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Tuesday, December 30, 2008, 8:37 PM
Live this night forever
Feels like just last week that i was opening 2007's christmas presents, and it feels like just yesterday that i put down my pen and screamed hallelujah walking out of the O level exam hall. Weeks are flying out like endless rain into a papercup. Week by week, life flies by like nobody's business, i dont know if its just me, but this is all pretty surreal, one year's passed when it feels like barely a month. My results day seems a pretty long while ahead, but knowing time, it'll prolly be here in a manner of what will feel like minutes. I didn't even get a chance to grab christmas and swing it around to appreciate it more cos it zipped past too quickly. What the heck is going on around here, the world needs to stop spinning so fast. Everyone's falling off it. Pfft. Caught bedtime stories with kenny yesterday then went to ish's to go swim like hell in my pathetic attempts to loose weight. I think it actually might be working. pfft. Swam for a few hours before heading home. I set the alarm today for 9 o'clock, and i did get up at 9 o'clock knowing i had to meet lijia at 11. But for some reason, i just flopped back to sleep while standing up. Tsk. Ended up waking up an hour later and rushing to meet her at the cathay where we were gonna have a movie marathon. Walked to plaza instead cos cathay looked limited, but unfortunately, GV was having some power shortage issues in the ticket place so they had to make us que for like a thousand hours before actually buying tickets to angus thongs and perfect snogging. And it was better than i expected it to be, soundtrack was also kickass. Went to chippy's to get cheesey chicken then walked to cathay where we watched bedtime stories, yes i realize that i watched bedtime stories twice now. Tsk. I've officially watched every single movie out there twice now. After the neck stiffening front row torture we had to endure for 2 hours, quickly got tickets to bolt 3D which was really really worth it cos it offered so much more than just a 3D view of the movie. It also came with waves and throbs of occasional headaches and nausea especially when sitting in the first row. Bolt wasn't that great anyway, unless you enjoy movies with talking cartoon animals on drugs with surgically doctered eyeballs and annoying voices running around with thousands of little mindless girls going "ooooo so cute so cute so cute oooooo". Tsk. Bused home after that to go for final practice before tomorrow's new year's gig. Just came back from the studio and i'm dead tired. Spent a good couple of minutes re-doing some posters on my wall. It looks much more confusing now. Pictures, stand back. ![]() One side of my wall. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In case i don't get the chance to wish you personally, have a happy bloody new year. 2009, we're gonna kick some ass. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Sunday, December 28, 2008, 12:57 PM
The dark side of the moon
The past few days have been stupidly boring, christmas felt like a thursday with nothing to do but muck around going ho ho ho. Boxing day was out with Audre and Bridgette to do a bunch of completely pointless and useless things like prank call a number of their friends with my equally pointless and useless collection of voices. Not bad really, managed to piss someone off so much he threatened to call the police when all i really said was "where's gary". Tsk. One of the girls we called even said she got turned on by my voice. Can't say i've heard that before. I couldn't stop laughing after she told me that, not every day a girl tells you she got turned on by your voice. Had lunch with Ally and travis yesterday cos i haven't seen those buggers in ages, we decided to mellow down a bit and dine at a local coffee shop, seeing as how travis and ally are british, the drinks lady who came up to us tried really really hard to convince us her english lessons paid off. Drinks Lady: Oh hello good afternoon do you want some drinks to drink? Ally: Sure, what do you have? Drinks lady: Ah we have sprite, seven up, milo, cock, Me: Wait, what? Drinks Lady: Cock, we have cock, cock vanilla, cock light, cock lemon all also have. This wasn't the first time i'm hearing this and i was trying so hard not to burst out in laughter, but since Ally and travis have never before heard a person pronounce good ol' well loved coke as cock, they immediately died. I tried to be polite and order 3 cocks, but i couldn't bring myself to say it. In the end, the woman walked away with a smile thinking we were laughing at how wonderfully powerful her english was. God bless that woman's soul. Pfft. At dinner yesterday, Dad gave me quite a shock. Dad: (he was reading an sms) hmm, Jonas Brothers (I immediately spat out my chicken) Me: What? Where'd you get that name from? Dad: You're gonna be singing a song from the jonas brothers, uncle ronnie says it suits you. Me: What. Tsk. Of all bands, honestly. Of all the music in this world, of all the wretched hell raising death defying shock rocking ear splitting music in this world, he had to choose, the Jonas Brothers. And it's dangerous for a man my dad's age to be walking around throwing that name around like that, its so odd. Its like hearing my grandfather say "Jay-z". It just doesn't mix well. He then popped in the names fallout boy and beyonce to me and is making me sing songs from them too. TSK?! Beyonce?!?! I'm not sure whether or not my dad knows beyonce is a woman. pfft. I'm heading off for band prac in a while so we'll see what shit lies ahead for me. Wish me luck. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Thursday, December 25, 2008, 3:26 AM
So this is christmas
I'm staying up all night hoping to see signs of santa claus. I know thats quite stupid since ive been santa with the mindset that that bugger doesn't really exist. But maybe the bloke's out there, shoving crap down chimneys in his silly red suit with his well kept hair and puffy hat. Christmas didn't turn out as bad as i thought it would be. Spent the day watching nick and norah's and twilight again back to back with cumara cos we had nothing else to do. They weren't as good the second time, but heck, i loved em anyway. Bused back a starving boy cos i didn't have lunch, toasted some sausages and made a big bowl of mushroom ravioli for the night's christmas dinner at my uncle's place. Headed to ming's place at 10 after dinnering at my uncle's place. Was greeted with the usual loud hellos and how are yous from men and women i see every holiday at ming's place. Found sushee, ming, nicole, diane and leon sloshed in a corner of the room playing with some child, sushee and ming were fed up with the kid and were sulking in a corner. Ming, sushee and i stepped out of the house and walked to the deserted swimming pool at the top of the hill like we used to do when we were 5, grabbed chairs and talked, caught up on times, told scary stories and laughed till dogs barked. Ming showed us her torn tendon courtesy of SC netball training while me and sushee flinched. Tsk. Headed back to the house for games of blackjack where i won 80 cents. Ming had a huge pot of mixed coin currencies, she prolly won half a euro? I cant remember. Midnight clanged around and the usual merry christmases were exchanged, leon got on the piano while i got on the guitar and everyone sang carols till our voices were lost to the winds. I'm too lazy to post pictures, maybe i'll do it sometime tomorrow. Ming got me a rotatable motorized ice cream cone holder cos she knows i love ice cream (yay thanks mingie <3) Sushee got me chocolate, thats enough to make me happy. Mom got me a toothbrush. Tsk? The hell is that sposed to mean? Cumara got me a belt that cant fit, Dad got me 2 tshirts, Diane got me a mini monopoly set, manda got me a book on cats and everyone else gave me either chocolate or some weird edible concoction. It's christmas, but it doesn't feel one bit like it. Maybe it's lost its magic, or maybe it's just become so part of who we are and no one makes a big deal out of it. pfft. Have yourselves a happy little christmas, and listen to this song while you chew on candy canes. Its prolly my fav one this year. I'm gonna go read a book till it bores me to sleep. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Monday, December 22, 2008, 10:12 PM
Flightless Bird, American Mouth
Friday was the bbq and it went pretty well, most of the original drama company was there, swam, told stories, talked, caught up and of course, barbequed. The fire would have been easier to start if ish had actually remembered to buy fire starters, but unfortunately, he didn't, and for some reason, everyone in his estate had no fire starters. So came our fire starting attempts with vodka and oil which came in a small silver dish. Naturally, both didn't really help much except give a 3 second flame which died (thank you, wind), so we had to walk all the way to some weird place just to buy fire starters. Eventually, got the fire going, but kenny couldn't control the fire and ended up burning every single satay we bought in 5 minutes, well done there. But eventually, we managed to control the barbaque to enjoy some really almost cooked sausages and some really over cooked ones. Never could quite get it in between could we. Thankfully, i had made this huge massive pot of pasta earlier in the day and we ordered 6 boxes of pizza to fill up our stomachs. Headed home around 2 in the morning after a couple more hours of senseless nonsense. I woke up the next day remembering it was the day of the christmas party and the gig. Headed over to the club at lunch time and prepared my guitar and mic checks. Once that was done, the kids started streaming in, dozens and dozens of little ingrint snot nosed children barely 5 feet running around screaming like the world was ending. If