i really, really like this.




"i'm incapable i live by habit"

NOTE TO SELF
STOP BLOGGING CLARISSA

okay check out this song

behind the bunhouse - mystery jets

Did I strangle you with my love?
Think I saw it wrapped around your throat
The last time I saw you, you looked so pale
And white just like a ghost

It was fun for about 5 little minutes
And then you cleared your throat
My eyes swelled up, I curled my toes
And you said I almost choked
And you said I almost choked

But honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

The penny dropped even before I clocked
Just where your hands had been
It's like you'd done your hair for somebody else
Scared that you might have been seen

I slipped down a flight of stairs
And my face must have looked so long
Cos even the tosser with the saxophone
Was asking me what's wrong
He said 'buddy, what is wrong?'

Honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

Please won't you spare me the details
Before I get up and I go
Who was it that stabbed me in the back
Or do you think I ought not to know?

You see the way I was before we met
I was curled up in a shell
And if I'm not counting planes up in the sky
Then I'm falling down a well
I'm at the bottom of a well

Honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

the thought of making another trip down to serene centre sickens me.
the thought that i spent 2 hours fighting with my mom/crying/deciding that i'm potentially crazy and should exercise basic common sense or tolerance because no matter what my promos are TOMORROW?!
the thought of a possibility of a brainblock during history scares me.
the thought of a possible outing on friday with the rest gives me something to look forward to.
the thought of a certain soldier-wannabe (no i'm not talking about you ceph.) pushes me to get my pen going.
the thought of myself missing church so often gets under my skin and is beginning to consume me.
the thought of starting a petition to remove PW from the JC system has crossed my mind for the 1089th time.
the thought of those two parallel lines still haunts me, and it probably will for a long time to come. i hope it doesn't haunt you, i don't think you think about it as much as i do, or as much as you did then, or as much as you did then and i did not. wheel of fortune indeed.
the thought of the 1zillionshowsandmoviesi'mgonnawatch makes me wanna squeal.
the thought of SKATING!!!!! yihui keeps popping up and talking about skating which makes me go :/
the thought of travel. bangkok. yes bangkok.

something for you guys if you're suffering from chronic depression.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XC2mqcMMGQ
:)


reminder to self: sister's birthday present. print EOM. stop stalking your own blog you crazy.. thing.

we seriously have to stop complaining that singapore doesn't stock cool music.
i even found the new young pony club in popular, amazing right.
had dinner yesterday night at grand asia @ odeon towers to celebrate uncle rennie's birthday,
he's a really great person (:
it's worth living a life like that, really.
anyway back to studying
bombaybicycleclub!

i'll never forget those two parallel lines

are you listening

was scribbling this down in GP tutorial

10 songs that impacted my life one way or another through circumstance, time, or just puuuuure lyrical brilliance


1foo fighters - everlong
2dashboard confessional - hands down
3something corporate - she paints me blue
4bright eyes - a perfect sonnet
5bloc party - kreuzberg
6the mystery jets - half in love with elizabeth
7death cab for cutie - lightness
8death cab for cutie - transatlanticism
9the yeahyeahyeahs - maps
10jimmy eat world - sweetness


today was exhuasting.
had tuition at city hall as usual, replayed the same song over and over again one billion times
i'm going to get sick of it like young folks, and that'll be such a pity.
oiiii. get well soon okay.

it would be more right
if it came intertwined
unable to multiply, held in one tight bind
it would feel less testing
if it was shared between
a mutual longing
a unification, the same keen

dear valves you've been working too hard
the glass pieces are working their way through
as you try to filter out the shards
stop beating for awhile,
it won't kill you just yet
i heard death is a process
not instantaneously met

mystery jet lyrics make me want to curl up and sip hot cocoa and just feel all fuzzy and good inside.

Young Love - this made me smile and skip in my steps

If i only knew your name i'd go from door to door
searching all the crowded streets for the face that i once saw
if i only knew your name i'd go from door to door
tell me have you seen the girl i met just once before?

one night of love,
nothing more nothing less
one night of love,
to put my head in a mess
is that you on the bus?
is that you on the train?
you wrote your number on my hand but it came off in the rain.

one night of love,
nothing more nothing less
one night of love,
has left my bed in a mess
is that you on the bus?
is that you on the train?
you wrote your number on my hand but it came off in the rain.

if i only knew your name i'd go from door to door
searching all the crowded streets for the face that i once saw
if i only knew your name i'd go from door to door
tell em have you seen the girl i met just once before



half in love with elizabeth - this one really hit a raw nerve, the heart contraction thing happened again.

Somethings are too painful to say out loud
Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud
Words fly through his mouth
Like paper butterflies
They flutter around and burn holes in your side

And he's half in love with Elizabeth
And he's half in love with you

I knew that you were thinking of him last night
'Cos I saw the blood seep down to your toes
Turn away if you must
But how can you put your trust
In a man who always sleeps in his clothes?

And he's half in love with Elizabeth
And he's half in love with you

Yes, he's half in love with Elizabeth
And he's half in love with you

You're the sweet scent on an envelope
A folded photo in his purse
But if you pin your hopes to his back my dear
I'm afraid the bubble will burst

The Maccabees - toothpaste kisses

Cradle me
I'll cradle you
I'll win your heart
with a woop-a-woo
pulling shapes just for your eyes
so with toothpaste kisses and lines
I'll be yours and you'll be

Lay with me, I'll lay with you
we'll do the things that lovers do
put the stars in our eyes
and with heart shaped bruises
and late night kisses
devine

Owl City

Hello, my name is Adam.
I prefer daydreams over reality.
I call music my muse.
I write and record everything you hear in my bedroom.
I have trouble sleeping.
These songs are all I have to show for my sleepless nights.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed creating them.
It means the world to know someone is out there listening.
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you.

www.myspace.com/owlcity

aw, so very adorable.

anyway.
my family is very dysfunctional.
i mean it.
this is.. terrifying you know.


picture this:


hershey is chewing up newspapers
and my dad is shouting as usual,
and my mom's defending her

mom: she's trying to read the newspaper too!
dad: yeah she's digesting every word
(mother bursts into hysterical laughter, my mother laughs like cruella de ville.)

okay on another occasion today, we were picking places to eat at central

me: dad how about this? *points at Manhattan fish market
dad: no! i don't want english! *gives look of horror, shock and dismay


alright la, it's not very funny but imagine having corny jokes 24/7
it's pretty cool shizz.

we've still got miles to go.

let's skip the party
we'll hit town
pretend to be tourists
play tag, chase each other round and round

to make tonight last forever
i'm gonna make time stop
close my eyes and hope really hard
till my ears pop

shuffle the ipod
t-pain to MGMT
it doesn't have to matter darling, we're free

leave your emotional baggage
i've put them on hold
it doesn't mean it's gone
it doesn't mean you have to fold

just take a second
cheat time for abit
they'll forgive, i think
after all we've been through
this only deems fit

we can only be young once
but we can be immature forever
i can't remember who said that
but the chap's pretty clever

this is eternity in all it's glory
this is eternity, this is you and me

what you say and what you mean

ouch.