daylight savings time has begun, ick, now the time diff is 3 hours, that sucks..

00:27

oooooooo watched kung pow: enter the fist hear that boy? I managed to watch the whole thing instead of the 4 endings that I did with you!!! I'm addressing my brother if you were wondering..
what is this movie that I speak of? Ok kung pow it is the dumbest lamest possibly the most stupid show on earth, it's some movie spoof of some obscure Hong Kong 70's kung fu movie that had modern cast intergrated into the old footage and those effects are amazingly -for the lack of a better word to say - realistic. The director/writer/producer stars as the 'choosen one', and they have the strangest characters you could ever imagine, it's such a spastic retarded movie but hell funny, would suggest you watch it, but please don't beat me up should you feel the movie sucked, it's on cable (previously known as SCV) so you can check it out..

well you can tell my bro and I pretty much think the movie rocks, though it's embarrassing to say so. But we consider it our bonding movie then we irritate the hell out of ness for the fun of it, with endless quotes and enactments from whatever movies, goodness I really do miss my bro, he's so cute you know..

anyway I go to do my law essay, stress!!! It's due on Monday, argh!

23:03

The crap place of a school organized for the economic students to go to the uni for an 'informative' talk about the courses of economics available for us to pursue for the next 3 years or so.. And so a bus was arranged to pick us up outside the school at 3.10. Anyway I was on the phone with the principal of St. Andrews about possible application for next year, and as you know it's very rude to hang up abruptly on the principal mid-conversation, so I tried to wrap things up while still trying to sound gracious, soft spoken and well mannered. By the time I got off the phone it was 3.09 according to the school clock, so I was rushing to get downstairs to catch the bus and when I reached there at 3.12, the bus had left!!!!!!! I mean c'mon, couldn't you all wait for 2 freaking minutes.. Thus I was left in my panicked and fuming state, considered taking the public bus but then it was unreliable and the journey took about 35 minutes and the talk was scheduled at about 3.30, and hearing the teachers constantly go on and on and on about how important the talk was for us students esp. those unsure of what majors to choose (they were referring to me) so with little choice I had to settle for the expensive alternative. Cab fares in Aussie is exorbitant I tell you, a journey from about TP central to my place is the most 5.50 but here it's an unbelievable $A19 plus. So got to uni and the university grounds is massive, (you could fit 3 NY poly and 2 NUS grounds into it, and this isn't including the ovals and accommodation which makes up about 2 /5 of the school grounds) anyway took one look at the map and made my way to the architecture building without much trouble and when I met up with les, she was SO shocked that I actually located the building that was actually off the main campus and even the teacher than lead the entire group got lost getting to the building when they were barely a block away from there. HA and I happily walked half a km and didn't get lost! So the whole day, les was like, 'this is the most impressive thing of the year!!!! *pats me on the back* I should give you an award, it's AMAZING you didn't get lost and its bloody ulu some more..' After the talk, which was probably one of the most useless I have ever attended, it was so uninformative and draggy, it was very amusing to see quite a number of students falling asleep right in the open. The only thing good out of it was post it notes, and I LOVE post it notes, it's one of the most brilliant inventions since .. since. ever!! Many know that my life mostly consists of post it notes. For reminders, extra notes, bit of info, for doodling, passing hate-notes, making markings, organizing everything on it, see how important post it notes are to moi?
Anyway, les and I went out for lunch at the local pub which was a popular hang out for the uni students, I can really envision myself hanging out there a lot when the term starts. Just our luck to bump into this girl who used to be from our school and let's just say les ain't very fond of her, and she was having lunch with her boyfriend who les insists was probably paid by that girl to be seen with her.. As if things could not get worse, the hostel manager and her husband decided to have lunch at the pub as well, so we were unfortunately seated at the area that offered us full view of the two of them canoodaling, *shudder*. Anyways, dragged les to see the other colleges with me, starting with Sancta Sophia followed by St John's. You know what, this morning when I was frantically calling the Sancta to make an appointment to see the grounds; I kept getting through to a cement company. The first time I was apologizing profusely for the mix up and then took great care to make sure the number I had dialed was the same as the one printed in the Sydney Uni guide book, and the cement guy picked up again explaining that it was practically a normal everyday occurrence that was slowly becoming worse with more students trying to enroll within the university at this time of the year. And the man had searched for the number of the Sancta Sophia College that was tacked to the board behind the reception desk of the cement company and passed it to me. I was so irritated by then, you know, for every call is 50 freaking cents! And I made 8 unfruitful calls to Sancta (3 to the cement company, a further 2 to the service operator, and the last 3 eventually were disconnected)
Another 3 to St John's which I ended up getting the answering machine of some divorce lawyer.. Oh yes, I really do want to get a divorce when I'm not even married to begin with!! That was 6 bucks gone, *snaps finger* just like that, GONE! And for those calls that got through it was additional 40 cents per subsequent minute, argh. Damn the monopoly of the telephone company, the National Competition Policy (NCP) hasn't been very effective in creating competition for the phone companies consequently we poor consumers are needlessly paying highly exorbitant prices for basic services that in actual fact costs dirt cheap. And now with the Howard government controlling both the House of Reps as well as the Senate, they're gonna sell the remaining 51% shares of Telstra resulting in the prices getting hiked up more than it already is.