i could i would have smashed my guitar on every single one of those kids' heads. But no, i don't want to damage my guitar. Played the whole set for the little gremlins, and they actually recognized some songs i did and eventually decided to shut up. Then i had to emcee for the whole party which consisted of senseless shows by a magician who couldn't speak a proper word of english and who's greatest trick was sticking his head in a balloon which burst on the first 2 tries. Then came the time for me to stuff myself in that annoying red suit and plaster on cotton to my face and wear a silly fluff hat to become santa. Now i know why santa only visits children at night when they're dead asleep and knocked out. Tsk. So yes, i ho ho hoed and i merry christmased every little child i saw secretly wanting to ring their necks. Ok so i don't hate children that much, i do enjoy their company, but only sometimes, when they're not high on sugar and crack. Nightmare ended at 6 and i could finally rest for abit, had to head off to Norris Ong's birthday party at some country club in pasir ris cos dad and him are like brothers and he asked dad's band to play. So i had to drag myself on stage to play keys and vocals to annoying country songs and a few awesome beatles tracks. Everything finished around 11, by then i was just about ready to sleep and never wake up but had to head back to the club where the adult's party was going on (which took place after the children's one and dragged till this godforsaken hour). Dad made me sing some more songs but i dropped dead after 3. Dad by this time was sloshed and drunk as his usual self and started introducing me to cheryl again who i had already been introduced to thrice. It didn't help that her dad was drunk too and kept introducing me to her trying to hook us both up or something. In fact, me and her were having a conversation when one of dad's friends came up to us and started talking to us, mine and cheryl's dad then simultaneous told him to bug off and allow us to continue bonding. Tsk. Once again cheryl, im sorry bout our parents. Headed home at 3 finally. tsk. Sunday was trash. Ling and doug came over at night to do literally nothing. Caught ip man with ling and all today and it was a pretty alright movie i guess. Couldn't understand heck anyone was saying, but the subtitles kept me entertained. They came over for a bit and just left, i haven't had dinner and i don't plan to. Part of the new diet see. Its 2 days to christmas! I'm partially excited, its kinda lost its magic, but i'll do with whats left of it. Soon, january's gonna roll by and the results with it. I'll try not to think about that, and about some other stuff that's really bothering me right now. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Thursday, December 18, 2008, 7:33 PM
In the night we could be helpless
10% of it was reading, 5% of it was eating, 6% of it was talking on the phone, 9% of it was singing, and 80% of it was sleeping. Which is not very typical of my behavior seeing was how i sleep as much as a coffee bean, which is almost never. But today, i slept till 12, woke for brunch, did everything that was mentioned above aside sleeping and went back to sleep again. Woke for dinner and slept again till now at 8 when i'm awake again, which is quite scary cos the last time i slept this long, i had an appendectomy performed on me and was under the influence of numerous sleep-inducing drugs. And i'm starting to get a bit worried cos i feel so un-energized and all i can think of now is to roll back onto my bed and just sleep for 3 days. Which for me is as close as it gets to suicide. But anyway i just had some m&ms and i'm feeling way better and sugared. Caught twilight with ling and doug on tuesday and while queing up for a hotdog, i turned my head and my eyes met with someone who's eyes just caught mine too. It took me awhile to recognize Kat but when she smiled and when i saw 6 foot tall Jon next to her, it was instant recognition. They were watching the exact same show as me only one row below mine. What is it with this bumping into people i know at movie theatres thing pfft. I actually loved twilight, i know many who actually read the book heavily criticized the movie of being unworthy of the book's glory, but since i've never read it, the movie was pretty damn awesome. The whole theme of it and what not was very classic vampire-ish and everything glued together pretty well. Kristen stewart was as beautiful as ever and robert pattinson was like a down syndrome kid who spent his childhood in a sewer playing with a wooden doll, but he struck me as cool nonetheless. In fact his wonderfully chiseled physique has somewhat inspired me to lose weight. I know i've said that a time or 9 before but see they all add up to this huge pot of inspiration that drives me to start running and never stop till i lose weight. Tried finding twilight the book after that at a couple of bookshops with ling but