Okay, guys, I feel really bad about putting up a wishlist for Xmas, but since you guys are all naggity-naggity, I shall put one up. So then you can stop being so naggity-naggity on what to get me for Christmas.
So here they are, not in any particular order of preference. I don't really mind which one you get me, as long as I don't get duplicates cause well.. yeah. I don't care if you don't get me anything on this list either, cause, well, I didn't deserve any of this and the only reason I put this up was cause you guys decided to be naggity-naggity.
1 - Absolutely nothing.
2 - Lolita (TAKEN BY GLO)
3 - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (TAKEN BY DAPHNE)
4 - Northern Lights (TAKEN BY ANNIE)
5 - A slutty elf costume. JOKES.
6 - The Book Thief. A TOTAL MUSTHAVE UISGHEIUHEATUIHIAUTHIUAWT
7 - Maybe an AC/DC, Oasis, REM, Led Zeppelin, Guns n' Roses or Metallica albums. But if it's Metallica, please either get me 'Death Magnetic' or '.. And Justice for All'. With the others, I'm not so picky.
8 - Dry shampoo ;) no, seriously. I meant it.
9 - A DLSR camera -- JOKES IT'S WAY TOO EXPENSIVE DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT EVEN THOUGH I WANT ONE.
10 - Amy Ha's love.
11 - Rudy freakin' Steiner. He is freaking awesome. And cute. And AWESOME. Possibly sexy. Ooh.
12 - Something Donnie Darko related. Maybe the DVD if it's cheap.
13 - Urgh, I don't know ! I don't really care! Seriously, surprise me! Or go wildddddd!
So, there you go, my totally sucky wishlist. Personally I don't expect a DLSR, a slutty costume or RUDY FREAKING STEINER.
Okay, I really, REALLY want Rudy Steiner.
But I know I can't get him because he's totally fictional.
Oh damnation!
And I was so so sad when ____________________________ and Liesel ___________________.
DDDDDDDDDDD:
cliffjump~!
Anyway, I'm gonna go do my maths homework now. We're on Exercise 5P and Ms Maloukis is all like, YAY let's do all 2769872396879238 questions yayayayayayya~!
But I have GOT to say, her hair looked nice today. She said she has a GHD or something. Which turns out to be a straightener. I think I'm living under a rock. Yes, that's it.
Anywayyyyyyyyyyy.
The bell has gone psycho.
RIP school bell.
That's all for now, I THINK.
GOODBYE
About Me
- Mr. Blue Cactus
- Hi. I'm just a simple nobody - with a simpleton mind, simple values, simple views.. It doesn't matter if you don't view my blog. Personally, I don't really care. Hello, and good-bye.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Yearlies
Well, i know this is awfully late.
but our yearly exams are over! YAYAYAYYAYYAYA.
However, I have done horribly during this year's yearlies.
Teeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
:)
Anyway, what am I going to blog about?
Oh, that's right.
Have I blogged about Donnie Darko?
And V for Vendetta? Which one should I blog first..? Hmm. Actually, I'll blog about it in another post. BYE.
but our yearly exams are over! YAYAYAYYAYYAYA.
However, I have done horribly during this year's yearlies.
Teeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
:)
Anyway, what am I going to blog about?
Oh, that's right.
Have I blogged about Donnie Darko?
And V for Vendetta? Which one should I blog first..? Hmm. Actually, I'll blog about it in another post. BYE.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Seven Nation Army
FIRSTLY.
I must tell you about my day.
Let's just say it was weird.
The train terminated at Kingsgrove for some reason? :S Weird.
And then I called Dad. It was his birthday. And I kinda forgot to tell him until like just then. And he was all like to me, 'If you don't get to (CENSORED STATION) by 4:30, I'm ditching you.'
So I got ditched 'cause I was late anyway. And I was on my way from walking home from (CENSORED STATION). And then there comes dad, in his car, being happy cause the car was AIR-CONDITIONED and it was so DARN HOT OUTSIDE ! SHEESHKEBAB!
And I was just like sizzling, you know, like a sausage? I don't know, I think I got the weirdest wording ever. But oh well.
And I'm so bored, I'm going to do this again ! YAY!
RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc., on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets.
5. Post this in your profile.
1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
2. How would you describe yourself?
Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall
3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Michael Jackson - The Way You Make Me Feel (:S)
4. How do you feel today?
Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter
5. What is your life's purpose?
Guns n' Roses - Sweet Child of Mine
6. What is your motto?
Blur - Beetlebum
7. What do your friends think of you?
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
8. What do you think of your parents?
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song (HAHAHAHAHAHA.)
9. What do you think about very often?
Earth, Wind And Fire - September
10. What is 2 + 2?
Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You
11. What do you think of your best friend?
Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
12. What do you think of the person you like?
Haddaway - What is Love? (Why are all my old songs popping up?!)
13. What is your life story?
AC/DC - Highway to Hell
14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
ABBA - Super Trouper
15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Metallica - My Apocalypse
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Dido - Thank You
17. What will they play at your funeral?
Matchbox Twenty - How Far We've Come
18. What is your hobby/interest?
Gary Jules - Mad World
19. What is your biggest fear?
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
20. What is your biggest secret?
Nirvana - Dive
21. What do you think of your friends?
Guns n' Roses - November Rain
22. What will you post this as?
White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
I must tell you about my day.
Let's just say it was weird.
The train terminated at Kingsgrove for some reason? :S Weird.
And then I called Dad. It was his birthday. And I kinda forgot to tell him until like just then. And he was all like to me, 'If you don't get to (CENSORED STATION) by 4:30, I'm ditching you.'
So I got ditched 'cause I was late anyway. And I was on my way from walking home from (CENSORED STATION). And then there comes dad, in his car, being happy cause the car was AIR-CONDITIONED and it was so DARN HOT OUTSIDE ! SHEESHKEBAB!
And I was just like sizzling, you know, like a sausage? I don't know, I think I got the weirdest wording ever. But oh well.
And I'm so bored, I'm going to do this again ! YAY!
RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc., on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets.
5. Post this in your profile.
1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
2. How would you describe yourself?
Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall
3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Michael Jackson - The Way You Make Me Feel (:S)
4. How do you feel today?
Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter
5. What is your life's purpose?
Guns n' Roses - Sweet Child of Mine
6. What is your motto?
Blur - Beetlebum
7. What do your friends think of you?
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
8. What do you think of your parents?
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song (HAHAHAHAHAHA.)
9. What do you think about very often?
Earth, Wind And Fire - September
10. What is 2 + 2?
Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You
11. What do you think of your best friend?
Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
12. What do you think of the person you like?
Haddaway - What is Love? (Why are all my old songs popping up?!)
