rah rah ah ah ah

waking to yux’s tweet about mcqueen shoes in the bad romance video + some friend posting the link to the video on youtube + extreme annoyance at welfare states and globalisation = finally succumbing and watching the video. also ! thanks for yux’s reminder that day that kissyoutube works like kisstudou, i got my vlcplayer up and running again because the visuals in bad romance, much like paparazzi, are just MADE to be captured. so i dont really care about her cameltoe or eagerness to be different; her videos really do get me everytime. bad romance watches like a movie. and, bonus for the hitchcock reference: i want your psycho/ your vertigo stick /want you in my rear window

GAGA KNOWS BEST

are you in ?

i dig images which are texts in disguise

do we only miss people cos we’re greedy ? which really means we miss people cos of the “we could have”s- those goodtimes in the past; so our hearts ache for more of those goodtimes which we cannot have anymore cos some things are gone or changed for good. we should maybe then just stop wanting so much, afterall we already had our share of goodtimes.

ride with me

this is why i can watch glee 4 hours on end

x

hell, yea):

and i dont even read that much

sleep would be good

rain wasnt part of the plan. im going to curl up on my armchair with nylon now, to hell with deadlines, productivity and anxietyattacks

bookends

i cannot sign into msn through my laptop. im sorry im kicking up such a fuss about it, complained to no less than 4 people in a row, and un/resinstalled the windows live twice (impressive, considering its 1am), and still, NADA. KAPUT. i normally wouldnt be so bothered but right now very convinced its a twisted bit of karma a la mlia. that sounds like a pasta dish. it is trivialising my woes

sunday saw to the last of my tuition in 2009, and minus my incessant whining during the last few weeks i must say even its only been what, 2 days ?, i miss making money already. i am resisting getting new assignments, because i am trying to get used to having nothing on afterschool, the liberty of having a long dinner and pipes rendezvous without thinking in thirty minutes i must be at btmerah or jurongeast. its nice to get the little prepubescent pests out of my life. i hope the exams went well for them

letters from the crushed breaks my heart ):

i want to do a camera day. bring my jellycam and lx3 for a walk in the woods, in the sun. i want to roll around in the grass and smell like sticky sweet sweat. i want to study my ass off for the last few weeks. i want to dance. i need a little noise around. i want pretty tumblr photos to come to life. i want my fancygems to never run out

i thought this would be a great love story, if only, and maybe i did fall in love with her a little bit. anyhow i couldnt stop studying her face. the girl with dark hair and a secret. i wished she could fly.

; zach vandezande

phale stale

phale punctuality is PHALE. so assignments are supposed to be in every week thursday at 1pm and .. most of mine arent. this sem is how to pass one. within an hour still okay right. in my own defense, the absurb 1359h is REALLY, cannot upload cos 20mb of 30 mins of interview ha ha. the rest just took abit longer than i expected, but haiya. ten minutes. should i drop an email to bother saying is cos every thursday i got class until 1300h thats why must rush to complab to submit- BUT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE cos we got one whole week to do it, yo

phale punctuality is phale. assignment cannot cab one, not like running late for lunches with friends hahaha

no white skies or red sunlight

if i was a boy at sea
i would be swinging from a broken tree

i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night

and if i could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens

you know that i would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes

when i hear that wind and i think of Spring
underneath an open window a carved out sign and
often i would fight with my mind

saltwater brine where you hung your crown

when you washed your eyes in last nights tea
i thought you might come out from the dream to find that

underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme
that i burned for six days in the sun
til i heard the distant sound of drums

; swing tree, discovery

an amazing ear worm

We Real Cool

ngl, when i leave school i am going to miss the pipes real bad

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.

;Gwendolyn Brooks