they know who I'm dating, and stuff like that. Jackie: Why? I mean, lotsa people got into acting and now have perfectly normal lives. Drew: I guess it's worth a shot. Jackie: Yeah . . . you can start now . . . Hey, I'm Jackie . . . and what's your name? Drew: Hey, I'm Drew. Pleased to meet you. Jackie: Ditto. Drew: Wanna get a drink? Jackie: Uhm, sure. *exchange of smiles* *He offers her his arm and she takes it, and as they start walking down the road, camera pans into the sunset and fade to black* The End. Aww... Listening to: Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning by Cowboy Junkies |
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June 3rd, 2005
Picture thing. POSTED AT 01:27 PM [img:631462] Yeah, this is us. In Andrew's graduation and in Canada. I miss those days. Especially Canada. [img:631475] And, just because i felt compelled to do this, i shall say, "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A MARRIED MAN TO YOU????" LOL!!!!!!!!!!! [img:631682] From left to right, Liz, Paul (Brandt, maybe??) Dana (that's Aaron's wife) and Aaron himself. Aww... [img:632015] And ooh... pretty blue light . . . |
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June 5th, 2005
Another Poem POSTED AT 01:23 AM 5 pm, my head is asleep Stare off into space Occasional chills through my veins seep Rain, falling sparsely Blurring the world Blood through my brain feels so scarce Can’t think, and suddenly can’t breathe Breath. Oh yeah, powerful, emptying breath Won’t even fog up the window. Feel like I’m just waiting for death In this cold, dreary place Parody of my former abode Feels so empty without your face And every day goes by so slow Can’t live without you Can’t feel without you Need you here To make me feel complete To make me feel elite Take away my fears But you’re not. The rain continues to fall And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it I'm turning dangerously senti. Hey, I have an excuse! I was under the influence of What I Really Meant To Say (by Cyndi Thomson). I swear, i've been obsessing over this song for several days now. Urgh. Anyway, another song that represents me. This is the most accurate so far. (Why are all the Duncan Sheik songs so good???) Barely Breathing by Duncan Sheik Well, I know what you're doing I see it all too clear I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears You really had me going, wishing on a star But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn It must've been that yesterday was the day that i was born There's not much to examine, there's nothing left to hide You really can't be serious, if you have to ask me why I say goodbye... Cause I am barely breathing And I can't find the air Don't know who I'm kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day I don't suppose it's worth the price, you're worth the price The price that I would pay Everyone keeps asking, what's it all about? I used to be so certain and I can't figure out What is this attraction? I only feel the pain There's nothing left to reason and only you to blame Will it ever change? Cause I am barely breathing And I can't find the air Don't know who I'm kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day I don't suppose it's worth the price, you're worth the price The price that I would pay But I'm thinking it over anyway... I’m thinking it over anyway … I've come to find, I may never know Your changing mind Is it friend or foe? I rise above Or sink below With every time You come and go Please don't come and go Cause I am barely breathing And I can't find the air I don't know who I'm kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day I don't suppose it's worth the price, you're worth the price The price that I would pay But I'm thinking it over anyway... I'm thinking it over anyway... And I know what you’re doing I see it all too clear . . . |
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June 5th, 2005
Cantonese for Dummies POSTED AT 04:20 AM So for any of you that intend to go there in the future and know nothing about the Hong Kong brand of Cantonese (There's the kind from Guang Dong, China, as well), here're a few basic things to say: Hello/How are you? (In Cantonese, the word has been used so often, it's lost its literal meaning as a question and is now taken as a simple greeting): Nei hou ma? I am fine, thank you: Ngo gei hou, do ze. ("do ze" is obviously "thank you") Okay, apparently, the Cantonese don't say Good afternoon/evening, so instead of saying so, you just say "Nei hou.", and they reply the same. However, if you wanna say Good Morning, the words are "jou san" (the "j" isn't really a "j", it's more of something in between a j and a z), which is literally, "Early Morning." And of course, "Welcome!" which is said as "foon ying" (but "ying" is pronounced as if there were no "y" in it). Now, when you wanna say "You're welcome" (like after someone says "thanks"), you say "Mm goi" (The "g" is between a "g" and a "k"). Now, a few words/phrases: sei (pronounced like the english word "say"): die. example: Ngo hai (a word that implies the affirmative) sa (kill) sei (dead) nei (you) kui (rhymes with "soy"): referring to the other party. example: Koi (him/her) hai (is) yan za (scum of the earth) hok: learn example: Ngo seung (sounds like "shioung"; want) hok ([to] learn) zung(chinese) man (language). ying man: English example: Wui (Can [you]) gong (speak) ying man ma? Ngo mm (implies the negative, in this case, it means "no") sek gong dong wa: I don't speak Cantonese. Ngo ge miang (my name) hai (is) *(your name)* Nei seung (think; want) mat ye a?: What're you thinking?/What do you want? (the "mat ye" in this sentence can be blended together when speaking quickly so it sounds like "ma-ye-a"; the "a" is just a sound so that the speech slides . . . just like the Canadian, "eh?") Well, i think that's all you need to know! So there! |
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June 6th, 2005
Cantonese for Dummies: Part 2 POSTED AT 02:10 AM English: I already know English, so now I wanna learn Chinese. Cantonese: Ngo yi ging (between "g" and "k") wui ying man, so yi ("and thus"), ngo ga zan (now) seung hok zung maun (sounds like an "o" with a bit of an "a" sound... so the best i could put it was "au"). Now say, you're fluent in Cantonese, and you wanna converse intelligently with a member of Hong Kong or Guang Dong (A warning to all Filipinos going there for the first time: ang mga taga-roon ay medyo masama. Kapag kinausap mo, sumisiklab ang tinatawag nilang "The Cantonese Temper". Talagang masarap patayin ang mga yun), then the first thing you bring up (after the weather and jobs), is Hong Kong history. Now, i bilked all this information out of my dad last night after a walk in PowerPlant... so there: The story begins with the Opium wars, where the British sold Opium (a drug, dur) to the Chinese. Of course, then, there were no rules against it, so it's like present day smoking and stuff. The Imperial Court (where everybody only spoke Mandarin, hence the term "Mandarins" *rolling eyes*), upon realizing that Opium was a menace to their "power" (cos before the Opium wars, China was thought to be a world power, but when they did a thorough expedition, it was discovered to be a paper tiger (something that fooled people into believing it was a threat when it really wasn't), China was exposed to the world, and people began scrambling to take hold of it, because it was weak, but rich), they sent a General and his troops to go to Guang Zhou (which was the center for Opium Trade because, upon sailing up the Pearl River, one would find one's self passing Hong Kong, and then up to Guang Zhou) and burn the Opium. Upon doing so, the British were infuriated (especially the big-shot companies like Hutchinson, etc..) because they lost thousands of pounds of Opium. They sent the British Navy to attack, and they blasted away the sword-wielding Chinese. When they began to lay siege on China, The Imperial Court negotiated peace with Britain, and after deciding Opium-trade would continue, they also ceded Hong Kong to Britain, which the people from Guang Dong city inhabited at the time. (That's why they speak the exact same kind of Cantonese (Guang Dong, not the Toi San, Hak Ka, Liu Jiu or whatever)) Now the Brits saw HK as a foothold to China, and since Hong Kong was a deep-water-port (like a cliff under water, so big ships could dock very easily on it), they let the giant ships rest there as they built up Hong Kong. So, after making Hong Kong a prosperous place, in 1997, after gaining some profits, Britain (who wanted to do trade with China), gave Hong Kong back to them, and there. Of course, being passed around like a bottle of fire whiskey isn't the nicest thing to do to a million people. So the HK-ers are presently in denial of being part of China, as they don't wanna recognize the Communist government. Also, the people there refuse to speak Mandarin, as it was somewhat impressed upon them. Cos of course, when they speak Mandarin, it's only to communicate with the rest of China, but amongst themselves, they speak Cantonese and curse the Mandarins. Haha. So i suggest you learn Cantonese. Because, ehehe, speaking in Mandarin'll only get you killed in Hong Kong/Guang Dong. |
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June 8th, 2005
School. My God. POSTED AT 09:39 AM Hmmmmm.... English: Mr. Frederick Perez Filipino: Brother Joseph (?) Haw Science: Ms. Vasquez Soc. Sci.: Ms. Natonton Math: Ms. Adelaida Bague Chinese: He lao shi. C.L.E.: Ms. Espiritu Also, i think that the Songwriter's Club would be the best choice. Well, that's all for now. |