13. What is your life story?
AC/DC - Highway to Hell
14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
ABBA - Super Trouper
15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Metallica - My Apocalypse
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Dido - Thank You
17. What will they play at your funeral?
Matchbox Twenty - How Far We've Come
18. What is your hobby/interest?
Gary Jules - Mad World
19. What is your biggest fear?
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
20. What is your biggest secret?
Nirvana - Dive
21. What do you think of your friends?
Guns n' Roses - November Rain
22. What will you post this as?
White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
Monday, September 27, 2010
~november rain.
November, November, November Rain.
The song that has been on my mind for so, so long. (A week)
I was only merely exaggerating.
But, it's a nine minute song.. OF AWESOMENESS.
I love the violins.
Seriously, you don't really hear violins in rock songs. Or in many of them. Apart from Kashmir. (Led Zeppelin.) They sound so EPIC. Especially somewhere near the end, before Slash's solo.
Turns out he isn't a traitor after all. (with the Rihanna ft. 'Slash' thing) What the heck. Can't hear Slash at all. WEIIIIIIIIIIRD.
One song I must learn on guitar, or VIOLIN if possible,
NOVEMBER RAIN. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Drooldrooldrool.
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain~
Just the first verse. It's so sad.
In the video, Slash is standing on a grand piano. And Axl. Oh my gosh, Axl. He plays piano? GASSSSSSSSSSSSP. :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O.
~enjoy. I think Annie will like this song the most out of all of you guys.
~bloo.
p.s. Just a bit of trivia.
November Rain's mentioned in Regina Spektor's song, 'On the Radio.' (yeah, Glo)
The song that has been on my mind for so, so long. (A week)
I was only merely exaggerating.
But, it's a nine minute song.. OF AWESOMENESS.
I love the violins.
Seriously, you don't really hear violins in rock songs. Or in many of them. Apart from Kashmir. (Led Zeppelin.) They sound so EPIC. Especially somewhere near the end, before Slash's solo.
Turns out he isn't a traitor after all. (with the Rihanna ft. 'Slash' thing) What the heck. Can't hear Slash at all. WEIIIIIIIIIIRD.
One song I must learn on guitar, or VIOLIN if possible,
NOVEMBER RAIN. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Drooldrooldrool.
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain~
Just the first verse. It's so sad.
In the video, Slash is standing on a grand piano. And Axl. Oh my gosh, Axl. He plays piano? GASSSSSSSSSSSSP. :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O.
~enjoy. I think Annie will like this song the most out of all of you guys.
~bloo.
p.s. Just a bit of trivia.
November Rain's mentioned in Regina Spektor's song, 'On the Radio.' (yeah, Glo)
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Guessing game, dearie.
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first two lines from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing
.Step 3: Bold the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Just so you know, I'm typing what I hear so it may not necessarily be the right lyrics.
1. 'Keep you in the dark, you know they all pretend,
Keep you in the dark and so they all begin..'
2. 'Wouldn't you believe it's just my luck [x4]'
(As another clue, the next line is: No recess)
3. 'Too alarming now to talk about,
Take your pictures down and shake it out..
4. 'As he came into the window,
There was a sound of a crescendo..'
5. 'It's all the same,
Only the names will change..'
6. 'Load up on guns, bring your friends,
It's fun to lose, and to pretend..'
7. 'In my eyes, I'm not lazy.
In my face, it's not over.'
8. 'Take a step out on yourself,
And you turn around..'
9. 'They live a life that is comfortable,
They travel far to keep their stomachs full..'
10. 'Everybody was kung-fu fighting,
Those cats were fast as lightning..'
Foo Fighters - Kung Fu Fighting (Rachel)
11. 'I knew a girl called Nikki,
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend..'
Foo Fighters - Darling Nikki (Rachel)
12. 'Living easy, living free,
Season ticket on a one-way ride..'
13. 'She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak,
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks..'
14. 'There's a lady who's sure,
That all that glitters is gold..'
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin (Annie)
15. 'You make me weak,
I wanna die..'
16. 'Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face,
With stars to fill my dreams..'
17. 'Oh baby, here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephredine..'
18. 'Your eyes, followed me here,
Your eyes, seamless and sure..'
19. 'What else should I be?
All apologies..'
20. 'We passed upon the stairs,
Spoke of was and where..'
(Since there are two versions of the same song (the latter being the cover), giving the answer to either artist is accepted)
21. 'Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or his he blind?'
22. 'Polly wants a cracker,
I think I should get off her first..'
Polly - Nirvana (Annie)
23. 'I will never bother you,
I will never promise to..'
24. 'When I'm feeling tired,
She slips food through my door..'
25. 'New blood has joined this earth,
And quickly he's subdued..'
Have fun, this, to me, is a pretty hard one
Step 2: Post the first two lines from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing
.Step 3: Bold the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Just so you know, I'm typing what I hear so it may not necessarily be the right lyrics.
1. 'Keep you in the dark, you know they all pretend,
Keep you in the dark and so they all begin..'
2. 'Wouldn't you believe it's just my luck [x4]'
(As another clue, the next line is: No recess)
3. 'Too alarming now to talk about,
Take your pictures down and shake it out..
4. 'As he came into the window,
There was a sound of a crescendo..'
5. 'It's all the same,
Only the names will change..'
6. 'Load up on guns, bring your friends,
It's fun to lose, and to pretend..'
7. 'In my eyes, I'm not lazy.
In my face, it's not over.'
8. 'Take a step out on yourself,
And you turn around..'
9. 'They live a life that is comfortable,
They travel far to keep their stomachs full..'
10. 'Everybody was kung-fu fighting,
Those cats were fast as lightning..'
Foo Fighters - Kung Fu Fighting (Rachel)
11. 'I knew a girl called Nikki,
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend..'
Foo Fighters - Darling Nikki (Rachel)
12. 'Living easy, living free,
Season ticket on a one-way ride..'
13. 'She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak,
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks..'
14. 'There's a lady who's sure,
That all that glitters is gold..'
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin (Annie)
15. 'You make me weak,
I wanna die..'
16. 'Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face,
With stars to fill my dreams..'
17. 'Oh baby, here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephredine..'
18. 'Your eyes, followed me here,
Your eyes, seamless and sure..'
19. 'What else should I be?
All apologies..'
20. 'We passed upon the stairs,
Spoke of was and where..'
(Since there are two versions of the same song (the latter being the cover), giving the answer to either artist is accepted)
21. 'Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or his he blind?'
22. 'Polly wants a cracker,
I think I should get off her first..'
Polly - Nirvana (Annie)
23. 'I will never bother you,
I will never promise to..'
24. 'When I'm feeling tired,
She slips food through my door..'
25. 'New blood has joined this earth,
And quickly he's subdued..'
Have fun, this, to me, is a pretty hard one
Monday, September 6, 2010
Heart-shaped box.
well, i found this on one of my old posts. heh. let's try this again, shall we?
RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc., on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets.
5. Post this in your profile.
1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
2. How would you describe yourself?
Guns n' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Blur - Beetlebum
4. How do you feel today?
Thrice - Silhouette
5. What is your life's purpose?
Nirvana - Polly
6. What is your motto?
KISS - I was made for loving you
7. What do your friends think of you?
Nirvana - Rape Me (WEIRD. YOU KNOW, THE FIRST LINES ARE: Rape me, rape me, my friend)
8. What do you think of your parents?
Nirvana - Son of a Gun
9. What do you think about very often?
Foo Fighters - Times Like These (Coincidental eh)
10. What is 2 + 2?
Nirvana - Lounge Act
11. What do you think of your best friend?
Nirvana - Sifting
12. What do you think of the person you like?
Nirvana - Swap Meet
13. What is your life story?
Journey - Don't Stop Believing (No, not the sucky Glee one)
14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Oasis - Don't Look Back in Anger
15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Nirvana - Turnaround
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Guns n' Roses - Sweet Child o' Mine (AHH I REALLY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN)
17. What will they play at your funeral?
Queen - Under Pressure
18. What is your hobby/interest?
Alice Cooper - School's Out
19. What is your biggest fear?
Nirvana - Molly's Lips (o-o)
20. What is your biggest secret?
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song (O_____O This really reminds me of Ms. Davis)
21. What do you think of your friends?
Nirvana - Drain You (You know, this is meant to be a break-up song.)
22. What will you post this as?
Nirvana - Heart-shaped Box
RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc., on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets.
5. Post this in your profile.
1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
2. How would you describe yourself?
Guns n' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Blur - Beetlebum
4. How do you feel today?
Thrice - Silhouette
5. What is your life's purpose?
Nirvana - Polly
6. What is your motto?
KISS - I was made for loving you
7. What do your friends think of you?
Nirvana - Rape Me (WEIRD. YOU KNOW, THE FIRST LINES ARE: Rape me, rape me, my friend)
8. What do you think of your parents?
Nirvana - Son of a Gun
9. What do you think about very often?
Foo Fighters - Times Like These (Coincidental eh)
10. What is 2 + 2?
Nirvana - Lounge Act
11. What do you think of your best friend?
Nirvana - Sifting
12. What do you think of the person you like?
Nirvana - Swap Meet
13. What is your life story?
Journey - Don't Stop Believing (No, not the sucky Glee one)
14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Oasis - Don't Look Back in Anger
15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Nirvana - Turnaround
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Guns n' Roses - Sweet Child o' Mine (AHH I REALLY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN)
17. What will they play at your funeral?
Queen - Under Pressure
18. What is your hobby/interest?
Alice Cooper - School's Out
19. What is your biggest fear?
Nirvana - Molly's Lips (o-o)
20. What is your biggest secret?
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song (O_____O This really reminds me of Ms. Davis)
21. What do you think of your friends?
Nirvana - Drain You (You know, this is meant to be a break-up song.)
22. What will you post this as?
Nirvana - Heart-shaped Box
Friday, September 3, 2010
Reminder to self. You don't have to read this.
Polly lyrics.
Polly wants a cracker,
I think I should get off her first.
I think she wants some water
To put out the blowtorch.
It isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
To please myself.
Got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Hurt yourself.
Want some help,
Help myself.
Polly wants a cracker,
Maybe she would like more food.
Ask me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few.
Isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
To please myself.
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Polly said.
Polly says her back hurts,
She's just as bored as me.
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct..
Isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Those are lyrics to a song I've been trying to memorise for a while. It's Polly, by Nirvana. It's based on a true story about a rape victim who was fourteen at the time who got abducted in 1987 while returning from a punk rock show - she was tortured with razors and a blowtorch.
There's a couple of alternate lyrics T__T This one's from the Nevermind CD.
Kurt did put somewhat of a narrative flourish into the song though - Polly manages to escape by flirting with her captor convincing him to trust her. This allows her to escape.
--
I need to put on tabs just so then I remember them later on.
http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/n/nirvana/polly_crd.htm (This is my link, I gotta remember this when I get a guitar. Apparently, I need a left-handed one)
T__T
Polly wants a cracker,
I think I should get off her first.
I think she wants some water
To put out the blowtorch.
It isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
To please myself.
Got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Hurt yourself.
Want some help,
Help myself.
Polly wants a cracker,
Maybe she would like more food.
Ask me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few.
Isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
To please myself.
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Polly said.
Polly says her back hurts,
She's just as bored as me.
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct..
Isn't me,
Have a seed.
Let me clip
Your dirty wings.
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride,
Cut yourself.
Want some help,
Please myself.
Those are lyrics to a song I've been trying to memorise for a while. It's Polly, by Nirvana. It's based on a true story about a rape victim who was fourteen at the time who got abducted in 1987 while returning from a punk rock show - she was tortured with razors and a blowtorch.
There's a couple of alternate lyrics T__T This one's from the Nevermind CD.
Kurt did put somewhat of a narrative flourish into the song though - Polly manages to escape by flirting with her captor convincing him to trust her. This allows her to escape.
--
I need to put on tabs just so then I remember them later on.
http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/n/nirvana/polly_crd.htm (This is my link, I gotta remember this when I get a guitar. Apparently, I need a left-handed one)
T__T
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Ten minute sketch
Dear readers and friends.
I am not very good at drawing.
But I drew something that I was proud of.
And it was..
A wedding cake.
But it wasn't an ordinary wedding cake, mesdames et messieurs.
IT WAS A GUNS N' ROSES THEMED CAKE. AWESOME MUCH? And Annie and Andrew are getting married.
I drew it in my friend's VA book, but she'll scan it and upload it on:
unidenitified-blog.blogspot.com/ I hope. Unless if it's on her HitRecord, but you better ask her about that.
It only took ten minutes, so there's still a million faults, but I'm proud of myself.
--Bloo
I am not very good at drawing.
But I drew something that I was proud of.
And it was..
A wedding cake.
But it wasn't an ordinary wedding cake, mesdames et messieurs.
IT WAS A GUNS N' ROSES THEMED CAKE. AWESOME MUCH? And Annie and Andrew are getting married.
I drew it in my friend's VA book, but she'll scan it and upload it on:
unidenitified-blog.blogspot.com/ I hope. Unless if it's on her HitRecord, but you better ask her about that.
It only took ten minutes, so there's still a million faults, but I'm proud of myself.
--Bloo
Friday, August 13, 2010
Editing photos
Editing photos. This is my pelican photo. Annie loves it to bits but I don't know why.
Anyway, should I continue this? I kinda think this won't work out too well but yeah.
Here's another photo.
Hmm.
Anyway, I suck, byebye
BLOO~
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thrice.