Then we got lost within the uni grounds, you can't blame us ok, as I already said above, the grounds are huge! Despite our better judgments, we decided to follow les, why the hell did the two of us come upon that decision when she's the sort that could get lost in the public toilet. So we walked around aimlessly and chanced upon the faculty that my dad studied at, so we followed this whole bunch of medical students and eventually were led out of the university into Newtown, where we took the bus to the city to meet Rachel to watch Collateral , which turned out to be extremely disappointing, no more am I gonna listen to the reviews of Australian newspapers, the ending was super anti climatic. So we met her at the Japanese restaurant just outside the cinema, bought the tickets then let her finish her dinner with Pam, and once more, with my great powers of persuasion, les reluctantly followed me to Baskin Robbins for ICE CREAM. *claps excitedly, with expression of pure ice cream eating bliss all over*. Oh wondrous, marvelous, satisfying, almighty ice cream.. Mmmmm.. Ice cream, gorgeous double Belgian chocolate with generous chocolate bits inside and delectable Jamaican rum mocha flavor.. Gosh, I'm like super craving ice cream right now even after polishing off 3 pints in the past hour.
Ok ok I'm never gonna finish this if I'm still drooling over ice cream.. So on the way back to the cinema, there was the arcade that was calling us in an extra shrilly voice 'Play us! Play us! Oh, don't try to walk away; you know you want to!!' It's not our fault that we couldn't resist the arcade, it's not every day that the arcade actually speaks to you, drawing you into its inescapable clutches. The Time Crisis II machine was beaconing us; well it has been more than 3 years since I last stepped into an arcade. So the two of us were happily playing Daytona, which I was irritated when the machine shifted me into automatic mode, then the car started taking a mind of its own, so poor little hapless me ended up finishing up 27 out of 40, which is not good at all. So took a break from race car driving, for a little of Time Crisis II which sucked cause I kept getting shot just cause I couldn't reload in time, I was too used to shooting outside the screen to reload instead of double stepping on the pedal, so I was trashed by les at time crisis, which I'm not happy about, I generally have pretty good aim I tell you! anyways, we had a couple more of Daytona, and I'm very pleased that I managed to shave almost 2 secs of my personal best to 14 secs per round for link up games, and solo rides I finished 18 place, which is not bad considering the last time I ever touched Daytona was after the Thai trip when we (IJ and VS) went to the arcade, and I was stoked after trashing a couple of the vs guys who were supposedly pretty good, HA take that! Then again I probably suck at other games, without a doubt I stink at DDR (Dance Dance Revolution), Para Para, fishing and those Japanese guitar games which are unquestionably lame.
Then we tried Time Crisis III, which dominated almost the entire back corner of the arcade, it was easily the most annoying game where the stupid weapon changing options kept popping up and distracted us from shooting the baddies and in the midst of my confusion I ended up shooting les a few times and vice versa, pathetically enough we died about a minute starting the game, all cause of the stupid weapon option pop ups.