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June 9th, 2005
Quiz thingy! It's so mee.... POSTED AT 10:17 AM
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June 10th, 2005
F- It! POSTED AT 04:44 AM Wait, no, they wouldn't have a brain in the first place, because they HAD TO EFFING ASK WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY DAMN HAIR!!!!! SERIOUSLY, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE???? I GREW IT!!!! WITH A HATI IN THE MIDDLE!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING???? I swear, one more. Just ONE MORE. |
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June 10th, 2005
Urgh. Weirdness. POSTED AT 07:49 AM But now, though i am back in Xavier, i find no solace in it. Merely horror at the prospect of having to spend another day here. My God. |
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June 10th, 2005
The First Weekend POSTED AT 02:03 PM I am getting unimaginably sick of having to study. Why can't we just develop a machine that'll siphon information from a main source and shove it into our brains?????? Because we're human. Crap. But then, good thing. I'd hate to be an automaton. Best of all, i can feel love. |
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June 11th, 2005
One of These Days by Michelle Branch POSTED AT 06:28 AM But I didn't care I tried being honest but that lead me nowhere I watched the station Saw the bus pullin through and I don't mind sayin a part of me left with you So one of these days I won't be afraid of staying with you I hope and I pray Waiting to find a way back to you Cause thats where i'm home Did I make you nervous? Did I ask for too much? Was I not deserving one second of your touch? One of these days I won't be afraid of staying with you I hope and I pray Waiting to find a way back to you Cause thats where i'm home What would you do if I could have you? oh if I could I'd let you feel everything i'm thinkin Wouldn't that be nice? One of these days I won't be afraid of staying with you ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One Hell of a great song, eh? |
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June 11th, 2005
Ogh. POSTED AT 07:04 AM Ms. Jane Cacacho. Mr. Guevarra nearly bit my head off when i almost accidentally screamed "FUCK" out in class after he mentioned that she was the new principal. WELL CAN YOU FUCKING BLAME ME????????? Brother Joseph Haw, Jr., S.J. Well, he's okay. I guess. He scared us to death last year when he ground the three reporting students to pulp during their reports. And then he's all kind this year. Well, not kind--just lenient. Ish. But he gives off the impression that it's all a facade, you cannot sense any actual kindness radiate from him. Just cold indifference, and some kind of flaring, super-sensitive anger that could escape the shell of his mortal body and resume it's real form as a demon. um... okay... Mr. Joseph Young. Nervous looking guy, but then everyone new to teaching Xavier high school is nervous in their first year. Much more on the first day. He graduated Behavioral Science, and course-jumped from Political Science, i believe. Well, he wanted to be a lawyer. Take note of the past tense. Now he's our guidance counselor and had to introduce ourselves to each other by utilizing the Bingo game. I'm pretty sure he knows about the whole Xavier-gambling scandal. He sure didn't have to push our over-eager hands. Well, not my hand, anyway. He also knows something about our batch. Said he reviewed us, and got positive feedback. What the HELL ever. Also, Guidance wants to call each and every one of us. HAH. Yeah right. |
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June 11th, 2005
A New Day Has Come by Celine Dion POSTED AT 09:37 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------- A new day has...come I was waiting for so long For a miracle to come Everyone told me to be strong Hold on and don't shed a tear Through the darkness and good times I knew I'd make it through And the world thought I had it all But I was waiting for you Hush, love I see a light in the sky Oh, it's almost blinding me I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun A new day has...come Where it was dark now there's light Where there was pain now there's joy Where there was weakness, I found my strength All in the eyes of a boy Hush, love I see a light in the sky Oh, it's almost blinding me I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun A new day has...come A new day has...come Ohhh, a light... Ooh |
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June 13th, 2005
Birthday, and Birthday-Gimmick POSTED AT 10:58 AM So meh. Yes, I was born on Independence Day. Hah! Alright, yesterday: Woke up, was greeted by a disturbingly perky family (and a spankin new Kelly Clarkson as per purchase of Alex. Kudos), went to Chilis and had lunch, went home to rest a bit, Ahngin teaching me new Cantonese thingies along the way, went to the new theatre in Greenhills (Promenade ba? Di ako sigurado . . .), dropped mom, dad, Ahngin, and Andrew, leaving Alex and me to go to Metrowalk, seek out a store that sold VCDs of Charmed, realize that you have to order and they have nothing stocked, go home disappointed, rest, go to Greenhills to pick them up, went to mass, where we met Jackie, Meggie, etc..., went back home, went to Greenbelt. Okay, now when i entered Music One, of all the things i expected, it was NOT the Dan Mackenzie CD that I now have, called Good Things. Apparently, his first album. Shit, i swear, it effing rocks! The best! I love all his songs. Okay, in the line paying for the CD (it's the last ten minutes of Music One's store hours), there are two cashiers. So naturally, there were two lines. I went to one, this caucasion dude with a heavy accent is behind me, and then, when this lady steps past him to the opposite line, he thinks that she cut him. So it goes like this: Guy: Hey! You skipped me! [In the line] Lady: No, there are two cashiers. So there are two lines. Guy: Eh... no! There is one line! Like in the bank! Lady: Whatever. Up to you. Guy: What a rude... Lady: Oh, I'm rude? I'm rude? I hurriedly leave the line at that point, because i'm in the middle. Rush off to home and listen to the first three songs of Dan's CD (Econocar, Don't Even Start and Black Cadillac. Which all rock), then go to sleep. Wake up seven the next morning, listen to all the songs, and am repeatedly surprised. Not a bad song in the CD. Seriously. Of course, it's dripping with alternative, hands down. And I love alternative. Andrew can't stand it. Lol. So, i get ready and go to the gimmick with Jackie and Christian and Geri. So, first, arrive there with Alex where we look for a suitable present for Neilsen, who's celebrating his birthday there too. Today. Mine was yesterday, but we're having the gimmick today. He ends up getting Hale and Bamboo, and himself, Marion Raven (the girl from M2M). Texting Jackie, she decides that, bored at home, she might as well just come here already, even though it's two hours early. Walk to Fully Booked, walk out and find Jackie, go up to see movie times, do nothing still. Chat with Alex. Walk around until Christian arrives, find that Ienne can't go cos she's grounded, and have lunch. Jackie and Christian order a bit too much Carbonara-Pasta, and when i leave the table to greet Neilsen, they unceremoniously dump some on my plate. Urgh. We keep sharing til Christian calls a waiter and tells them it's my birthday. They sing and sing, and Alex pops up behind my chair and yells "Happy Birthday! Whoo!". I get free Double-Dutch iced cream. We leave, i say goodbye and happy birthday to Neilsen. Do nothing, go to Power Station and just play. Go watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which rocked, but had a rather bitin ending. Go back to Power Station. FINALLY meet Geri, and play some more. Then, I am brought around the mall by Jackie while Christian gets me a present. Jackie buys me Tazo (or whatever it is) and we meet Christian, who gives me a present. A frog figurine that says "Be My Frog Prince" . . . Uhm... okay . . .? *swallows* urk... I'M NOT KISSING HIM! NO WAY!!!!!! I also have American Idol Showstoppers. YES!!!!!!!!!!! At first, I think Knock On Wood is the Aaron Lines song. It isn't. Drat. Okay, now i'm typing this, with a ton of homework to do, and wondering what source to put in Soc. Sci. History homework. Well, it's been fun, but i feel compelled to listen to Dan Mackenzie's set and finish my damn homework. Aurevoire. "Good Things" -- Dan Mackenzie 1. Econocar 2. Don't Even Start 3. Black Cadillac 4. Stone Wall 5. Something Good 6. Happy Ending 7. Too Close 8. Supersucker 9. Good Things (This rocks man!) 10. High |
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June 14th, 2005