I was just chilling to some Thrice (thanks to my cousin.. Another avid rock/metal/grunge/hard-rock maniac like me) and it's pretty good! I've been listening to Silhouette on repeat.. It's really good . To me, anyway. It's embedded here.
Anyway, I've gotta get off my mind - I made a DeviantArt. It's for backup just in case my comp dies and then all my photos get lost. :(
And there's actually an Instant Messenger thing on Moodle, even though it's pretty lame and all. It works, though. And Karina stuffed mine up.
Au revoir; have fun.
Bloo~
Anyway, I've gotta get off my mind - I made a DeviantArt. It's for backup just in case my comp dies and then all my photos get lost. :(
And there's actually an Instant Messenger thing on Moodle, even though it's pretty lame and all. It works, though. And Karina stuffed mine up.
Au revoir; have fun.
Bloo~
Saturday, August 7, 2010
I think it's funny ..
.. That in most Asian families, it's always the guys who kill the bugs.
.. When I'm listening to rock music, and your mother goes and reprimands you, thinking that you'll turn emo and start cutting yourself soon.
.. That my brother has girly traits.
.. That I can cook two meals with confidence - scrambled eggs, and creme brulee.
.. When my cousin does her special 'silent but deadly' fart.
.. When my brother cries.
.. When my brother's a total wuss.
Fin.
-Bloo~
.. When I'm listening to rock music, and your mother goes and reprimands you, thinking that you'll turn emo and start cutting yourself soon.
.. That my brother has girly traits.
.. That I can cook two meals with confidence - scrambled eggs, and creme brulee.
.. When my cousin does her special 'silent but deadly' fart.
.. When my brother cries.
.. When my brother's a total wuss.
Fin.
-Bloo~
Drool.
Self-explanatory.
I was obsessed with Cillian Murphy during the holidays. I think I still AM obsessed. Though my obsessions don't last long. I just have a profound liking afterwards. Which ISN'T obsession, but probably something close to it.
Dayum. I love his eyes.
His wonderfully cerulean-blue eyes.
SUPERDROOL.
I think that's all I needed to say.
Bloo~
I was obsessed with Cillian Murphy during the holidays. I think I still AM obsessed. Though my obsessions don't last long. I just have a profound liking afterwards. Which ISN'T obsession, but probably something close to it.
Dayum. I love his eyes.
His wonderfully cerulean-blue eyes.
SUPERDROOL.
I think that's all I needed to say.
Bloo~
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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Monday, July 26, 2010
RED EYE.
I know, I know. I saw the film about two weeks ago. But it's SO GOOD ! WOIUAROIAWIORUIOAWR ! :D
Okay.
Here's a poster, it looks so cool, yeah ? *happy happy happy face.*
Surprisingly, Emma, from Glee decides to show up in here. But she was in here WAY before Glee existed. Hehe. It's a 2005 movie, so it's not that old.
By the way, the names might be familiar - just not Cillian Murphy's. But what I do know about him is that he'll be Inception. Which I'm also looking forward too, hehe, super-drool.
Just a re-cap though, Rachel McAdams was in Mean Girls. As Regina George.
If I do try to write up a brief synopsis of the movie, I'll leave out crucial details. Maybe I'll have a go, hehe. And surprisingly, even though I don't generally like thrillers, I LOVE THIS MOVIE HEHEHE SUPER-DROOL (*W&%*(&(*ASFJKHkjahwkjry89&(*%#&.
So technically, it's a movie about a young woman called Lisa Reisert (.. Strange anme, I know.) who hates flying, (and is also played by Rachel McAdams) but she has to go on a plane back to where she lives, at Miami after she attended her grandmother's funeral in Dallas.
She works as a Lux Atlantic Hotel manager, and she's a workaholic with basically no life whatsoever.
Due to the bad weather and flight delay, she meets a dude called Jack Rippner (played by Cillian Murphy, who is in Inception)(Doesn't it remind you of Jack the Ripper?) in the airport bar thingy, who was also waiting to go on the plane. He was incredibly charming and well, sweet. (Which seems to maybe have 'captured' Lisa's heart.)
Another big surprise is that they were to be seated next to each other on a plane, and then, 'Jack', whose full name is 'Jackson Rippner' (which is a stupid name, sorry.) is a terrorist dude working for a group who wants to assassinate a major politician called Charles Keefe (and unknowingly, his family), and Lisa is a major part of their plan because of her job, at the Lux Atlantic Hotel where the Keefe family was staying. If she refuses to help Jackson, then Jackson will then call a hitman to kill her father (Joe Reisert) at his home. Lisa pretty much is stuck with no way of getting help without pretty much jeopardising her father's safety/life/whatever word you'd like - and the longer she waits, I guess it would be harder to prevent the assassination from happening.
She pretty much becomes a hero tryhard. Her first attempt is when an old lady from the check-in line comes to talk to her about a Doctor Phil book which she had been reading on the flight (as Lisa had given the book to her.) She tries to write a warning in the woman's book. But soon after, Rippner later finds out, and he headbutts her suddenly. Rendering her unconscious, of course. She tries again, but going into the bathroom and writing a warning on the mirror with soap. She tries to leave, but she's stopped. Jackson sees the message, and she's shoved back in.
-
THERE IS NO ROMANTIC SCENES IN THIS MOVIE WHATSOEVER. Forgot to write that a long time ago. Sorry.
-
Now, back to the plot.
Lisa begs Jackson to not kill her father, to which he says something along the lines of not gambling with her father's life. He then notices a scar above Lisa's watermelon and asks her about the scar's history. Lisa refuses to answer and then Jackson starts choking her, because she is not 'ebing honest with him, when he had been nothing but brutally honest with her'. After letting go, he erases the writing on the mirror while she's gasping for air.
They leave the bathroom and the flight attendant thinks that they were having sex in there. One of the flight attendants say the word 'Trash', I believe.
The assassination plan is to use a portable missile launcher thingy from a boat in a nearby harbour thingy and fire it at the Lux Hotel. The problem is, Charles Keefe (the politician from before) likes to stay in a different suite, which faces the city, instead of facing the harbour. In order to kill him, Jackson forces Lisa to make a phone call from the plane (I didn't know that plane phones existed either, but they exist in this movie) and order the hotel staff to change his reservation from the city facing room to a particular suite (4080) which faces the harbour.
After a failed attempt, 'cause of turbulence in which the phone died, Lisa makes the phone call, and the staff move the politician + family to the targeted suite/room/whatever. Jackson still needs Lisa and he can't let her and her father go until he's getting a phone call confirming that the Keefe family are dead. *dum dum*
The room's checked and then Charles settles in with his family.
After the plane lands, Lisa tells Jackson about the history of the scar, which is when she was raped at knifepoint in a parking lot (T'was incredibly sad), and then stabs Jackson in his throat with a pen, stealing his mobile phone and bolting off the plane into the terminal thing. Lisa runs through the airport, barely escaping the airport security, and of course, Jackson Rippner.