After more than half an hour at the arcade, we sheepishly returned to the cinema to a homicidal Rachel waiting for us with her friends, and then we doubled back to the arcade with her to kill the 45 mins to the next Collateral show. So Rara tried the Japanese drumming game where she and les got hooked onto it and played over 6 games combined. Les returned to Time Crisis, and moi was working hard to get better times for my rounds and better rankings.
later headed off to the cinema to watch the movie which was a total let down, the two suggested that we do movie hopping but then we realized that there were no more good movies to catch, so just popped in to Hungry Jacks (it's Burger King) for les' coke and I spotted those classic jukeboxes, and was so tempted to put on a couple of 50's track, it seemed so apt with the jukebox and all but then the two dragged me off before I could select my songs, they correctly suspected that I would be putting on some Elvis, Buddy Holly, and Valens (my spelling's ghastly so forgive any grevious errors). Pity, it would have been quite the walk down memory lane then, ok FINE! I wouldn't have any memories of the 50's to walk down to, considering I wasn't born then... you don't have to get all technical on me you know, hmph.

14:18

stress, stress stress, stress, stress, STRESS!!
this is not good, this is really not not NOT good at all..
i'm gonna be homeless for the rest of my university days
this is so not good, oh no, i'm gonna die
it's REALLY not good..
NOT GOOD!

18:25

Was trying to file away all my papers which had accumulated into a huge disgusting heap on the floor and I came upon this puzzle that our English teacher handed out , guessed it right on my first try, and I'm very pleased to say I was the only one in class who was right. My teacher - Peter was very surprised to say the very least, he didn't expect anyone to figure it out after the puzzle was passed around to 4 other classes before. Think the only I got it right is cause I've become such a loser after coming to aussie, should you be able to figure out what it is, you'll see why..

.. The procedure is actually quite simple. First you arrange things into different groups. Of course, one pile may be sufficient depending on how much there is to do. If you have to go somewhere else due to the lack of facilities, that is the next step; otherwise you’re pretty well set. It is important not to overdo things. That is, it is better to do too few things at one than too many. In the short run this may not seem important, but complications can arise. A mistake can be expensive as well. At first the whole procedure will seem complicated. Soon, however, it will become just another facet of life. It is difficult to foresee any end to the necessity for this task in the immediately future, but then one never can tell. After the procedure is completed, one arranges the materials into different groups again. Then they can be put into their appropriate places. Eventually they will be used once more, and the whole cycle will then have to be repeated. However that is part of life. (Bransford and Johnson, 1973, p.400)

I have to reference this piece otherwise I would have my ass hauled right straight into jail for plagiarism it, well that's what the teachers here constantly go on and on about all freaking day long, it's getting extremely tiresome, and honestly, no one cares about it, get it through your heads you idiots of a teachers (is that grammatically correct, cause i meant for it to be the pural derivate of you idiot of a teacher, i'm not quite sure, so don't go around correct me)
So there, I did and now you can't sue me or kick me out of uni, bleah..