FINALLY!!! I HAVE IT!!!!! POSTED AT 10:25 AM *HAPPY DANCE* I have the lyrics of Good Things, my fav song in Dan's album! It goes like this: *thunderous applause* *lights dim* Good Things by Dan Mackenzie It’s 4 AM Wide awake again There’s a looming dread that haunts you in your sleep A recurring dream Same old routine You’re falling, you’re falling, you’re falling Make your way downstairs Outside to get some air And you find yourself just wandering through the streets When a sudden breeze Brushes through the trees She’s calling you, calling you, calling She says, “Good things Sweet love Good things are happening It’s a strange world and these are crazy turns But good things are happening.” (Good things) As the day begins You repent your sins But do the angels really know how hard you try And the sunlight stings The alarm clock rings Who’s calling you, calling you, calling To say, “Good things Sweet love Good things are happening The sunshine is a valentine Good things are happening And we may still live to see The illumination No one knows what fate tomorrow brings But we can count on some good things (Good things) (Good things) (Good things) Lalala . . . Good things (lalala) Are happening (lalala) Good things are happening (good things are happening) It’s a strange world, and these are crazy times But good things are happening ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- See that???????? Download it! It's even better WITH SOUND!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next up: Black Cadillac Listening to: GOOD *effing* THINGS!!!!! |
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June 15th, 2005
Screwy stuff in School POSTED AT 08:42 AM I swear, everytime i ask her, it's like, "Wei shen me, a?" or "Ni cao." *stabbing motion* DIE!!! DIE!!! DIEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Or tell me. Tell or die. On to other fluff, my hair is on the fritz. I swear, my hair and comb have been warring since May. Damn this! And Brother Haw, as previously mentioned, scares me. Well, Ms. Wong has been proven human and not some ditz with Martha Stewart-like cheerleading abilities. She can speak... hmm... Chinese, English, Filipino, Korean . . . What's the fifth??? I shall find out... I must master Cantonese! It's such a nice language... Okay, reading up on Aaron Lines na... I only know of one line from It Takes A Man: "Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man to raise a child." Or something like that. I now know of many tracks, some from his new album, and some I am uncertain of. There's of course, the celebrated Waitin' On The Wonderful (so country, noh?), It Takes A Man, If I Could Do It All Again, Dance To The Radio, 20 Years Late, I Wanna Be That Man ("I wanna be the man who zips your dress, that holds your hand/ That’s there when you wake up in the night/ I wanna be the one to kiss you ‘til you come undone/ That makes you laugh when you wanna cry/ And put a ring on your left hand/ I wanna be that man . . ." Aww . . .), Lovers On The Run and Seeing Things. You may choose not to read this if you don't wanna... Aaron Lines has a heart as wide-open as the plains of the working class North Canadian town where he grew up – and a dream that’s even bigger than the sky above it. But even more importantly, the 27-year-old singer/songwriter remains true to the basic blue collar values that forged his formative years – and defined the work ethic that has brought him to the hear and now. “I grew up in a close family… We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor,” explains the shy young man who had a #1 record on his hometown radio station while still in high school. “You know, we had problems like any other family, so I’m really similar to a lot of people out there. It’s kind of why I feel like if a song is relatable to me, it’s most likely gonna be something a lot of other people are gonna relate to. “There’s a song called ‘The Lights of My Hometown’ that goes back to me growing up a regular kid. I mean, I lived in a town that I loved, but was too small for the dreams I was dreaming… And I think that’s something I have in common with a lot of young people, you know? You leave thinking the world has a lot more to offer than your hometown, only to realize years down the road that no matter where you grow up, you will never be able to recreate the innocence and feeling of ‘home’ anywhere else in the world. “It’s that moment where you realize the world is full of opportunity, but everything that means anything is in that little hometown of mine. Yeah, it’s freezing 9 months of the year, but my family and friends who really care about me are there – and that’s not something that just happens. No matter who you are, or where that little town is, that’s something we all have in common.” And it’s those commonalities that set Lines apart. Where so many aspiring artists can’t get enough distance from where they came from, Aaron Lines thinks it’s the very thing that binds him to every other music lover hoping to find definition in the way their life is actually lived rather than a two-dimensional Hallmark reality. To that end comes Waitin’ On The Wonderful, an album that celebrates the smallest moments in the name of lives lived in the right now and to the fullest. While Aaron Lines is living the dream of making music, he also recognizes that the things that truly matter have very little to do with seeing one’s name up in lights. “Mostly, it was just awesome to hear that first song on the radio – but all of a sudden, people think they know you; they decide who you are, or who they want you to be… and that’s strange,” confesses the easy-going musician. “I mean, I’m pretty basic, a little shy and very hard-working… Just like most guys my age, I guess. “My hometown is 30,000 people. It’s remote, but it’s an oil town, so it’s developed. There’s definitely a mill mentality: not a lot of people leave, or if they do – to go to university or whatever – they come back. It’s a lot of long hours, shift work. Even my Dad, who’s a dentist and never worked in the mill, he worked hard, because that’s what people do up there.” In the hours between working hard and raising one’s family, there’s values and experiences and joy. There are also character-defining occurrences that a lot of people would miss. But Aaron Lines isn’t that kind of people. From the book-ending truths that open and close Waitin’ On The Wonderful – the title track with its “wooo-ooooo-ooooh”s punctuating a chorus that sweeps one up in the desire for a love that sets everything in a sparkling glow and the recognition of :”If I Could Do It All Again” that pivots on the notion that it IS the way one views the commonest things that create that arc of wonder – Aaron Lines is a potent witness to the way we choose to view things creating the quality of our time here. Whether it’s the life-changing “It Takes A Man,” where a boy-on-the-brink-of-adulthood faces the reality of unplanned parenthood, the all-you-need-to-feel-the-fire of “Dance To The Radio” or the better-late-than-never-gratitude-and-recognition of “20 Years Late,” Lines inhabits these songs with the ease that comes from being fully present every note and syllable – whether he’s personally been there or not. “It wasn’t ‘til I moved away that I realized what a wonderful person my Mom is, and just how lucky I was to grow up with a mother like her in my life,” explains the young man with a steadfast voice steadfast that is an anchor in a changing world. “It took not seeing her for months at a time to get it, but that’s so much what I am… Still like many 20-somethings, Lines desire to make his own mark on the world can be heard all over Waitin’ On The Wonderful. Working with break-out songwriter/producers Chris Lindsey and Troy Verges, the triumvirate has set about carving a sound that merges the sparkle of innocence with the earthy instrumentation that is indicative of the heartland’s simplicity. Echoes of John Mellencamp and Jackson Browne, even washes of Springsteen’s ragged details co-exist against nuances of Randy Travis, Foster & Lloyd and Alabama. “When you write songs, there’s an invisible wall kind of… It’s not so one-on-one, so you can open up. Does that make sense? It’s less vulnerable in a way ‘cause you’re not talking to someone – and in that, it’s less embarrassing, less exposing to the idea of seeing someone’s reaction. “My first song – I just wanted to see if I could do it, see what there was to it. But once I started, it seemed like a good way to say what was on my mind. The thing about it, though, is you need to be ready… especially if you’ve got something you’re burning to say… even if it’s just what some people might think is just a small moment that nobody’d ever bother with or notice. “I mean, ‘ American Way’ stemmed from a conversation I had with my two co-writers. They were asking about the differences between where I come from in Canada and here – and it’s really all the same. But the more we talked, the more the way life became incredibly powerful: going to public school, the demand on our parents to work harder and harder to try to get ahead, how most people fall into a routine of working all week just to make it to Saturday night. You know, it’s a way of life, not good or bad, just what we fall into. It’s the way it is – and it’s what makes North American culture what it is.” Small moments. Big emotions. Recognizing truths in the things that seem run-of-the-mill. No one is exempt from the power of now, the reality of how-it-is, the bliss that comes when you just accept it. Lines knew on his second or third date that his wife – an elementary school teacher – was the one. Having spent his teenage years as “the guy who was everybody’s ‘friend,’ never the one they wanted to go out with,” the reserved songwriter looks beneath the surface and cherishes the things that are plain, yet enduring. I wanted someone who had deeper values than the moment,” he explains. “We’re from the same hometown, though we didn’t know each other… and then when we met, I left for Nashville the next day. But you just… sometimes you just know. She was this innocent sexy and she’s so beautiful on the inside, you can just tell by the way she walks. “Even just hanging, her sense of humor, it was obvious. Plus, we