i think i have prophetic dreams.

i love pocky and pretz.

the new cheesecake brownie icecream from b&j is AWESOME.

i can't believe i'm willingly restricting my night outings.

some things, when they're lost, you never seem to be able to find them again.


where do all the missing things go?

i see a red door and i want to paint it black.



that song is stuck in my head. i need to stop playing gh3 NAO!!!

yeah right.

it just hit me how low the exchange rate for the us dollar is now.

i actually dug out my old gameboy advance.

am playing hp and the sorcerer's stone right now. still pretty fun. too bad the catridge's spoiled and it can't save.

maybe i should dig a copy out from ebay.

i'm a year older now. does it feel any different?

i think i can happily stare at pictures of lee everyday.

and YES. his hair changed. :)

lee gaze is seriously the prettiest boy i've ever seen.

and i'll be seeing him in about one and a half months!


funny how i'm obsessing over lostprophets while my sis obsesses over lollipop. (psst she went to some weird shit of theirs today)

we're so no related. :P

i've been burning in the water and drowning in the flames
-HIM


bloody shipyards. they have steps on 'staircases' where they're just metal rectangular frames. the center's empty. and being a person with not very big feet and a fear of heights, i get freaked out climbing down those stairs. i'm scared my feet will fall through and my leg will be stuck or something.

and guess what. it happened today.

THANKS SHIPYARD. for discriminating people with small feet.

it's been a year already. or around there. :)



AND singfest has this as their site name : THE ONLY SINGAPORE MUSIC FESTIVAL.
hmm. what happened to womad and stuff.

anyway, if it meant fests like reading, summer sonic and download, it's not something to be proud of. it's pretty sad actually.

well apparently i'm really bored. so lots of time for blogging!

and i just read some stuff.


are kids these days too old?

i mean like.. i don't really know how to explain it. it's not only the way they dress, like how some people are criticizing that kids these days are too sexualized and stuff. it's also the way they think and things like that.

do kids really have the emotional capability to feel emo? maybe they do, but what i'm seeing now are tweens who get 'depressed' because of shallow failed relationships and a lot of other superficial stuff. when i was 14 who gave a fuck about emo!! it was more punk, more swearing and stuff that made us who we were. we rebelled and crap like that.

now reading some tween blogs makes me wonder, how much of the crap up there is for show?

for some weird reason, my brian has decided to mix fob's dance dance and matchbook romance's monsters together.

interesting. it can create it's own mash up. which is surprisingly good but annoying after awhile when it doesn't get out of your head.

bloody ear worms.

it makes me roll my eyes or laugh when i see certain bands' BIGGEST fans spelling their favourite band names wrongly.

if you're such a big fan, please get your facts right.

i'm going to be really shameless here. *grins*

well my birthday's coming soon, and i know people ALWAYS have the hardest time figuring out what to give me.

suggestions:
jason mraz's albums. all of them, the newest one, whatever. i haven't had time to go to hmv in awhile, so it'll be great if people buy them for me.
a lifetime supply of rocksound. well i'm kidding about this. one year subscription would be great though.
and nothing much else. unless you would like to buy me something to decorate my car with so i'll always be reminded of you forever? (or for as long as i have the car. lol)


i wish it was july now.

i think i'll love to die alone.

is that true anymore?

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

recently i was listening to jason mraz's songs again and was wishing that i'll get a chance to watch him live.

and guess what. HE'S FUCKING GOING FOR SINGFEST TOO.

*jumps around madly*

LIKE omfg lostprophets ARE coming.

i truly am satisfied materialistically.

now off to search for other satisfactions.