17:08

Was doing all sorts of personality tests on tickle, like what's your this like and how your that is gonna be, what's your soap opera personality, what character of whatever show would you be, so on and so forth..
and like daisies, it suddenly popped into my head, if it were possibly that my life could be condensed into a what my life would be like in the future personality test, what would the result produced through this figurative 'fun' tests be like?
would it be a fairy tale musical? or something equally twisted and strange, personalized with just me in mind? I decided upon the fairy tale option for the most obvious of reasons, hello it's self explanatory - fairy tale!!??. C'mon, wouldn't you want to live happily ever after, cliched and passe as it may sound. Okay, granted that it rarely happens in real life, but still.. And most would consider musicals cheesy thinking, oh give me a break, no one bursts spontaneously into song and dance and unrealistically enough the rest of 'random' extras join in at the appropriate moment, and you get a perfectly choreographed dance sequence with not a toe out of place.
Hey! Where's your whimsical side?
My friends think I've lost it whenever I lament forlornly and reminisce wistfully about the bygone era of flowing chiffon dresses, gorgeous wide brim hats (think Audrey Hepburn with Chanel, oooo and I saw one such hat in the most delicate netting in gingham pink with black brim and intricate design, pity can't wear it in Singapore without looking like a freak, nevertheless a very classy well dressed freak), oversized sunglasses, mod fashion (now think twiggy), music (Sinatra should come to mind, right about....now), dancing (and I'm not referring to pop, trance, robot, techno, withering bodies or whatever else. I'm talking about the real thing).
Aahh, dance, alas, where have the days of Ginger Rogers and Gene Kelly gone to? The days of dance where both partners swirl and float in perfect synchronicity with each other and the music - like Astaire and Cyd Charisse. Nothing grand, but simply breathtaking. Sigh, and I had to be bourn in the generation where dancing has now been (dare I say?) polluted with interpretative dancing, the flailing limbs, thrusting parts, over enthusiatic in-your-face gyrating with actions that should be left in the bedroom and other totally uncoordinated moves (I'm a purist at heart, so sue me).
You know what, I agree with what most say about me, I'm just in the wrong era. Nowadays, it's virtually improbable that a guy would romance you with dancing. Everyone has got some wishful romantic ideal, (I'm not quite sure about guys, but heck, maybe they do, they just don't want to admit it). Sigh.. It may come across as totally lame, but slow dancing with your love to the soft strains of wonderwall and other timeless songs in my books is basically swoon worthy.
Oh yeah, and I seriously do think that all self respecting bands, or the more decent ones at least, do a cover of Oasis's wonderwall, it has enjoyed a very secure spot in my list of favourite songs of all time. I can't find no fault with the song - lyrics, melody, harmonics - save for the fact, no offence, that the singing is pretty ghastly. All the more, people should do praise worthy covers of the song and not butcher a classic even further...

16:14

The Ugly Duckling
..'the ugly duckling looked down into the water and there he beheld a beautiful swan. 'Wow!', he thought. 'If I can change my life, anyone can.' He developed a series of self-improvement tapes and grooming products that he marketed to unattractive animals with poor social skills. He successfully exploited their insecurities, accumulating a large nest egg for himself, and eventually retired to his own private pond with his striking swan trophy wife.

the above was taken from daria diary's, you know the cartoon starring the cynical, oh so snide anti social recluse, who has the most interesting warped sense of humour and even more interesting perspective on the world revolving around the loser town that she moved to..
The stories like the above one really reminds me of Roald Dahl's twisted fairy tales - one of my favourite childhood books and it still is along with more of his other books.. I recalled when I was about 6 or 7, I very proudly told my parents that I wanted to be a writer when I was older so I could meet possibly the most brilliant literary genius of all time. Despite me reading his books from cover to cover, time and time again, it had never once occurred to me to read Roald Dahl's biography located in the first few pages of practically all his books, must have skipped it thinking it was all the rubbishy publishing details and what have you not. Stupidly enough, I happened to skip the biography stating the very essential fact that he had long passed away, so I happily continued my childhood pursuing the dream of a writer (I even did the illustration for my own writing, must say Dahl couldn't have chosen a better children illustrator for the job, quentin Blake really did bring life to dahl's captivating vivid tales) and when I found out that he had died, I was simply devastated, then after I had gotten over the shocker, I started to lament that he won't be churning out anymore booooooooooookkksss *wails hysterically*.. Sigh at least I still haven't read 2 of his books, and I won't have a complete collection of his books then!! They're just so hard to find in libaries and book stores alike, and it infuriates me so that most people think that he only wrote a couple of kiddies books like James and the giant peach, willy wonka and the chocolate factory series, BFG (Big Friendly Giant), Matilda, witches and that's it!! it's an insult to him man! Hardly anyone knows that he penned quite a number of adult short stories, wish I could write and think along the same wavelength of brilliant twisted irony and originality as him.
You all should get his books! It's not a suggestion, it's a command! What you still reading this for? GO NOW! Shoo, away with you, off to the book stores now then..