had the same values – the things that are important – so, you know, there you go. And the thing is this: just that feeling I get when I’m around her – it’s as if nothing else really matters. If it all fell apart, but she’s still there… I feel like I’d be okay. You can count on that, and that feels really good. It’s what, I think, people are looking for – and I was lucky enough to find it.” And from there, he also found the tiny-detail-pledge “I Wanna Be That Man,” with its declaration “I wanna be the man who zips your dress, that holds your hand/ That’s there when you wake up in the night/ I wanna be the one to kiss you ‘til you come undone/ That makes you laugh when you wanna cry/ And put a ring on your left hand/ I wanna be that man…” “It was written for my wedding,” Lines says. “I was hoping the song would be on this record, but it wasn’t the reason I wrote it. Not at all. I wanted to give my wife something that would last forever, something we could look back on and listen to years down the road and remember…I’ve learned over the last few years that that’s all that matters: writing a song for the right reasons – what you want to say, saying it the way that makes sense and connecting it to the person you’re writing it for. “It just so happened the label loved it. They actually thought it had the elements of a song that could get played on the radio. I guess they figured lots of young men feel the same way about the women they love – and I don’t think I could blame them.” Certainly having a real live inspiration in his life was a pivotal reality for Lines. Though that first song – written about a girl who’d unceremoniously dumped him – was culled from real life, there’s a major difference in writing from abstractions and theories and capturing the truth of how it is. “It’s funny how that changed,” he admits. “All the songs I was writing, I was making up… But after my wife kissed me, they started making more sense! I think songs are always better when there’s a real person attached to them. You know exactly what you’re trying to explain, how it feels, what you’re hoping for. Everything changes – and that’s a very good thing.” Another change that was ‘a very good thing’ for Aaron, was watching his debut single, “You Can’t Hide Beautiful,” reached number two on the Billboard singles chart. Fueled by that success, he landed a spot on the Brooks & Dunn “Neon Circus Tour” which kept him on the road for 40 shows. In 2003 he was voted Male Artist of the Year and Rising Star by the Canadian Country Music Association and received a JUNO nomination in 2004 for Best Country Recording for his debut album, Living Out Loud. And that success hasn’t changed Aaron Lines who embodies a sweetness that makes him immediately engaging. Not goodie-two-shoes sweet, either, but the kind of nice that comes from being strong enough to not lean on a testosterone attitude to mask insecurity. “Look I’m a decent guy… who likes to have fun, believes in treating people right and was raised to respect others. To me, the people who do something with themselves are the ones who impact other people… that’s the mark of someone with true character – and I think that’s what should define you, whether you work in an oil field, are a dentist or get to write songs. “You know, everybody’s gonna do what they need to do. I’m gonna do what I want, which may not be your thing… but I’m not walking in your shoes, can’t know your situation, so who am I to say? I’m not gonna judge you – and I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life. You gotta figure it out for yourself and do what you think is right. “But out of that, you’d be surprised what emerges. I’ve learned a lot over the years that goes right back into the songwriting: I know I write my best when the songs are just ripped straight from the inside of me. You can have all kinds of clever hooks and interesting wordplay, but for me, that’s not where I’m my truest. “I write best when it’s conversational, just sounding like talking to somebody. My life or someone else’s, that’s where you draw from. Whether it’s ‘Seeing Things,’ which is obviously about how my wife effects me, or the desperation of ‘Lovers On The Run,’ which comes from seeing the way a lot of young people think getting lost in that attraction will be what they need to escape feeling trapped where they are and is strictly observation, I know those things – and their mark on me is what makes those songs feel so real for me. “I know,” he admits, laughing, “everybody talks about being real. It’s almost like a bad joke that’s been told so much, real’s stopped existing. That’s why I don’t reach beyond what I know, what I’ve seen or believe. Real is too important to create or pretend. It is what it is. I am what I am – and I’d like to think, especially looking around me, that’s more than enough.” Listening to Aaron Lines talk and experiencing the songs on his second album, it’s obvious he’s anything but Waitin’ On The Wonderful. Right here, right now, wonder is all around the young man with his heart on his sleeve, his truth in his songs and the glory of living a life within reach perhaps the greatest gift of all. |
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June 15th, 2005
I Feel The Need POSTED AT 10:18 AM With one song alone, he was able to change my whole life. And make me rant obsessively on this very blog, but that's a different story. The story touched me so much. Well, not that I'm obsessed with love and all, but it would be nice to have someone . . . I guess? Anyway, just think--if he did that all with one song, how much more with a whole album, plus about five other non-album songs? Well, okay, on to the story... I was sitting on the bed, Mrs. Jefferson's B&B, flipping channels. Morning, I think. But it could as easily have been afternoon though. That isn't important. Okay, now aware that the channels for music are 35 and 36, i flip to one of those, and find myself watching some people at what looked to be the lobby/lockeroom of a Bowling Lane or an Airport. Then it flashes to some blond guy that starts singing. Flip. This annoying How Do You Get That Lonely song by Blaine Larson, which had been playing over and over and over . . . sick of it! So I flipped back. Deigned to watch the blond guy. Singing... singing... guitar... singing... chorus. Damn. That was real good. I'm waiting on the wonderful, you know something to believe... out of the ordinary... come and rescue me... It was just so me!!!!!!!! It's so weird... Okay, after the song draws to a close, the name of the song and the artist flash. Waitin' On The Wonderful - Aaron Lines. You know what that means... Right? Hello, laptop, wi-fi and Limewire. What does that mean??? Right, well, that's when the obsessions started. Haha! Oh God, I miss Canada. The first sentence of "Between The Lines" goes: "To live in Canada was like having a very, very, very long vacation." |
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June 17th, 2005
She Can! POSTED AT 04:49 AM Yess.... She's apparently from the Philippines, born and raised here. Just like us. But she went to China for a year. Bei Jing, more specifically. And she can speak Guang Dong Hua. KILLLLLL... I will speak with her. In Canto. Evan wishes to learn as well. This is all just psychoblather. Will ask Ahngin for help. Mehehehe.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ooh... spoke with her at Lunch. Here's how it went: (from Mandarin translated to English, of course. And a lot of Cantonese on my part. If it doesn't say what language, assume that it's in Mandarin) I ambush her with her fellow teachers. Me: (Cantonese) You do speak Cantonese. Her: Who told you?! Me: Someone. Her: Who told you?! Me: No one. Her: Who told you?! Me: A teacher. Her: A teacher!?! Which one? Me: I don't remember. Her: You don't remember? Me: No. Then we sort of go opposite directions, she chats with some other students, and I go tell Arvin about it. I ambush her again. Me: (Cantonese) Sorry, I can't speak Mandarin. Can you speak Cantonese? Her: Speak Mandarin with me, okay? *smile* Are you Cantonese, too? Me: My dad and Grandma are. Her: Oh? What languages do you speak at home? Me: Cantonese, Mandarin, Fukien . . . Her: Mandarin?? Wow . . . so that's why you speak so well. Me: *weirdened-out, semi-smile* Who taught you to speak Cantonese? Her: Me? Who taught me? I AM Cantonese. Me: Oh really? What province? Her: I come from Nan hai. Me: Ah... Her: Where do you come from? Me: Toi san. Her: Ah... i see... Me: So, you went to China for a year, didn't you? Her: What? How do you know? You know everything! Who told you!? Me: No one. Her: Who told you, really? Me: A teacher. Her: Which? Me: I don't remember. Her: You don't remember, eh? Me: No. Her: Well what did you say? How did the conversation go? Me: *making something up* Uh... she was just there. And i asked her if she knew a Ms. Hazel Wong. Her: *nodding* Mmhmm... and you spoke with her in Mandarin? Me: Yeah, and Fukien. Her: Ah! I see . . . hmmm... Okay, then what happened? Me: Well, you said that you could speak five languages right? I asked her what five... she said English, Filipino, Mandarin, Cantonese and Fukien. Her: Ahh... Now I know who it is . . . because you said she could speak Fukien . . . Me: Well, a lot of people speak Fukien. (English) Even in the grade school. Her: *pause* Well they don't know me. Me: Are you sure? Her: You're messing with my mind! I'll go now! Goodbye! Hehehe . . . |
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June 17th, 2005
Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung POSTED AT 11:05 AM I never knew what love was for My heart was broke, my head was sore What a feeling Tied up in ancient history I didnt believe in destiny I look up you're standing next to me What a feeling What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine Brighter than sunshine Let the rain fall, i don't care I'm yours and suddenly you're mine Suddenly you're mine and it's brighter than sunshine I never saw it happening I'd given up and given in I just couldn't take the hurt again What a feeling I didn't have the strength to fight suddenly you seemed so right Me and you What a feeling What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine It's brighter than sunshine Let the rain fall, I don't care I'm yours and suddenly you're mine Suddenly you're mine It's brighter than the sun It's brighter than the sun It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine. Love will remain a mystery But give me your hand and you will see Your heart is keeping time with me What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine It's brighter than sunshine Let the rain fall, I don't care I'm yours and suddenly you're mine Suddenly you're mine I got a feeling in my soul ...(repeat chorus to end) What If by Coldplay What if there was no lie Nothing wrong, nothing right What if there was no time And no reason, or rhyme What if you should decide That you don't want me there by your side That you don't want me there in your life What if I got it wrong And no poet or song Could put right what I got wrong Or make you feel I belong What if you should decide That you don't want me there by your side That you don't want me there in you life Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right How can you know it, if you don't even try Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right Every step that you take Could be your biggest mistake It could bend or it could break That's the risk that you take What if you should decide That you don't want me there in your life That you don't want me there by your side Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right How can you know when you don't even try Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right |
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June 18th, 2005
Second weekend POSTED AT 01:12 AM The week went by fast. But Friday was excruciating. It was cruel and long and torrid and confusing and i'd very much like never to do it again. Second weekend. Second weekend! And I'm sick of school! I need this rest. Homework today. Crap. Hate homework.. hate doing homework, hate going to school... hate it all! And to top it off, i keep seeing Father Go everywhere! My God! |
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June 18th, 2005
As Promised POSTED AT 01:22 AM Let me savor the sensation which is feeling so familiarly strange Like the wait is almost over, like I’m ready and my luck’s about to change I’m kickin back in the back of a black Cadillac Starin at a woman but she won’t stare back My heart’s flip-flappin like I’m high on crack When I imagine what that might feel like Cos I know that she loves me And I know it’s just a matter o-of ti-ime. She will be mine Now let me memorize this moment so that when some day my son is on my knee Or my little girl I can’t paint a perfect picture of the night their momma fell in love with me By just kickin back in the back of a black Cadillac Starin down the barrel of a heart attack And now I’m warm and fuzzy like I’m high on a snack When I imagine what that might feel like Cos I know that she wants me And I know it’s just a matter of ti-i-i-ime. She will be mine, mine She will be mine I’m kickin back in the back of a black Cadillac Starin at a woman but she won’t stare back My head’s all dizzy like I smoked some crack, shot some smack and then drank a six pack Cos I know that she wants me (shoo-be-doo-be-doo-be-doo--doo-be-doo) And I know that she needs me (sha-la-la-la-la) Yeah, cos I know that she loves me And I know it’s just a matter o-o-o-of . . . time She will be mine, uh-oh She will be mine She will be mine |
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June 18th, 2005
My Beautiful Disaster POSTED AT 10:52 AM An exquisite extreme, I know He's as damned as he seems And more heaven than a heart could hold If I try to save him My whole world would cave in It just ain't right, Lord, it just ain't right Oh, and I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful He's such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Lord, would it be beautiful Or just a beautiful disaster He's magic and myth He's strong as what I believe A tragedy with More damage than a soul should see But do I try to change him So hard not to blame him Hold me tight, baby hold me tight Oh, and I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful He's such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful Or just a beautiful disaster I'm longing for love and the logical But he's only happy, hysterical I'm searching for some kind of a miracle Waiting so long I've waited so long He's soft to the touch But frayed at the end, he breaks He's never enough And still he's more than I can take Oh, and I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful He's such a beautiful disaster And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful Or just a beautiful disaster He's beautiful Lord, he's so beautiful He's beautiful |
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June 19th, 2005
Sunday Morning, but Rain Ain't Fallin... POSTED AT 01:04 AM Hopefully, it'll stay that way til noon, where it'll downpour til none of us can think. Then the traffic will be so horrendous, we can't get to mass. Well, fine, it's impossible, but i am fine in my little fantasy, thank you very much. Urgh... my hair is not nice in the morning. Too sabog. Especially if it's wet when i sleep on it. I've got a new usericon. I just found this site with a commercial called "Chrome" and i could download the thing.. so i did. It's kind of cool. I'm obsessing over a new song... it goes, "What a feelin... in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine--brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, i don't care. I'm yours and suddenly you're mine--suddenly you're mine." It's true. Love just isn't in your heart, or your head, it's in your soul. Twisting through the wispy smokiness of your spirit. And, it may burn brighter than sunshine, but nothing shines brighter than love with sunshine. I'm just pretty content now--except for that heap of homework i still have to do. Does Aqualung mean he's drowning? Listening to: Brighter Than Sunshine |
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June 20th, 2005
Lousy days at school POSTED AT 09:37 AM School has uber-fast internet. I uploaded a 20.3 MB video in three minutes! THREE!!!!!! And when i came home.. someone left the computer AND the internet on. WHAT IDIOT DID THAT??????? ANDREW!!! DIE, DAMMIT! Jeez! Wasted like, nine hours of internet! Nine precious hours! Of internet that he will again use tonight until about two tomorrow! That poke! I'm telling on him to dad! Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You) by Aqualung I've been watching your world from afar I've been trying to be where you are And I've been secretly falling apart Unseen To me, you're strange and you're beautiful You'd be so perfect with me But you just can't see You turn every head but you don't see me I'll put a spell on you You'll fall asleep When I put a spell on you And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see And you'll realize that you love me Yeah Ye-ah Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first Sometimes the first thing you want never comes But I know that waiting is all you can do Sometimes I'll put a spell on you You'll fall asleep When I put a spell on you And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see And you'll realise that you love me I'll put a spell on you You'll fall asleep Cause I put a spell on you And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see And you'll realize that you love me, yeah Yeah Ye-ah Yeah Ye-ah |
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June 20th, 2005
Climbing The Walls by Stir POSTED AT 11:44 AM Safe until the moment I close my eyes Climbing the walls Don't know if I can make it through the night I'm gonna find my way Someday maybe I'm going to come down And I'll start all over again Can't afford this high that's all around me We all wanna live forever And I'm starting it all today I am climbing the walls I am climbing the walls Now here I am with a stranger And I'm faced again with a needle How am I supposed to relate to you? Help stop me now if you would 'Cause I could fly from here and make it feel good And I could rule the world but I'm misunderstood And I'll start all over again Can't afford this high that's all around me We all wanna live forever We all wanna be something someday Ready to taste whatever's yet to come And I'm starting it all today, today, today I am climbing the walls I am climbing the walls Climbing the walls Don't know if I can make it through the night We all wanna live forever We all wanna be something someday Ready to taste whatever's yet to come And I'm starting it all today It all today, today, today I am climbing the walls Climbing the walls Climbing the walls I am climbing the walls |
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June 21st, 2005
