Friday, December 25, 2009
A Post For Farah
So, once upon a time, Farah broke her Coke glass that she bought from McDonald's. You know, those things that we crazily bought McD value meals for? Yeah..and I gave her this song as a tribute to her breaking her glass...twisted, I know but..hey...
And today, I heard the song again and I couldn't help giggling.
So here's my interpretation of the song.
So empty, can't feel no more, (cause the glass was probably empty)
As I'm left with my tears on the floor ('cept for the droplets of water in it)
I wait for my heart to mend, (in case those shards of glass can be put together)
But you keep tearing a hole (Yeah..not sure..)
Inside, I'm so lost, (Cause the pieces are everywhere)
In the middle of my heart (The glass was loved when it finally belonged)
It's a battlefield of love, (I think Farah loved the glass)
I've been fighting for too long (Breaking it was inevitable)
And now I'm shattered,
From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke (Do I need to explain this?)
Oh how it hurts
(Felt) it slipped from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered (Really? Do I?)
I'm so shattered
Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered
So shattered
So shattered
Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
I'm shattered, cut from with-inside (I REALLY do not have to explain this whole part)
What am I still here for, (Glass is confused at what happened)
Could it be that I'm just waiting (Glass hopes that it can be whole again)
Hoping you'd rescue me, (Glass is REALLY hoping)
And put the pieces together again (REALLY REALLY hoping)
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting for too long (Yadda yadda...)
And now I'm shattered
From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke
Oh how it hurts
Felt it slipped from you hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
I'm so shattered
Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered
So shattered
So shattered
Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
I'm shattered, cut from with-inside
Tell me what you're really here for, (Glass being all emo)
If you never really loved me (Glass being stupid cause of COURSE Farah loves it)
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough (Oh glass, stop being so stupid)
'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear (Glass is one emo bitch eh?)
You took my emotions
and scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
and move on with life, again (Cause..you know, it broke..)
And today, I heard the song again and I couldn't help giggling.
So here's my interpretation of the song.
Shattered
by
The Backstreet Boys.
As I'm left with my tears on the floor ('cept for the droplets of water in it)
I wait for my heart to mend, (in case those shards of glass can be put together)
But you keep tearing a hole (Yeah..not sure..)
Inside, I'm so lost, (Cause the pieces are everywhere)
In the middle of my heart (The glass was loved when it finally belonged)
It's a battlefield of love, (I think Farah loved the glass)
I've been fighting for too long (Breaking it was inevitable)
And now I'm shattered,
From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke (Do I need to explain this?)
Oh how it hurts
(Felt) it slipped from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered (Really? Do I?)
I'm so shattered
Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered
So shattered
So shattered
Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
I'm shattered, cut from with-inside (I REALLY do not have to explain this whole part)
What am I still here for, (Glass is confused at what happened)
Could it be that I'm just waiting (Glass hopes that it can be whole again)
Hoping you'd rescue me, (Glass is REALLY hoping)
And put the pieces together again (REALLY REALLY hoping)
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting for too long (Yadda yadda...)
And now I'm shattered
From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke
Oh how it hurts
Felt it slipped from you hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
I'm so shattered
Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered
So shattered
So shattered
Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
I'm shattered, cut from with-inside
Tell me what you're really here for, (Glass being all emo)
If you never really loved me (Glass being stupid cause of COURSE Farah loves it)
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough (Oh glass, stop being so stupid)
'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear (Glass is one emo bitch eh?)
You took my emotions
and scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
and move on with life, again (Cause..you know, it broke..)
And the chorus repeats so I think you catch my drift...
Farah, please don't hate me!!!! Hehehee....I hope this was worth staying up for!
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Friends
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Screech Grew Up To Be Gross
My brother's ride just rolled in. It's rumbling like my tummy after a full day of fasting. Apparently, he pimped up his ride to go racing at the tracks. And proceeded to lose. Oh well. At least he wasn't last.
Ok, so who did NOT watch this show on Saturday mornings?
There was once a time when TV 2 was the epitome of cool. Kids all over Singapore were tuning in to this channel on Saturday mornings just to catch the shows. I mean, how could we not? There was Saved By The Bell....Ah...Saved By The Bellllll..I can't remember much...OH! Jem and the Holograms! Come on...how can we forget about Jem? And there was The Archies! At least..I think there was...
Ok, I was 10. I can't remember much except Saved By The Bell, Lamb Chop, Beverly Hills 90210, Miss Universe and Masters of the Sea (a Singaporean soap opera that popularized the phrase, "Crush him like a cockroach!")
But boy was Mark-Paul Gosselar hot. My tendency to drool over blonde flippy curtain-like hair was apparent even then.
And hello first ever shipper!!! Like this is one mucho awesome shipper video (although the creator probably felt that sharing the video would be too much for her although in reality, hers is really one of the few videos of them therefore, you guys are gonna have to click this whole freaking paragraphy to watch it)
Ok that's it. Anyone know where I can get the whole Saved By The Bell box set? There's a whole torrent for the first 4 seasons and the wedding DVD rip!! Ugh. I'm 10 again.
Ok, so who did NOT watch this show on Saturday mornings?
There was once a time when TV 2 was the epitome of cool. Kids all over Singapore were tuning in to this channel on Saturday mornings just to catch the shows. I mean, how could we not? There was Saved By The Bell....Ah...Saved By The Bellllll..I can't remember much...OH! Jem and the Holograms! Come on...how can we forget about Jem? And there was The Archies! At least..I think there was...