16:09

MY ROOM BACK HOME IS TOOOOOOOOOOOO BRIGHT!! MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!!! HELP!! HELP HELP HEEEEEEEELLLLPPPPPPP!! WORLD CRISIS!!

14:56

My ode to what had happened on my arrival back in Sydney -

Mooncake oh mooncake man
With two suitcases in the colour of blue
How sorry I feel for you
At Sydney Airport's 'things to declare' lane
Indeed the security officers there are a pain
Whilst roughly rummaging through my bags
They tore the pages of my new Vogue mags
Asking ridiculous questions such as
'Do you understand what I just said'
Right after saying 'Hello, welcome to Sydney.'
'Are you secretly smuggling banned stuff in your baggage?'
Then pointed to Moon cake man's luggage
I could see Moon cake man was irritated
He passed the officer the moon cakes he had earlier declared
Saying that they contained totally no egg product
To his horror, he was told to open the 2 moon cake boxes
Stipulating that a thorough search they had to conduct
then these cute beagles with noses just as sensitive as foxes
Had their leases tied to the post beside me
And I had to play with those dogs, cute as can be


Ok I bloody give up trying to put that entire event in rhyme, it was a pathetic attempt anyway, so I'll just continue in prose..
It all started with some stupid thing of the officer asking if I had any water with me and I replied that I had a bottle in my overnight bag as well as those Evian sprays, and then he directed me to the 'declare' lane, and I objected saying that for the past 3 times I've been in the airport, water was accepted and need not be declared. Then his lips were drawn into a grime tight line, and reprimanded me for supposedly 'sassing' him. Then it was obviously he was adamant so I was left with little choice and dragged my luggage to the 'goods to declare' section, cursing him under my breath. Anyway, so here's the continuation of the moon cake man story.
Moon cake had insisted that the moon cakes were pure lotus paste ones with absolutely no egg yolk in them (bleah, I hate moon cakes with egg yolks in them anyway) but the officers eyed him suspiciously then demanded that he removed them from the wrapping which was obviously painstakingly done to create all those intricate folds and everything, and the man carefully removed it out of the packing then he still had to undone the scotch tape that sealed the boxes shut. He gingerly peeled the tape off and the officer lost patience and just took a blade and started to slit through the tape rather messily and in the process badly scratched both the containers, (the moon cakes were from the Oriental hotel). The indignation and incredulity were visibly apparent on his face; he was seething when they said that they wanted to cut ALL the moon cakes up! He showed them the labels on both the boxes that stated very clearly that there were no egg products in the moon cakes, but the officer being the bastard he was blatantly ignored the moon cake man's vehement protest and randomly selected 5 out of the 8 moon cakes then started to slit them open one by one. To make matters worse, I don't even think the scalpel they used was sanitary, the officer just picked it from a container lying around on the counter then squirted a tad of soap from this huge container that was filled with dubious looking murky pink liquid then just rinsed it in a container of water in the same motion you would use when stirring a cup of tea. The enraged passenger stalked off to find the officer's superior to complain about the ghastly way he was treated. Luckily for him, he didn't have to witness the officer attack the moon cakes, smush-ing them open rather then doing a neat dissection to minimize the number of cuts.
Well after witnessing that atrocity at the 'declare' lane, I was directed to another counter where some officer was totally rude and condescending, asking the stupidest questions and repeating the words syllable by syllable, obviously thinking that I didn't understand a single word he said. Then I replied in perfect slightly British accented English and that really shut him up. Then he went rummaging through my belongings, messing all my clothes and to my utmost disbelief he tossed clothes OUT of my bag onto the counter, which houses all sorts of germy bacteria and I shudder to think what other god know microbes that inhabited that filthy counter.. When I got back to the hostel, i put the contaminated clothes in the wash twice.
And I think it was totally unnecessary that he looked through my wallet, hello?? What food products could I possible smuggle in through my wallet? Moreover, how the hell could I have passed through 2 X ray machines that was specially designed to detect the slightest trace of food product and those beagles trained to sniff out any food? Ooooooo the beagles were SO cute, I ended up playing with a couple of them whilst waiting in the queue. I don't think the officers were very pleased that their supposedly vicious dogs had taken to me so fondly. Heck, I don't care about them (the officers, not the cute lil doggies) at all.. All I have to say it that their airport officers are unprofessional and the airport arrival terminal leaves much to be desired. Thank God, that that would be my last time to that horrid arrival hall until next year.. till then I really am NOT looking forward to that..