She steals an SUV to give herself time to use Jackson's phone. She makes a call to the hotel to warn them to evacuate immediately and the deputy director is a target of an assassination plot. They get evacuated just in time. Which was good. Her second call was going to be to her father, but the battery decides to bail out on her and she's forced to drive to her father's house in order to 'save' him before Jackson can call the hitman dude.
Lisa rushes to her father's house to ensure his safety. She sees the hitman outside the front door, which she runs over with the stolen SUV, crashing through the front of the house. Lisa's father stumbles out of the kitchen, shocked at the hitman who is now lying dead and tells her that the cops are coming soon.
When Lisa calls her hotel to see if everything's okay, Jackson decides to show up and knocks her father out so she can deal with Lisa first. He chases her through the house with a 'freaking' (sorry Annie) butcher's knife and throws her down a flight of stairs. Lisa crawls down the last few steps, where a gun is lying next to the run-over/dead hitman. She threatens Jackson with the gun, and Jackson attempts to escape but Lisa shoots him before he can. He kicks the gun out of her hand and grabs her by the hair when Lisa's dad recovers from being knocked out and shoots Jackson as the cops arrive.
If he actually dies is unknown. It's part of the mystery. I hope he lives though, I'd like him to take revenge on Lisa or something.
And that's the end of the movie.
It's cool, yeah?
And anywayyyyy, hehe, I'll just go now, since I'm too annoying.
GOODBYE.
~Bloo.
Okay.
Here's a poster, it looks so cool, yeah ? *happy happy happy face.*
Surprisingly, Emma, from Glee decides to show up in here. But she was in here WAY before Glee existed. Hehe. It's a 2005 movie, so it's not that old.
By the way, the names might be familiar - just not Cillian Murphy's. But what I do know about him is that he'll be Inception. Which I'm also looking forward too, hehe, super-drool.
Just a re-cap though, Rachel McAdams was in Mean Girls. As Regina George.
If I do try to write up a brief synopsis of the movie, I'll leave out crucial details. Maybe I'll have a go, hehe. And surprisingly, even though I don't generally like thrillers, I LOVE THIS MOVIE HEHEHE SUPER-DROOL (*W&%*(&(*ASFJKHkjahwkjry89&(*%#&.
So technically, it's a movie about a young woman called Lisa Reisert (.. Strange anme, I know.) who hates flying, (and is also played by Rachel McAdams) but she has to go on a plane back to where she lives, at Miami after she attended her grandmother's funeral in Dallas.
She works as a Lux Atlantic Hotel manager, and she's a workaholic with basically no life whatsoever.
Due to the bad weather and flight delay, she meets a dude called Jack Rippner (played by Cillian Murphy, who is in Inception)(Doesn't it remind you of Jack the Ripper?) in the airport bar thingy, who was also waiting to go on the plane. He was incredibly charming and well, sweet. (Which seems to maybe have 'captured' Lisa's heart.)
Another big surprise is that they were to be seated next to each other on a plane, and then, 'Jack', whose full name is 'Jackson Rippner' (which is a stupid name, sorry.) is a terrorist dude working for a group who wants to assassinate a major politician called Charles Keefe (and unknowingly, his family), and Lisa is a major part of their plan because of her job, at the Lux Atlantic Hotel where the Keefe family was staying. If she refuses to help Jackson, then Jackson will then call a hitman to kill her father (Joe Reisert) at his home. Lisa pretty much is stuck with no way of getting help without pretty much jeopardising her father's safety/life/whatever word you'd like - and the longer she waits, I guess it would be harder to prevent the assassination from happening.
She pretty much becomes a hero tryhard. Her first attempt is when an old lady from the check-in line comes to talk to her about a Doctor Phil book which she had been reading on the flight (as Lisa had given the book to her.) She tries to write a warning in the woman's book. But soon after, Rippner later finds out, and he headbutts her suddenly. Rendering her unconscious, of course. She tries again, but going into the bathroom and writing a warning on the mirror with soap. She tries to leave, but she's stopped. Jackson sees the message, and she's shoved back in.
-
THERE IS NO ROMANTIC SCENES IN THIS MOVIE WHATSOEVER. Forgot to write that a long time ago. Sorry.
-
Now, back to the plot.
Lisa begs Jackson to not kill her father, to which he says something along the lines of not gambling with her father's life. He then notices a scar above Lisa's watermelon and asks her about the scar's history. Lisa refuses to answer and then Jackson starts choking her, because she is not 'ebing honest with him, when he had been nothing but brutally honest with her'. After letting go, he erases the writing on the mirror while she's gasping for air.
They leave the bathroom and the flight attendant thinks that they were having sex in there. One of the flight attendants say the word 'Trash', I believe.
The assassination plan is to use a portable missile launcher thingy from a boat in a nearby harbour thingy and fire it at the Lux Hotel. The problem is, Charles Keefe (the politician from before) likes to stay in a different suite, which faces the city, instead of facing the harbour. In order to kill him, Jackson forces Lisa to make a phone call from the plane (I didn't know that plane phones existed either, but they exist in this movie) and order the hotel staff to change his reservation from the city facing room to a particular suite (4080) which faces the harbour.
After a failed attempt, 'cause of turbulence in which the phone died, Lisa makes the phone call, and the staff move the politician + family to the targeted suite/room/whatever. Jackson still needs Lisa and he can't let her and her father go until he's getting a phone call confirming that the Keefe family are dead. *dum dum*
The room's checked and then Charles settles in with his family.
After the plane lands, Lisa tells Jackson about the history of the scar, which is when she was raped at knifepoint in a parking lot (T'was incredibly sad), and then stabs Jackson in his throat with a pen, stealing his mobile phone and bolting off the plane into the terminal thing. Lisa runs through the airport, barely escaping the airport security, and of course, Jackson Rippner.
She steals an SUV to give herself time to use Jackson's phone. She makes a call to the hotel to warn them to evacuate immediately and the deputy director is a target of an assassination plot. They get evacuated just in time. Which was good. Her second call was going to be to her father, but the battery decides to bail out on her and she's forced to drive to her father's house in order to 'save' him before Jackson can call the hitman dude.
Lisa rushes to her father's house to ensure his safety. She sees the hitman outside the front door, which she runs over with the stolen SUV, crashing through the front of the house. Lisa's father stumbles out of the kitchen, shocked at the hitman who is now lying dead and tells her that the cops are coming soon.