they were sold out everywhere. Tsk. Went to ish's place after with kenny to discuss tomorrow's barbeque but ended up doing nothing productive. Yesterday, headed to orchard for breakfast with cumara and weng and then to the epicentre to change weng's ipod for the 3rd time just cos his warranty was about to expire and so wanted to make us of it to pointlessly change his perfectly good ipod for a new one in the excuse that it has many technical faults. Pfft. Weng also went to change the new pair of flip flops he bought on the same day on monday with me for the 3rd time cos apparently one side was more bent than the other. Tsk. I just had to ask him about his obsession with changing his perfectly good purchased goods. Me: These things are in perfect condition you know. Weng: Noooo they're not, when i buy something i expect it to be perfect, one little mistake and i must change it. I'd sure hate to sell him something. pfft. Quickly rushed off to ish's at 12 while cumara headed to work at an office to be a slutty intern and weng went home, spent the day at ish's house with kenny with the intention of actually discussing the barbeque which we did for 20 odd minutes. Was sposed to go to grace's place and work on some music i wrote, but something cropped up and i had to go another day. So instead, spent the day gyming, basketballing and swimming. Somehow managed to squeeze into ishaan's medium sized shorts which fit like a tightsuit on me. Very difficult to breathe in that monstrous thing. Walked to some quaint porridge buffet place in killiney for dinner which was superb. Then walked all the way to great world to do absolutely nothing. Then walked back to his house where we sang some songs before leaving. Yes it was very productive. pfft. I just realized how fast time is actually passing, already a week down since my birthday and a month since the O's ended. And in a week's time, it'll be christmas. Kinda sad that all this christmas hype's gonna end in a week's time when ive barely begun to enjoy its presence. I'm gonna find something useful to do for the rest of the night. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ps. Happy birthday lynn and ian. Happy birthday to Song for tomorrow too. ao Monday, December 15, 2008, 10:30 PM
This door is always open
Liz: mmhmm. Brandon: haha thanks! Well, technically, he may or may not be dead. :D i leave that for your interpretation =) amiel: haha yes emokid. :p You better turn up on friday. :/ Kat: YEA! haha its so good! The singing and the acting all just go so well together haha. Cheryl: HAHA aww, im touched. Thanks =) See you at christmas yea? You coming for my gig? Munky: haha canon digital ixus 70 and my macbook cam :D Band practice yesterday for the stupid christmas and new year's gig at dad's golf club. He's also making me santa claus and the emcee for the party. Tsk. We're doing a pretty awesome set with many queen and rolling stones songs, so im quite satisfied. And for once, im not playing keys, dad upgraded me to rhythm guitar. pfft. Anyway, woke up late today realizing i was sposed to meet lynn at the time i woke up. But remembering her previous punctuality, i decided to take my time. Smart move too, cos she was gonna be late. Went to vivo hopping around then to wheelock's nydc for lunch. So there i was, happily into my baked pasta, scoffing down meatballs and delicious melted cheese when some theatrical doom approached from the corner of my eye. Fried, cumara, gary, weng and au stepped into the nike shop next to nydc. It was like a slow motion nightmare and i quickly tried hiding my face. But as you can tell by now, my skills of hiding isn't exactly wonderful. It didn't help that we were sitting right by the window of the place and could be seen very obviously by anyone passing. Naturally, they saw us. Tsk. And they all came in to say hello. All of them. tsk. Paid up and left after they left but bumped into them again in new urban male where i got a new pair of flip flops which are so comfortable, then walked to far east but saw nothing good so walked to wisma but saw nothing so walked to taka but again, saw nothing, and walked to the heeren where we saw nothing so walked to cine. Bought tickets to nick and norah's and took neoprints, pfft, i dunno why i do these things. Nick and norah was incredible, the songs and the story line were awesome. It has a very unique indie feel to it which is what i love so 5 stars for this movie from me. Headed home after that cos we were too tired. Pictures. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() bite ![]() ![]() kiss ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Just spoke to vin and it turns out, he was at the same cinema watching nick and norah today only one row behind be, 2 seats to my left. We have no idea how we did not see each other. pfft. I'm so extremely tired, you wouldn't believe it, been surviving on 4 hours of sleep per day. Go me. I need nick and norah's infinate playlist's playlist, but limewire's being a bitch. I'll seeyuh when seeyuh. ao Saturday, December 13, 2008, 11:06 AM