14:59

To those who said that it wasn't possible to get 92 words from the anagram 'planets', HA! I figured all 92 out, during English class today, yes I had nothing better to do, hey it's not my fault that it's so immensely tres ennuyeux (it means boring in English). I'm trying to improve my French, since I've decided to take 'the language of love' at university, so I've got 3 more months to master my basics.. After attending talks at uni, I'm quite fond of doing liberal studies, I know it seems somewhat frivolous compared to the economics degree I had originally decided upon, but for liberal studies you get to do a one year exchange programme, with any luck I'll get a to study at another school in Europe! Wheeeee! France, the place that practically inspired all the Impressionists, then I can finally explore Paris and absorb all the Parisian life, glamour and style! Also take my time to truly appreciate all the art works, not to mention eat eat eat! The more the merrier I always say..Or how bout Italy? The country has a lot to offer to culture wise, then I really have to visit Venice before it totally disappears underwater, on the other hand, I always wanted to go Venice on my honeymoon or something cause going on the gondola yourself is rather sad..
Ooooooo there's Vienna, don't forget Germany, and Scandinavia, or Luxemburg, of course Switzerland, Austria has amazing ski runs if I'm not wrong they're rated one of the best worldwide with the longest runs lasting for more than 30 minutes.. Quite liked Barcelona, spent almost 2 weeks there before and Spain, gosh, it has the one of the loveliest beaches with the gorgeous Mediterranean Sea. You know what? I really wish that Singapore was surrounded by oceans and not stupid islands or tankers for that matter, thus the sea isn't crystal clear and absolutely stunningly dazzling, instead at high tides people end up losing their booties in the muddy muck, from first hand experience, of course.. ok how the hell did I manage to digress from solving anagrams to this????? Ok, speaking of anagrams, this is taken from Da Vinci Code,
To those art history students, did you know that Picasso's les Demoiselles d' Avignon is a perfect anagram of vile meaningless doodles. Which is absolutely true, I mean how could the world actually consider all these modern cubist or whatever modern artists as one of the great masters? Look at Rothko, Pollock, Matisse (ok maybe his works DID possess some potentially aesthetic qualities, but still..) and whatever else modern artist.. Fine, I know that my art teacher was rather surprised that I'm against modern/ contemporary art, since I'm supposed to be part of that generation, but frankly I'm a traditionalist at heart when it comes to art appreciation. However, I'm not against ALL modern artists, take Chen Wen Hsi for example, I think he's just brilliant with his execution of cubist inspired works like 'the Museum', quite like that piece.. ok ok, fine, know I'm boring you all to death with art history banter, know you think I'm rather eccentric if not somewhat loser-y when I admit I really do enjoy art history discussion, but pity practically all the AEP people I know, more or less HATE art history to death. I was the only who actually looked forward to art history lessons ever since sec 1, don't laugh/snigger/or whatever, but that was probably one of the main reason that made me join AEP in the first place. I think it totally sucks being here in Australia, where there's not a single human being would want to talk about literature or history (guys don't mind when you talk about the atrocities of the Nazis in concentration camps, in fact they seem to relish every single detail) or have any fairly intellectual based conversations. It's all the usual mindless things like losing weight, getting guys/girls, boobs, mostly about porn, sex, sex and even more sex. Think my brain has entered a state of steady degeneration, hello, the only reason I used to study pretentiously grandiloquent vocabulary to assimilate it into my vocab appropriately to better my mind and I reluctantly admit, also to impress people too.. But here, my brains cells are *argh* fading fast..

ok fine before i go off tangent even more than i already have,
so here's the 92 words, every single one of them..
bleah..