When Lisa calls her hotel to see if everything's okay, Jackson decides to show up and knocks her father out so she can deal with Lisa first. He chases her through the house with a 'freaking' (sorry Annie) butcher's knife and throws her down a flight of stairs. Lisa crawls down the last few steps, where a gun is lying next to the run-over/dead hitman. She threatens Jackson with the gun, and Jackson attempts to escape but Lisa shoots him before he can. He kicks the gun out of her hand and grabs her by the hair when Lisa's dad recovers from being knocked out and shoots Jackson as the cops arrive.
If he actually dies is unknown. It's part of the mystery. I hope he lives though, I'd like him to take revenge on Lisa or something.
And that's the end of the movie.
It's cool, yeah?
And anywayyyyy, hehe, I'll just go now, since I'm too annoying.
GOODBYE.
~Bloo.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The spider that just sat next to me.
Yes. I know. Weird title.
OKAY. So here goes.
--
I was going to my Grandma's. So I got in the car, put on my seatbelt, until suddenly, my brother started screaming his head off.
"Shut up Dylan. Stop screaming your head off. It's getting on my nerves. You want me to punch you to make you shut up? 'Cause I can do that if you want." I pretty much said something along the lines of that to my brother.
(I know I'm absolutely evil to my brother. It makes me happy. Hehe.)
He then pointed to the car door to my left. I turned to my left, and there you have it, a giant spider.
Seriously, it was right next to me and everything. I was just so happy I wasn't bitten.
So then just like Dylan, I started screaming my lungs off. We climbed to the OTHER side of the car and got out.
You know with Asian families, how normally the father kills all the cockroaches, spiders, etc.? Well, this was no exception. When we were outside of the car, we were still screaming. I think I'll need to apologise to the neighbours later.
So dad came, killed the spider, end of story.
But the thing is, Dad hadn't cleaned up the spider. This happened during the holidays, and the dead spider's corpse is STILL there.
It haunts me, seriously. No joke.
Now I'll just go off and die or something. It's not like anyone needed to know about this anyway, seriously.
OKAY. So here goes.
--
I was going to my Grandma's. So I got in the car, put on my seatbelt, until suddenly, my brother started screaming his head off.
"Shut up Dylan. Stop screaming your head off. It's getting on my nerves. You want me to punch you to make you shut up? 'Cause I can do that if you want." I pretty much said something along the lines of that to my brother.
(I know I'm absolutely evil to my brother. It makes me happy. Hehe.)
He then pointed to the car door to my left. I turned to my left, and there you have it, a giant spider.
Seriously, it was right next to me and everything. I was just so happy I wasn't bitten.
So then just like Dylan, I started screaming my lungs off. We climbed to the OTHER side of the car and got out.
You know with Asian families, how normally the father kills all the cockroaches, spiders, etc.? Well, this was no exception. When we were outside of the car, we were still screaming. I think I'll need to apologise to the neighbours later.
So dad came, killed the spider, end of story.
But the thing is, Dad hadn't cleaned up the spider. This happened during the holidays, and the dead spider's corpse is STILL there.
It haunts me, seriously. No joke.
Now I'll just go off and die or something. It's not like anyone needed to know about this anyway, seriously.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Holidays?
So, people.
How have your school holidays been ? Mine haven't been all too bad.
I watched Toy Story 3. SUPER DROOL. It was so good! SQUEE!
Okay. I'm gonna go to Jindabyne tomorrow. And I'm going to miss out on the first day of school. I already told Glo about it, hmm ?
I don't have much to write about. And I normally put vids up, yeah..? I'll put one up today too. Besides, I only blog once in a while. Last time I blogged was when I left my wallet on the bus.
My report sucked. I got depressed. My dad went Qwerty. And my Dad thinks I'm dumb. Hehe.
Hmm, I'll put up a song by .. Hmm. *deep in thought* I wonder what to put up today.
Maybe.. I'll put up some Justin Bieber.. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Actually, I think I'll put up a song pretty much celebrating the holidays - School's Out, by Alice Cooper. I can't find a music video, once again. But I don't care much for them. It's the music that counts.
Enjoy, or not..
~Bloo.
How have your school holidays been ? Mine haven't been all too bad.
I watched Toy Story 3. SUPER DROOL. It was so good! SQUEE!
Okay. I'm gonna go to Jindabyne tomorrow. And I'm going to miss out on the first day of school. I already told Glo about it, hmm ?
I don't have much to write about. And I normally put vids up, yeah..? I'll put one up today too. Besides, I only blog once in a while. Last time I blogged was when I left my wallet on the bus.
My report sucked. I got depressed. My dad went Qwerty. And my Dad thinks I'm dumb. Hehe.
Hmm, I'll put up a song by .. Hmm. *deep in thought* I wonder what to put up today.
Maybe.. I'll put up some Justin Bieber.. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Actually, I think I'll put up a song pretty much celebrating the holidays - School's Out, by Alice Cooper. I can't find a music video, once again. But I don't care much for them. It's the music that counts.
Enjoy, or not..
~Bloo.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
50th post - Based on the events on Wednesday.
So yeah.
On Wednesday, I left my wallet on the 610 bus.
Some guy picked it up and returned it to me.
I can't thank that guy enough.
Seriously, it wasn't even robbed (because Annie so insisted on checking).
What else has happened? Not much really. Oh well, half-yearlies soon. Better go study.
Piano exam's on 12th June. Just wanted it make it official. And so G-worm, I won't be able to go anywhere on that day. PIANO EXAM - STRESS - HAIR LOSS.
Anyway, I suck, maybe I'll just make my leave.
I should make my 50th blog post special, yeah?
I'll just embed a song. A new one.
BACK IN BLACK!
On Wednesday, I left my wallet on the 610 bus.
Some guy picked it up and returned it to me.
I can't thank that guy enough.
Seriously, it wasn't even robbed (because Annie so insisted on checking).
What else has happened? Not much really. Oh well, half-yearlies soon. Better go study.
Piano exam's on 12th June. Just wanted it make it official. And so G-worm, I won't be able to go anywhere on that day. PIANO EXAM - STRESS - HAIR LOSS.
Anyway, I suck, maybe I'll just make my leave.
I should make my 50th blog post special, yeah?
I'll just embed a song. A new one.
BACK IN BLACK!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Since I can't be stuffed to ask you all to criticise it individually..
And I KNOW that I said I wouldn't blog anymore; and I'm doing this against my own will, but anyway -- I'm slightly more on the lazy side, as you can see.
What I was doing was I was going to write a short story for my English assignment. The thing is, I don't know if it will be good enough.
So I'll post it up as I go. I won't post everything that I've done up at a time; I'll do it in small sections and so on.
Enjoy!
Note: Also, give me a name and a title.
--
'Mum, you know how Dad's abusive! He's like the Hulk, armed with his crack and glass of beer! PLEASE, LEAVE HIM.. Please.'
'I chose to marry your father for a reason, ungrateful brat.'
'I'll give you an ultimatum then, Mum. It's either he goes, or I leave home.'