Well you needn't
Special thanks also to Dion who wished me a week ago thinking it was my birthday then, i just played along and accepted it thinking he might realize he got the date worng, but DIon will be Dion. Thanks anyway. I'm back from macau, i know that's strikingly obvious but still, i am back, and it was pretty interesting there. I thought that the people from macau, hong kong and china were loud, vile, rude desolute creatures with no bleedin idea of the meaning of the word manners. And i was wrong, they're actually much worse than that. They smoke literally 24/7, every single one of them, you'd even find little kids younger than me lighting a stick and blowing smoke out of their mouths that already can't shut up. They smoke so much that even whent they don't smoke, they're still smoking. Heck the smell of cigarette is like their national scent. You don't smell anything else but that around there. They also shout for everything, you'd think someone was screaming for help cos they were being burned alive by acid and having their hair pulled out by a bulldog when they're actually telling their friend about last night's news on the telly. Tsk. I shit you not. Well, here's the boring count of my trip. Day 1 Ok so like, getting to macau's like a nightmare, the plane ride there was absolute torture. The only one way trip to macau is through budget airlines crafts cos the better ones dont go there. So i had to sit on a stupid small cramped budget airline all the way to this godforsaken city. I could barely breathe on the plane and my legs couldn't move one bit, plus, there was no food on the plane. No Food On The Plane. Thats like the worst sin you can commit in my books. The cabin crew was completely gender confused too, the men were more feminine than a disney princess and the women were more manly than rambo. They would've made more sense if the "men" and "women" switched uniforms. This budget airlines also doesn't come with any tv screens anywhere, so the safety demonstrations were all live. And i swear, the cabin crew master was so amazingly gay he managed to make the oxygen mask look like a kinky sex toy. And it didn't help that he demonstrated the use of the life jackets by actually blowing them. His name was real dodgey too, Makbar. I shit you not. I mean, whats that, arabic? Sounds like a middle eastern dessert pfft. When the plane landed, it was like someone was dying. For some odd reason, the people around me had never flown in an airplane before, so they had no idea what to expect when it came to landing. They panicked. And the noise the children made was the kind that makes me wish my future kids would be born mutes. Then came the immigration, i swear the immigration officers read your passport like a good book, its like theyre trying to find the secret of life inside it. The whole proccess of going through the immigration took about 45 minutes. Tsk. Macau itself isn't that bad, its like a cross between new york, san francisco and las vegas, except with much more chinese on every bleedin corner of the city. Its a very quiet sleepy little town at night, mostly cos everyone's inside the huge gambling places gambling. The stuff there's also really really cheap, a bottle of beer costs 3.50 macau dollars, converted, thats only 70 singapore cents. And it comes in those classic tall glass bottles. My dad was really excited over the price pfft. While checking into the hotel, i bumped into the ping pong heroes of singapore, that jia wei woman and the other "woman" whose gender i'm not convinced of. There was some ping pong tournament going on in a stadium right next to my hotel so all the players were staying in my hotel. And gosh are those ping pongers unfriendly, they looked as miserable as a half dead man about to be drowned in sadness. It was like ping pong had clipped away their smiles and left behind a face fit for an executioner. Pfft. Day 2 Woke up at some weird timing and left for some place called zhuhai which was across the border from macau. I've no idea what zhuhai means, but using my translatory skills, i'm guessing it means pig sea in english. So we went to pig sea by bus, crossed the immigration border and what not, and entered pig sea, one of the biggest shopping areas in the whole of south china. Also one of the biggest imports of fake goods in the world. I swear everything there is fake it'd make you check your food to see if they replaced your club sandwich with a plastic box. Everything except the DVDs (which were surprisingly amazing quality) which were sold at only 3 singapore dollars each. And its not those shit quality DVDs you find in malaysia where there's a man holding a camera to the screen and you'd be able to hear people in the theatre coughing and laughing. Its superb quality. So, i bought 37 of them. Best part is, the immigration people didn't stop