Some Things buggin me POSTED AT 10:33 AM Throughout English class, i was just writing the lyrics down... Everything was fine until i hit the second verse. How did it go? After being driven insane thinking about it, i get to the car and listen to it on the iPod. It goes: "Well I can't smell the roses and the rainbows are just shades of gray. All the things that made me happy just don't move me the same..." Hmm. |
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June 22nd, 2005
Funniness. POSTED AT 06:57 AM Ms. Vasquez: What are the five stages in a life span? *pause* Walang may alam? Student: Birth, growth. Other students: Maturity, decline, death. Ms. Vasquez: Ayun pala e. Charles: Cher, nasaan ka na sa mga yun? Ms. Vasquez: Wala kang paki doon. LOL. Okay, it was a lot funnier when it happened. Trust me. Lousy day. Freewebs won't let me upload the soclosevideos because i'm a new user and i haven't been registered for a week yet. A little clause that I forgot about. Will do that next time. I'm obsessing over Leann Rimes music again. The Right Kind Of Wrong . . . You know what? I kind of think helping Tranzer's made me a whole better person. It made me see just how well i could understand others. This is why i'm going for that psych course, no doubt about it. I have such a great gift in helping people, and i want to help others so much, that i don't know why i would think of wasting it away on creating computers. The Right Kind of Wrong by LeAnn Rimes Know all about, yeah 'bout your reputation And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation But I can't help it if I'm helpless Everytime that I'm where you are. You walk in and my strength walks out the door Say my name and I can't fight it any more Oh I know, I should go But I need your touch just too damn much Lovin' you, yeah, isn't really something I should do Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah I should try to be strong But baby you're the right kind of wrong yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong Might be a mistake, A mistake I'm makin' But what you're givin' I am happy to be takin' 'Cause no one's ever made me feel The way I feel when I'm in your arms They say you're somethin' I should do without They don't know what goes on when the lights go out There's no way to explain All the pleasure is worth all the pain Lovin' you, yeah isn't really something I should do Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you yeah I should try to be strong But baby you're the right kind of wrong yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong I should try to run but I just can't seem to 'Cause every time I run you're the one I've run to Can't do without what you do to me, I don't care if I'm in too deep yeah hey-yeah Know all about, yeah 'bout your reputation And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation But I can't help it if I'm helpless Everytime that I'm where you are, You walk in and my strength walks out the door Say my name and I can't fight it any more Oh I know, I should go But I need your touch just too damn much Hey-yeah Lovin' you, yeah, isn't really something I should do Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you yeah I should try to be strong (should try to be strong) But baby you're the right kind of wrong (right kind of wrong) Baby you're the right kind of wrong (Baby you're the right kind of wrong) Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last Thing On My Mind by Ronan Keating feat. LeAnn Rimes Ronan: Four o’clock in the morning My mind’s filled with a thousand thoughts of you And how you left without warning But lookin’ back I’m sure ya tried to talk it through LeAnn: Now I see it so clearly We’re together but living separate lives Ronan: So I wanna tell you I’m sorry Baby I can’t find the words But if I could Then you know I would yeah yeah yeah *Chorus* Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me Guess I had it all right there before my eyes Ronan: Yeah Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind Leanne: You carried me like a river How far we've come still surprises me Ronan: And now I look in the mirror (look in the mirror) Staring back is a man I used to be, with you How I long for you, yeah Both: Be with you How I long for you Ronan: Yeah-yeah Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind Ronan: Girl I’m sorry (girl I’m sorry) I was wrong (I was wrong) Both: Could’ve been there (could’ve been there) Ronan: Shoulda been so strong So I’m sorry LeAnn: Ooh ooh Ronan: Woah-woah-woah-woah.. LeAnn: Woah-woah.. Both: No I won’t let go, know what we can be I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now LeAnn: Oh I’m sorry Ronan: You were the last thing Both: On my mind (on my mind) Both: I won’t watch my life crashin’ down on me Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah Ronan: Girl I’m sorry now, you were the last thing On my mind On my mind (on my mind) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You Are by LeAnn Rimes You, you make no mistake You take everything I ever wanted into account When you walk into the room You give room breathing room Talk and turn never too late or too soon You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me You are the first one that I wish to tell Everything that matters, matters because you reflect it back so well, You see understanding wherever you are standing Between reason and passion - balance You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me You are my strongest link You are everything I ever wanted to be You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written In The Stars by LeAnn Rimes feat. Elton John Elton John: I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You think of me, or speak of me, or wonder what befell The someone you once loved so long ago, so well LeAnn Rimes: Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by You don't have to ask me and I need not reply Every moment of my life from now untill I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Chorus: Is it written in the stars Are we paying for some crime Is that all that we are good for Just a stretch of mortal time Is this God's experiment In which we have no say In which we're given paradise But only for a day Elton John: Nothing can be altered, oh, there is nothing to decide No escape, no change of heart, no any place to hide LeAnn Rimes: You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied Sometimes in my darkest thoughts I wish I never learned Both: What it is to be in love and have that love returned Chorus x 2 |
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June 24th, 2005
Just A Couple of Things POSTED AT 11:13 PM Friday, with it's eternal bliss, and wacky events. Preceding the oh-so-coveted weekend. Yeah, it was a great day. But, I think that Friday had also helped me realize a few things. Sitting in Chinese class, having He Lao Shi chatter away in her distinctly uppity Hazel-y way made me realize that I am blessed. Staring up at my class, having Michael and Kenn and Giancarlo chatter away like tomorrow'd never come, just watching them do that, and i realize that I'm content. And then, looking at Auntie Sasa and Uncle Gilbert, who wedded the other night, and Auntie Elaine, Auntie Elanor, Auntie Lola Anna, Auntie Alin, Auntie Rachel, and Uncle William, Uncle Edmond, Uncle Edward and Uncle Edison, and Uncle Stanley and Ahiya Mark and Mom and Dad and Andrew and Alex sitting in Little Asia, in the long, long table, wishing the ones who will leave a happy and safe trip, and bugging dad, "Fan ohk gei le, hai ma?", I realized that I was actually happy. Yeah. I'm happy. I'm getting confirmed. I'm making my choice, and I'm staying with God. Why run from something I know I cannot escape? So God, here I come. |
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June 25th, 2005
Tooodayyy... POSTED AT 09:52 AM Yeah. Jackie's sick of it, so we're holding the next one at Greenbelt. I'm okay with it. Kenn, Nicky, Christian, Walter, Jackie, Ienne and, strangely, Neell (Yes, Neell Young) appeared. China tour people. Okay, so, first, i arrive and walk around, when I see auntie Olga and Christian in Burgoo. Chat a bit, Auntie Olga asks about the eczema, and Christian and I go walk around. Go to Fully Booked, check some books while Christian converses with Se Yeon, his Korean friend, on the phone. He shows me some action figures, and then Jackie and Walter are here. We find them walking downstairs, and Christian and I yell at them and tell them to come up. They do, and we go to the movie house to check. And while we're buying tickets, Ienne appears. She gives me her present, as does Jackie. Jackie's is a pen with a blackpenlight. You write on something, and where it doesn't seem like there's anything, once you shine the blacklight, you see the message. Ienne's is those ceramic figurines that, when you dunk in hot water, starts peeing. I had two from China, but Alex broke one, so now I have two again. YAY! So we've got the tickets, we decide where to eat. Turns out, it's Walter's birthday (Chinese, so i don't know.) and he's supposed to treat us all. He has coupons for Burgoo. And off to Burgoo we are. We eat, and that's when Nicky, Kenn and Neell appear. While we're eating, Kenn and Christian run off to the CR, and we continue eating. After a while we start to get worried that they might've gotten lost or something. Or something. So Jackie: Where're Kenn and Kitty? Me: They went to the bathroom together. Ienne and Jackie: Uh.. Uhm... uh.... Me: I'll text em I text Christian: Where'd you guys go? Jackie worries. Christian: Uhm... somewhere... we'll be there, don't worry. They come back and they say: The line for the bathroom was really long. But you know what? We found these lying around and it had your name on it. And they both hand me two plastic bags. PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I EXPLICITLY TOLD THEM NOT TO!!!!!!!!! But still, this Hale CD and mug were well worth it. Finish eating, go to PowerStation, and start waiting and we keep losing track of each other. Finally, I pool enough of them for the movie, Batman Begins, and we go watch. Damn cool! Also kind of reminded me that I wanna update my fics. Jackie leaves before it ends, but the rest of us stayed and finished it. I gave the extra ticket that was supposed to be for Kenn (which he declined when he decided to keep Nicky, who didn't wanna watch, company) to Neell, and it was a good thing too. Neell was patient with all my questions about who-said-what and what-was-what, and even explained some concepts to me. Qui-Gon's actor... was... disturbing. Anyway, we all leave, and now i'm here, listening to Hale and playing with the blacklight... oooh.... pretty light... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walk Away by Kell Clarkson You've got your mother and your brother Every other, undercover, telling you what to say You think I'm stupid But the truth is, that it's Cupid, baby Loving you has made me this way So before you point your finger Get your hands off of my trigger, oh yeah You need to know the situations getting old And now the more you talk, the less I can take I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go Well, if you don't have the answer Why you still standing here Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away (just walk away, just walk away) I waited here for you like a kid waiting after school So tell me, how come you never showed I gave you everything and never asked for anything And look at me, I'm all alone So before you start defending, baby Stop all your pretending I know you know I know So what's the point in being slow Let's get this show on the road today, hey I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go Well, if you don't have the answer Why you still standing here Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away (just walk away, just walk away) I want a love, I want a fire To feel the burn, my desires I want a man by my side Not a boy who runs and hides Are you gonna fight for me Die for me Live and breathe for me Do you care for me Cause if you don't then just leave I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go Well, if you don't have the answer Why you still standing here Hey, hey, hey, hey Just walk away If you don't have the answer Just walk away Just leave Walk away, walk away |
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June 25th, 2005
Gone POSTED AT 10:01 AM What you see's not what you get With you, there's just no measurement No way to tell what's real from what isn't there Your eyes, they sparkled That’s all changed into lies That drop like acid rain You washed away the best of me You don't care You know you did it I'm gone To find someone to live for in this world There’s no light at the end of the tunnel tonight Just a bridge that I gotta burn You are wrong If you think you can walk right through my door That is just so you Coming back when I've finally moved on I'm already gone Sometimes shattered, never open Nothing matters when you're broken That was me, whenever I was with you Always ending, always over Back and forth, up and down, like a roller coaster I am breaking that habit today You know you did it I'm gone To find someone to live for in this world There is no light at the end of the tunnel tonight Just a bridge that I gotta burn You are wrong If you think you can walk right through my door That is just so you Coming back when I've finally moved on I'm already gone There is nothing you can say Sorry doesn't cut it, babe Take the hit and walk away Cause I'm gone Doesn’t matter what you do It’s what you did that's hurting you All I needed was the truth Now I'm gone What you see's not what you get What you see's not what you get You know you did it I'm gone To find someone to live for in this world There’s no light at the end of the tunnel tonight Just a bridge that I gotta burn You are wrong If you think you can walk right through my door That's just so you Coming back when I've finally moved on I'm already gone I'm already gone Ooh, I'm already gone Already gone I'm gone |
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June 25th, 2005
Damnit! POSTED AT 10:46 AM I got a minute-long preview of the song, but i still need the lyrics!!!!!! And it sounds so frickin good!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AARON LINES FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! |
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June 27th, 2005
At Last! POSTED AT 10:12 AM Thank you so much! I have it! At long, long last! And damnit, it's an effing nice song. It Takes A Man by Aaron Lines She locked her fingers and bowed her head She said I'm late, and I'm really scared You can go, but I hope you stay I'm gonna keep it, either way In my daddy's el camino In her driveway in the rain Staring through the windshield I could see my future change And my heart hit like a hammer And my thoughts were running wild Any fool can make a baby It takes a man, to raise a child I laid my head, down on the wheel She said I know, I know, it don't seem real She closed her eyes, but tears flowed through She said don't hate me, for loving you In my daddy's el camino In her driveway in the rain Staring through the windshield I could see my future change And my heart hit like a hammer And my thoughts were running wild Any fool can make a baby It takes a man, to raise a child Well I could not reassure her I couldn't say what I had planned Couldn't put three words together So I just, took her hand In my daddy's el camino In her driveway in the rain Staring through the windshield I could see my future change And my heart hit like a hammer And my thoughts were running wild Any fool can make a baby It takes a man, to raise a child It takes a man Strange, doesn't say if he "stayed" or not... Uh-oh... what does this mean??? And I also got another email from Aaron, and it went like this: Where are you located? And I wish it wasn't pushed back either....comes out in September though. --Aaron Lines On Jun 2, 2005, at 8:51 PM, halfangel wrote: > Well, i would. If I could. But unfortunately, i'm halfway across the > world. *grin* > > I'm coming back next summer to Canada, though. Hope to FINALLY meet > you then. > > If you've got the time, drop by my site, www.tabulas.com/~platinumangel > > Thanks, man. You're the greatest. > > And I seriously need that new album of yours. Why on earth was it > pushed back??? > > Fan, > Half-Angel |
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June 28th, 2005
AARON LINES - IT TAKES A MAN RELEASED INTO RADIO ON 27TH POSTED AT 08:53 PM Okay, now I'm actually gonna talk about stuff. All this crap that I've been avoiding. I got sick on Monday. I felt like vomiting, my breath was shot, my stomach hurt like hell, then later my head, i couldn't eat, I could only sleep and I was too weak to walk out to the dining room, which is a measely fifteen steps from my bed. So I missed the first day of P.E. And so I couldn't attend Karate. And I had to go in on Tuesday. Yesterday. And catch up. Turns out, Mr. Young had me scheduled for the routine interview on Monday. Now, I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to go! Had him put through the trouble of going to get me, and the probably embarrassment of finding out I was absent, and having fifty minutes of extra alone time, and walking back to his office like an idiot. And I kept apologizing because of that over YM, even though he said there was no need to. Crap. Whatsmore, I missed Filipino, Math, Science (the presentation with Kenn and Gian! Oh My God! Shit shit shit shit shit!) and Chinese (a seatwork and two extra poems! BS!) and English (half of Dead Poets Society! EFFIT!!!!!) and C.L.E. and i just feel like throwing up again now. On to lighter psychoblather... Charmed! Last night! Finale of season seven! DAMN COOL!!!!!!!!!!! So happeeee.... It all really worked out fine. Plus, Piper and Paige blasting and orbing bats apart was really cool. Must rip out animations... Hehe... Okay, well that's all for now. |
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June 29th, 2005
How Far? POSTED AT 07:47 AM There's the sky, I could catch a plane There's a train, there's the tracks I could leave and I could choose to not come back Oh, never come back There you are, giving up the fight Here I am begging you to try Talk to me, let me in But you just put your wall back up again Oh, when's it gonna end How far do I have to go to make you understand I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are So I'm gonna walk away And it's up to you to say how far There's a chance I could change my mind But I won't, not till you decide What you want, what you need Do you even care if I stay or leave Oh, what's it gonna be How far do I have to go to make you understand I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are So I'm gonna walk away And it's up to you to say how far Out of this chair, or just across the room Halfway down the block or halfway to the moon How far do I have to go to make you understand I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are So I'm gonna walk away And it's up to you to say Yeah I'm gonna walk away And it's up to you to say how far How far Oooh --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, person that I mean this for, how far's it gonna be? |