Ok, I was 10. I can't remember much except Saved By The Bell, Lamb Chop, Beverly Hills 90210, Miss Universe and Masters of the Sea (a Singaporean soap opera that popularized the phrase, "Crush him like a cockroach!")
But boy was Mark-Paul Gosselar hot. My tendency to drool over blonde flippy curtain-like hair was apparent even then.
And hello first ever shipper!!! Like this is one mucho awesome shipper video (although the creator probably felt that sharing the video would be too much for her although in reality, hers is really one of the few videos of them therefore, you guys are gonna have to click this whole freaking paragraphy to watch it)
Ok that's it. Anyone know where I can get the whole Saved By The Bell box set?
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Tubey
Friday, December 11, 2009
Oh Mariah...
No matter what people say about you, I've always been a fan.
And there ain't anything awesome (most of the time) when you're a Mariah fan..cause...seriously...
But I do have to take a stand now.
Because I think we've had about enough of videos that feature you in a swimsuit and...well..that's just it. A swimsuit.
I can't even tell the difference between H.A.T.E.U and I'll Be Loving You Long Time, to be frank.
Oi. It's like, either make videos that make sense or don't make videos at all, woman! Sighs.
And there ain't anything awesome (most of the time) when you're a Mariah fan..cause...seriously...
But I do have to take a stand now.
Because I think we've had about enough of videos that feature you in a swimsuit and...well..that's just it. A swimsuit.
I can't even tell the difference between H.A.T.E.U and I'll Be Loving You Long Time, to be frank.
Oi. It's like, either make videos that make sense or don't make videos at all, woman! Sighs.
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Mariah
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
PMS - Pretty Much Screwed
So apparently, I'm one of the odd women out there whose wisdom tooth starts acting up when she's PMSing.
As in it'll start hurting like a bitch the moment the curling of the crimson wave begins to swell up.
The dentist said that I should go and operate on my gums since it's growing at an odd angle.
What I found out is that on normal days, it'll be ok. I won't even realize its existance. It's only during these next 2 weeks or so that it'll start acting up all over again.
My wisdom tooth is definitely a girl.
As in it'll start hurting like a bitch the moment the curling of the crimson wave begins to swell up.
The dentist said that I should go and operate on my gums since it's growing at an odd angle.
What I found out is that on normal days, it'll be ok. I won't even realize its existance. It's only during these next 2 weeks or so that it'll start acting up all over again.
My wisdom tooth is definitely a girl.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Tardy Is As Tardy Does
I know, I know.
I know that I've been blogging less and less right now. Actually, I don't even know if anyone's still reading this blog since I'd put it on private mode. Oh well...If there IS someone reading, THANK YOU.
If no one is, then I guess I'll just treat this is a form of catharsis. In a way? I guess?
LOL. (The kind of LOL where you're not exactly LOL-ing IRL)
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The conference went...ok. I mean, I was never Horray Hurrah over it in the first place but considering that it was my first time, it went down pretty well.
And come on, ya'll know the real reason why we go to conferences right? At least why I'll find them tolerable?
Apart from the fact that the hotel room costs are being paid for by the campus, it's definitely the hot guys. Cause if it's a conference, you're pretty much guaranteed that the guys there have at least half a brain to hold a decent conversation.
But nope, no conversations this time around though. The crowd was rather, ah, insecure so we ended up just sticking together.
Plus, I spent the whole of the first day with the girls so ahehehehee...
But yeah...at least our session wasn't one of those where we had to stand at a podium. Instead, we delivered the paper in a parallel session where some of the speakers were broken up in rooms.
Pretty cool.
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Ok. So I think I might get addicted to Giuliana & Bill. Like the TV show.
Cause I've always liked Bill Rancic.
Cause I've always liked Giuliana DiPandi Rancic.
Cause I think that they are the closest that we can get to a real-life Nora Roberts romance novel. I mean, hello? Millionaire/TV personality meets TV personality/host? Only in Nora Roberts. Actually, I think she did write something like this once.
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Oh and every Nick Carter fangirl's karaoke nightmare.
I know that I've been blogging less and less right now. Actually, I don't even know if anyone's still reading this blog since I'd put it on private mode. Oh well...If there IS someone reading, THANK YOU.
If no one is, then I guess I'll just treat this is a form of catharsis. In a way? I guess?
LOL. (The kind of LOL where you're not exactly LOL-ing IRL)
===========================
The conference went...ok. I mean, I was never Horray Hurrah over it in the first place but considering that it was my first time, it went down pretty well.
And come on, ya'll know the real reason why we go to conferences right? At least why I'll find them tolerable?
Apart from the fact that the hotel room costs are being paid for by the campus, it's definitely the hot guys. Cause if it's a conference, you're pretty much guaranteed that the guys there have at least half a brain to hold a decent conversation.
But nope, no conversations this time around though. The crowd was rather, ah, insecure so we ended up just sticking together.
Plus, I spent the whole of the first day with the girls so ahehehehee...
But yeah...at least our session wasn't one of those where we had to stand at a podium. Instead, we delivered the paper in a parallel session where some of the speakers were broken up in rooms.
Pretty cool.
===============================
Ok. So I think I might get addicted to Giuliana & Bill. Like the TV show.
Cause I've always liked Bill Rancic.
Cause I've always liked Giuliana DiPandi Rancic.
Cause I think that they are the closest that we can get to a real-life Nora Roberts romance novel. I mean, hello? Millionaire/TV personality meets TV personality/host? Only in Nora Roberts. Actually, I think she did write something like this once.
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Oh and every Nick Carter fangirl's karaoke nightmare.
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Backstreet,
Tubey,
work
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