'Well, guess what? I'd choose your drunk father over you anyday, you stupid child.'
I don't even bother to pack my bags. I slam my door in her face, and take one last gulp from the cup of water I was clutching, and drop the cup. It breaks into jagged shards; and looking back at it now, I realise that it was like a symbol. A symbol that my time with them was over. I run out of the house, never looking back.
So I’m running. Running away from all of my problems; running from everything I ever held dear. Starting my life anew.
I’ve got nothing, I left everything back at that wretched place where I used to live. And I'm never coming back.
I’m out of breath; right now, I’m sitting on a park bench, panting heavily; my heartbeat pounding..
--
If you don't like it, just say so.
- Bloo
What I was doing was I was going to write a short story for my English assignment. The thing is, I don't know if it will be good enough.
So I'll post it up as I go. I won't post everything that I've done up at a time; I'll do it in small sections and so on.
Enjoy!
Note: Also, give me a name and a title.
--
'Mum, you know how Dad's abusive! He's like the Hulk, armed with his crack and glass of beer! PLEASE, LEAVE HIM.. Please.'
'I chose to marry your father for a reason, ungrateful brat.'
'I'll give you an ultimatum then, Mum. It's either he goes, or I leave home.'
'Well, guess what? I'd choose your drunk father over you anyday, you stupid child.'
I don't even bother to pack my bags. I slam my door in her face, and take one last gulp from the cup of water I was clutching, and drop the cup. It breaks into jagged shards; and looking back at it now, I realise that it was like a symbol. A symbol that my time with them was over. I run out of the house, never looking back.
So I’m running. Running away from all of my problems; running from everything I ever held dear. Starting my life anew.
I’ve got nothing, I left everything back at that wretched place where I used to live. And I'm never coming back.
I’m out of breath; right now, I’m sitting on a park bench, panting heavily; my heartbeat pounding..
--
If you don't like it, just say so.
- Bloo
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Hmm.
I never realised that songs could make you cry.
Well, anyway, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin made me cry.
I love old songs. If they're of the rock or early 90's grunge genre.
Probably makes me have bad taste in today's era.
Today's music makes me cringe sometimes. It's so new sounding.
Maybe because I live in the past.
I hate 2010.
I'm pretty sure this decade is going to suck.
It hasn't even been half a year yet and it sucks.
--
I'm bored.
Okay, so I'll tell you what I must do ensure in a song before I like it.
I'll have examples for each point -- For the ones that are negative, there are examples for them too; just that those songs are the types of songs that I dislike.
- Good, understandable, meaningful, decodeable lyrics.
i.e. Nirvana - Drain You. It shows that somehow, Kurt Cobain was going through a tough time. (Most likely based on his drug abuse.)
- A nice tune to it.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.
- If it isn't too boppy, but still has somewhat of a strong beat to it.
i.e. Three Days Grace - Just Like You
- If the music is able to project an image into my mind.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
- If it doesn't sound too new or tacky.
i.e. Ke$ha - Tik Tok
- If it isn't too lovey dovey.
i.e. Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
There are exceptions to these though. But they only apply to classical music.
-- GOODBYE.
Well, anyway, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin made me cry.
I love old songs. If they're of the rock or early 90's grunge genre.
Probably makes me have bad taste in today's era.
Today's music makes me cringe sometimes. It's so new sounding.
Maybe because I live in the past.
I hate 2010.
I'm pretty sure this decade is going to suck.
It hasn't even been half a year yet and it sucks.
--
I'm bored.
Okay, so I'll tell you what I must do ensure in a song before I like it.
I'll have examples for each point -- For the ones that are negative, there are examples for them too; just that those songs are the types of songs that I dislike.
- Good, understandable, meaningful, decodeable lyrics.
i.e. Nirvana - Drain You. It shows that somehow, Kurt Cobain was going through a tough time. (Most likely based on his drug abuse.)
- A nice tune to it.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.
- If it isn't too boppy, but still has somewhat of a strong beat to it.
i.e. Three Days Grace - Just Like You
- If the music is able to project an image into my mind.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
- If it doesn't sound too new or tacky.
i.e. Ke$ha - Tik Tok
- If it isn't too lovey dovey.
i.e. Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
There are exceptions to these though. But they only apply to classical music.
-- GOODBYE.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I just found this comment . I love it so much I'm putting it up.
You say Soulja Boy? I say AC/DC.
You say Rihanna? I say Metallica.
You say Lil Wayne? I say Led Zeppelin.
You say Lady Gaga? I say Nirvana.
You say Jonas Brothers? I say Slipknot.
You say Eminem? I say Iron Maiden.
You say Justin Bieber? I say Avenged Sevenfold.
You say Hannah Montana? I scream heavy metal.
DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ROCK DIE!
Sorry.
I love that comment.
Hehe. <3
You say Rihanna? I say Metallica.
You say Lil Wayne? I say Led Zeppelin.
You say Lady Gaga? I say Nirvana.
You say Jonas Brothers? I say Slipknot.
You say Eminem? I say Iron Maiden.
You say Justin Bieber? I say Avenged Sevenfold.
You say Hannah Montana? I scream heavy metal.
DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ROCK DIE!
Sorry.
I love that comment.
Hehe. <3
Highway to Hell
As I have said many times already..
Highway to Hell is a song by AC/DC which will be in GLEE!
And AC/DC is an old-school AUSSIE rock band.
Not British.
Not American.
Not Seattle-an. (Which is in America.)
Not Jamaican.
Not Canadian.
But Australian!
OH YEAH!
I love AC/DC. They are LEGENDS.
Here's Highway to Hell for you all. I'll put up TNT later.
Highway to Hell is a song by AC/DC which will be in GLEE!
And AC/DC is an old-school AUSSIE rock band.
Not British.
Not American.
Not Seattle-an. (Which is in America.)
Not Jamaican.
Not Canadian.
But Australian!
OH YEAH!
I love AC/DC. They are LEGENDS.
Here's Highway to Hell for you all. I'll put up TNT later.
Stairway to Heaven
I know you guys don't like Led Zeppelin that much.. But this is a must hear.
You know, it's top on the 500 best rock songs ever. Even Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't top it.
-- Annie: Come As You Are is 14th. :(
Or something.
AND FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S NOT BORING. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO ACTUALLY APPRECIATE LED ZEPPELIN GOODNESS. :D
Over and out!
You know, it's top on the 500 best rock songs ever. Even Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't top it.
-- Annie: Come As You Are is 14th. :(
Or something.
AND FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S NOT BORING. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO ACTUALLY APPRECIATE LED ZEPPELIN GOODNESS. :D
Over and out!
It's a cute little old song.
It's called 'The Final Countdown' by Europe. I'm pretty sure you know it. Especially the beginning.
It's not my favourite, it's just cute, hehe.
It's not my favourite, it's just cute, hehe.