1. plants
2. pant
3. pants
4. ant
5. ants
6. lent
7. Lents
8. let
9. lets
10. ten
11. eats
12. plate
13. plates
14. ate
15. tea
16. eat
17. sap
18. slate
19. net
20. nets
21. set
22. plan
23. plans
24. sane
25. teal
26. seal
27. seat
28. pleat
29. pleats
30. pan
31. pans
32. seats
33. neat
34. pen
35. sap
36. tap
37. taps
38. slap
39. slaps
40. tense
41. pelt
42. pelts
43. slant
44. lap
45. laps
46. pal
47. pals
48. last
49. past
50. splat
51. late
52. pane
53. panes
54. tape
55. tapes
56. ape
57. pet
58. pets
59. steal
60. stale
61. ale
62. lean
63. leans
64. lane
65. lanes
66. nape
67. snap
68. step
69. plane
70. peal
71. peals
72. sea
73. teas
74. sale
75. tale
76. tales
77. sae
78. salt
79. salts
80. sate
81. sat
82. spat
83. spa
84. spelt
85. span
86. spent
87. splat
88. planet
89. sent
90. planes
91. apes
92. plant


23:02

heya, just loaded up some photos from the school trip to manly and shelley beach, click the link 'my pictures' on the left column, now you can happyily enjoy the wonderful shots by this artistic photography genius that i really am..

16:01

Was rummaging through the house for an empty CD to use, I happened to stumble upon this old CD that I burnt with a whole lot of unreleased a1 songs - live performances, extras on the CD singles, remixes, those sort.. Anyway I had totally forgotten that I even had the CD, well listening to it right now whilst typing this entry out, yes yes, I know, it's embarrassing that I'm relieving my almost teenybopper days (which was a long time ago, mind you)..
Well don't blame them for their earlier songs, they're were those kind of typical boybands with matching outfits and perfectly choreographed dance moves (some were tacky!) when they first started out, at least they can sing and they write their own songs which are really good, fine! don't believe me then, they all used to be choir members and each have impressive musical background, I totally respect anyone who can sing, and NO, jerry OMG does not count as someone who can sing, I mean HELLO what the hell is he still in the competition??

OKAY, got sidetracked, anyway back to the a1 CD, well maybe when they look back to the days when they first were emerging in the music scene, they would probably gasp and die of embarrassment, either that they try to kill themselves, thinking 'OMG, you mean I actually WROTE that song, and SANG it??!!!!!??? It's amazing people still respect me with those tacky dance moves!!' something along those lines..

Anyhow, I couldn't believe myself when I was unknowingly bopping around to this really cheesy a1 tune, ok it really is really overly syrupy song, simply overkill, it'll give you diabetes insread of just a toothache, but the thing is should your guy seranade you with it, let's say he wrote that song specially for you, you'll think it's so sweet of him without being excessively saccharine and that he's the nicest ever.. but for a boyband?? i think not..


if you were my girl..

aching to see the sun again
aching to see your eyes to see how they shine
they make this world a better place
aching to see you smile again
aching to hear you laugh and
say I'm not dreaming when you caresses my hair
your touch so warm and gentle baby
then I can see true happiness at last

.. if you would be my girlfriend then i would be in heaven
then i could do anything, stand on my head and sing, if you were my girl..

i wish i could feel your lips right now
i wish i could let my hand glide through your hair
i wish i could softly hold your hand
i wish i could tell you every dream
i wish i could tell you everything that i feel
i wish i could tell you that i need you here to kiss me baby
if only i could get myself to say..

..if you would be my girlfriend then i would be in heaven
then i could do anything, stand on my head and sing, if you were my girl..

there are so many beautiful girls in the world but there's only one girl that i want
and i've choosen today i can't ever stay unless i can stay here with you

.. if you would be my girl, then i would be in heaven
then i could do anything, you know i would do anything, if you were my girl..

13:56


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