me. Well done there. Getting around pigsea wasn't an easy task for me and my dad, but with my mom and grandparents (who are wonderful chinese speakers), it was pretty alright. Since my dad's malay and doesn't speak a word of chinese, and i, well, you know how great my chinese is, so when my grandparents and mom ditched me and my dad to go to some shop, leaving us in a cafe all to our own, we were pretty lost in translation. We thought all would be alright, until the waitress came. China: (mumbles something in chinese) Me: What's she saying Dad: I can't speak a shit of chinese why ask me. Why'd all the chinese speakers abandon us, now we dont know shit thats going on. Can't you understand them? Me: They're speaking higher chinese, i take chinese B dad. China: (says something with the words ying and dong) Me: Dong, dong thats north i think. Dad: North coffee? Me: Must be some type of coffee from the north of some place, ok we'll take 2 dong coffees. China: Huh? Me: (In my best chinese) 2 car feys, liang ger car feys. Two, coffees north coffees, 2. She finally got it after 3 minutes. So yes, my chinese isn't that bad, it jsut takes a little bit of concentration to understand. Shopped for the rest of the day leaving the place with a new pair of shoes which took 4 hours to find my size cos the people of china have feet the size of a tick tack. All that shit bout them no longer binding their feet is bullocks, i swear, the largest size most of the shops there have is a size 8. And i'm a size 14 so it's really hard to have found anything. But miraculously, there was a shop that had a size 10. Ridiculously small still for my standards but it had to do. Left the place at night and headed back to the hotel, sloshed and dreary. Day 3 I woke up realizing its my birthday, so i went back to sleep. Dad woke me up a couple minutes later by throwing water onto my face. Tsk. He then presented me with 3 bottles of heineken he had bought from 7 eleven telling me its my birthday gift. Thanks dad. Its everything i've ever wanted. pfft. Spent the day in some place called senaldo square and st paul's ruins, then packed up, checked out from the 5 star hotel with the ping pongers to move to another hotel resort called the venetian. The venetian is the kind of place you dreamed of as a kid if you imagined yourself to be some sort of royal bloodline. The place is just absolutely huge, and everything there's extremely posh and like an exact replica of venice. Its so huge that i got lost in it 8 times until i decided to just keep a map with me all the time and trace my steps with it, cos otherwise, you'd most probably get lost and keel over and die in a corner. But yes the place really is amazing, i can't begin to describe cos i'd just lose my mind. So i won't. Went to sleep on the royal as hell bed in my royal as hell luxury suite (where the bathroom was as big as my house). Day 4 This was a pretty boring day cos i was leaving, got up at 4am and packed up, went for a 2 hour swim in their heated pool, then watched sweeney todd on my mac as the rest of my family woke up. After checking out, headed to some place called new yaohan which is absolute bullocks cos everything there's expensive and branded. Its exactly like tangs shopping mall. Headed to the airport around 6 and checked in the luggage, smuggling in a total of 37 DVDs, 2 bottles of beer, a packet of tobacco and 5 packs of cigarettes, the latter 2 courtesy of my Dad. Surprisingly, we didn't get stopped my singapore immigration either. Boarded the shitplane which was prolly the worst flight i'd ever been on. The plane was inhabited by hoards of people from china, large anti birth control families with 7-8 little ingrint children i wish i had sedated with a tranquilizer gun, and old women from some mountain with hats the size of china shuffling their way in speaking to their friends as though they were still up in the mountains, separated by kilometers and kilometers. I set my ipod volume to the max but it wasn't enough. Tsk. Finally got off the plane at 12 midnight back to singapore, singapore. Got a bottle of bailey's and a bottle of jack daniel's from the DFS. Cabbed home, relieved and happy to be so far away from china. Pictures, i have 387 pictures, but i decided to not put them all up. But still, stand back. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Chinese Democracy ![]() ![]() HAHA look lijia! ![]() These are only the ones that had been taken out of the first bag. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Tsk. ![]() ![]() ![]() Dad saw a lady posing in this position in the same place and decided to immitate here. Tsk. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Overall, i think macau's not a bad place to be, but you've gotta go with people who you can really go crazy with, not really with family. Well, ive got loads more to unpack. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao |
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