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June 29th, 2005
When All Else Fails POSTED AT 08:41 AM Yes, laughed. At human scum. Bleh ka diyan. I've caught up in C.L.E., Chinese, Math, Filipino and Science, and since I'd already seen The Dead Poets Society back in seventh grade, then in English too. In today's Chinese Seatwork Make-Up, which I did with Filbert because he too did not come in on Monday for SOME reason, which i keep forgetting to ask him, we had to read a poem that went like this (translated to English of course): A little girl asked her mother, "Why does the bride where white on her wedding day?" The mother thought for a moment, then answered, "Because white is a happy color, and today is the happiest day of her life." The little girl thought some more, then asked, "Then why does the groom wear black?" And if YOU DID NOT GET THAT, THEN THIS IS FOR YOU: LLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUUU FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! Now *shrugs shoulders and resumes gallant, nonchalant position*, let's move on, shall we? During the whole seatwork, people from High One doing their Welcome Xue Di papers were bothering Filbert and he had to keep telling them to come back in ten minutes, when we finished. But they wouldn't listen, and raised such a commotion that He Lao Shi herself, who was attending to other students, had to whack at them with her open fan and shoo them away. In my opinion, she shouldn't have just tapped them. She should've folded the fan closed and maimed their sorry little heads. Damn racket! But it reminded me of my old High One days, where I had to do that worthless shit of a paper as well. Terrible. OH!!!!! And!!!!!! While they were making Lao Shi listen to the sing the school song so that she'd sign their Xue Di form thingies, i tilted my head at her as if wondering what she was doing, and she... brace yourself... THUMBS-UPPED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... ... ... somehow, that was not the reaction I was expecting. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. Especially cos no one on God's frickin green earth, yes, i meant the undertone, dammit! even reads my effing blog anymore!!!!!!! My Gahd! Upon telling Filby beside me, he burst into a fit of giggles. At least he can FEEL, you know? Now, I've got new Aaron Lines pics. Yayity! And I need to see that video of It Takes A Man. Neeeed.... No, not just need. Neeeeeeeed........ Dammit! I wanna go to Canada again! And walk around in the streets, and I just remembered something in the car or at school or something, but it was what made Canada seem so perfect, not mundane, like my recent memories. It made Canada real to me again. Like I was there. And i wanna finally meet Aaron Lines and listen to him in a full-blown Country-style concert with billions of fans cheering as he sings stuff like Waitin' On The Wonderful and It Takes A Man and Turn It Up ... I don't like You Can't Hide Beautiful THAT much, but it's alright i guess... and then have him sign something, and take pictures with my phone, and then go home and post it on this site and declare bliss at the prospect of having gone to a concert of his. But alas. I cannot. Damnit, i seriously need to listen to It Takes A Man. No, I need his new album. PUNYETA, SINO BANG NAGPASYANG I-PUSH BACK YUNG ALBUM NIYA, HA???? GRABE NAMAN!!!!!!!! JUNE 9... JUNE 9... NANIWALA KAMI, TAPOS NAGING JULY 12! O, SIGE, JULY PA, PERO, TANGINA TALAGA... SEPTEMBER??????? LALABAS SA SEPTEMBER???????? IMPOSIBLE NAMAN TALAGA EH!!!!!!!!! BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, DECEMBER NA YAN!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!! Mark bites his lip when he laughs. Henry dubbed my "ding" (as in "yi ding" de "ding", as in "must". Not THAT you green, green freaks!) as "saucy". Evan enjoys History. And together, they form--the ultimate trio! I'm not exactly sure anymore how i got into such a great group in Chinese... Oh right. I chose the seat amongst theirs. Haay... lucky me then. Speaking of green (look above), a while ago, in Soc. Sci., a convo went like this: Ms. Natonton: What is Polygamy? Classmate: A man having two or more wives. Ms. Natonton: Correct. Now why would someone want two or more wives? Michael (who else, exactly, did you expect?): (yells out) Threesome! *Class bursts out laughing, Miss Natonton starts giggling* Ms. Natonton: *(laughing mid-sentence* OTHER than the green reasons that you're thinking of... So this entry is really just stretching, and tomorrow is the one thing i've been looking forward to the whole week. My routine interview. Yeah, once a year lang, and I'll have used up the one credit i've got for it, but i freakin need it. Yes, I need to discuss college courses with my Guidance Counselor. Desperately. Haha! It's gotten rescheduled twice already, and to get sick then would be... an inhuman thing to do to Mr. Young, who coincidentally is NOT replying to my IMs... Well, so long. *tiny wave* |
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June 30th, 2005
You Know What A Routine Interview Is? POSTED AT 10:24 AM And yee-hah, that's what I did. Mr. Young was accomodating, and that, along with missing on what looked to be a very boring, off-lesson, semi-lecture on the importance of the Examen from Ms. Espiritu, and the entirety of Filipino, even going thirty minutes overtime. That might've just been the one thing that kept me sane enough to last through tomorrow. I asked Michael (he's my seatmate, what can I effing do?) kanina in C.L.E., "I'm so sick of school!" Michael: Me too. *pause and ponder that* Michael: I wish it was Friday. Me: Wala ka bang... parang... motivation? The bell rang so he couldn't answer, and I headed off to Chinese. Well, this is my motivation. Since I can come up and bother Mr. Young at any time, I will be looking forward to the privilege of doing so. If only routine interviews weren't just once a year. More like... anytime I want. Then I'd skip school and just chat. And make palamig in his super-cold aircon office. Or when it's C.L.E. or Math and I'm bored. I just remembered, all the while, Mr. Young was asking what words I used meant. I mean, there was "moniker", and a whole bunch of others that I don't remember... and then "kinapopootan" and he was all "Gumagamit ka talaga na "kinapopootan"?" And, well... yeah. Isn't that why we're being taught those words in the first place? So we can use em? I mean, I know, it isn't used in colloquial Filipino, but why on Earth not? Everyone knows what it means anyway... Ugh, an hour and forty minutes of Math kanina. Oh my God, I think my brain stopped working for a while back there. I was just staring at the paper, and the squiggly lines that I had scribbled on it... WORK PROBLEMS ARE CRUEL!!!!!!! THEY'RE JUST SO CRUEL!!!!! I HATE WORK PROBLEMS!!!!!! And I couldn't even think straight... I was just staring at the paper... just staring at it... Oh Goodness. I will hurt Father Go if I get a similar schedule next year. The Math free Tuesdays are just not worth the pain and torture and sabaw of Thursdays. I mean, my Gahd, holy frickin smoke, AN HOUR AND FORTY MINUTES OF MATH??????? Sira ulo ba yung mga teachers? No on can stand that! Oh My Gahd talaga... Mamatay na, Math! I have... 35? weeks of school left? ... It's almost positive when I put it like that. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! I JUST... CAN'T... STAND IT... MAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII EHHHFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGH!!!!!!! *bangs head on keyboard* Dammit! I hate school! I hate school! I hate school! I FRIGGIN HATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!! SHIT IT!!!!!!!! *exhale* Well, now that THAT'S off my chest, I'm going to write a literary piece of some sort... will post it when i finish. |
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June 30th, 2005
Chinese Freakout! POSTED AT 11:11 AM As usual, Lao Shi was being as pleasant and nice as she was, when suddenly, she pauses. Then, we continue, and she pauses again. This goes on for some time until she suddenly starts reprimanding us for being noisy and not listening. And then suddenly, still smiling, she says, in actual English: "The right. You have the right to ask me for a favor? When i asked you guys, you didn't give me that favor. And you have the right to ask me?" And we were all frozen silent. Oh My God. It had to be super grabe if she would speak in English. It had to be TERRIBLE. She was fed up with us. I'm not gonna be a source of her problems anymore, now that I realize how hard she tries just to make Chinese easier for us to learn. But I'm just not sure if that'll be enough. |
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June 30th, 2005
Problems of this Heart POSTED AT 08:39 PM Gilds the stomach wall Every moment Images of you flow through me Feelings for you grow in me Walk by, and I am graced Burning fire in my veins Unserfeitable But impossible to shun altogether Like toxic in my lungs Like the first throaty swallow of liquid So sweet So beautiful So . . . there So burn on, I must As you with your ever patience And theories of Sigmund Freud Concur on my wavelength And I, of ever cool, ever control And nonchalant indifference Smolder in love Yes, I want this Yes, I wanna be with you But where is my heart? And where is yours? |
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