Just another story I've been doing.
It's okay, I'm still continuing on June + Winter.. I've just put that one on hold. :)
So I'll post it below:
--
Let me sum up my life in a few words - I am one of those very few people who enjoy being alone and don't really enjoy another's company.
Fine, maybe more than a few words.
What I like to do is walking around school, sitting alone, clutching in my hand a pen and some paper. I find a nice bench and table, and sit there. So then some idiot decides to show up and uncovers a sword, covered in aluminium foil. Great. Out of all the people I want to see, I get to see him. Nate ____,
'YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME GIRL?'
I ignore him.
'WITH THAT PEN OF YOURS, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.'
I'm pretty sure that the phrase 'The pen is mighter than the sword' existed quite a long time ago. So yet again, I ignore him.
'Are you giving me the silent treatment, woman? In my world, you don't do that. Get back to the kitchen, woman.'
I hear him turn and leave off. My head's still down, focusing on my masterpiece that can make it or break it as a person. Writing's my passion; I can't see anything better or more enjoyable in it. It's probably why my maths results are rather lacking, now I think about it.
To me, people like him get on my nerves. He even makes fun of my name. Seriously, what's wrong with 'Rose'?
'Oh, if you want me to be happy, give me a Rose. Then, I'll be satisfied.' Nate's voice trails across the school grounds to reach my ear. I look up, he winks, and I put my head down again.
I think it's okay to say that my life sucks.
--
Criticise and say if it's good or bad; and best of all, THINK UP OF A TITLE.
I'm planning to get a Fictionpress later on, so yeah.
So I'll post it below:
--
Let me sum up my life in a few words - I am one of those very few people who enjoy being alone and don't really enjoy another's company.
Fine, maybe more than a few words.
What I like to do is walking around school, sitting alone, clutching in my hand a pen and some paper. I find a nice bench and table, and sit there. So then some idiot decides to show up and uncovers a sword, covered in aluminium foil. Great. Out of all the people I want to see, I get to see him. Nate ____,
'YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME GIRL?'
I ignore him.
'WITH THAT PEN OF YOURS, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.'
I'm pretty sure that the phrase 'The pen is mighter than the sword' existed quite a long time ago. So yet again, I ignore him.
'Are you giving me the silent treatment, woman? In my world, you don't do that. Get back to the kitchen, woman.'
I hear him turn and leave off. My head's still down, focusing on my masterpiece that can make it or break it as a person. Writing's my passion; I can't see anything better or more enjoyable in it. It's probably why my maths results are rather lacking, now I think about it.
To me, people like him get on my nerves. He even makes fun of my name. Seriously, what's wrong with 'Rose'?
'Oh, if you want me to be happy, give me a Rose. Then, I'll be satisfied.' Nate's voice trails across the school grounds to reach my ear. I look up, he winks, and I put my head down again.
I think it's okay to say that my life sucks.
--
Criticise and say if it's good or bad; and best of all, THINK UP OF A TITLE.
I'm planning to get a Fictionpress later on, so yeah.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I dunno, I'm just bored, so I'm posting.
This post shall go on about nothing, and won't make sense. So don't bother reading it unless if you're that bothered.
Anyway.
To do list:
- PD assignment. I have no idea how to do this. Rachel, please help.
- To hug my cousin. Again.
That's pretty much all.
I'm getting braces in July. Oh my goshness.
Or somewhere around there. They're gonna pull my teeth out. Oh dear. Does it hurt, I wonder?
I recently changed dentists. Again. And now I go all the way to Burwood to get my teeth checked. But this guy is really good. And Jessica Nguyen goes to him too. I like Viet people.
Gah. I'm so scared.
About anything and everything.
I dunno what I'm doing right now.
What AM I doing right now? Apart from the obvious. Like typing, breathing, pumping blood around the body, etc.
I guess for those random paedophilic stalkers out there, I bet they'd like to get an insight of a thirteen year old's mind.
Wait, am I thirteen?
Or am I still twelve?
Oh wait.
I'm thirteen.
I'm old.
And fat.
Well, not fat.
But okay sized.
Average.
I guess.
I dunno.
I want a pimple.
Teehee.
Anyway.
To do list:
- PD assignment. I have no idea how to do this. Rachel, please help.
- To hug my cousin. Again.
That's pretty much all.
I'm getting braces in July. Oh my goshness.
Or somewhere around there. They're gonna pull my teeth out. Oh dear. Does it hurt, I wonder?
I recently changed dentists. Again. And now I go all the way to Burwood to get my teeth checked. But this guy is really good. And Jessica Nguyen goes to him too. I like Viet people.
Gah. I'm so scared.
About anything and everything.
I dunno what I'm doing right now.
What AM I doing right now? Apart from the obvious. Like typing, breathing, pumping blood around the body, etc.
I guess for those random paedophilic stalkers out there, I bet they'd like to get an insight of a thirteen year old's mind.
Wait, am I thirteen?
Or am I still twelve?
Oh wait.
I'm thirteen.
I'm old.
And fat.
Well, not fat.
But okay sized.
Average.
I guess.
I dunno.
I want a pimple.
Teehee.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Bored. (:
I'm trying to write that June && Winter story again. But methinks I can't.
BUT ANYWAY..
Winter and June.
They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.
--
She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.
--
- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.
Bloo
BUT ANYWAY..
Winter and June.
They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.
--
She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.
--
- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.
Bloo
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Death
Their eyes
Glazed
Their face
Unfazed
And unblinking.
As time takes its
Toll
And they say
Goodbye
To their lives as they slowly
Fade away.
Goodbye,
To those who loved them.
Goodbye,
To those who cared for them.
Goodbye,
For eternity.
Glazed
Their face
Unfazed
And unblinking.
As time takes its
Toll
And they say
Goodbye
To their lives as they slowly
Fade away.
Goodbye,
To those who loved them.
Goodbye,
To those who cared for them.
Goodbye,
For eternity.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Bus Crash.
Like the title of this post so kindly says, this is about..
LA BUS CRASH AUJOURD'HUI.
Ok. We were on the bus to swimming, and we stop at the very first traffic light.
BOOM. I felt this sudden shock. I heard a few screams, and then realised something was obviously wrong. The glass was cracked.
'Don't panic!" the teachers yelled out. But their yells were unheeded, for there were cries of 'I'm too young too die!' (Most notably from Jessica Tan.)
We kept on driving for a short while.. And suddenly..
CRACK.
The glass window broke, and glass shards started to fall to the floor (from outside). we just had to stop.
The bus driver prodded the window with the stick and the rest of the glass fell out.
Then, I took a picture. :)
Well, we missed the much dreaded swimming where we had to do four laps of flutterby. (butterfly)
Au revoir~
Superbum.
LA BUS CRASH AUJOURD'HUI.
Ok. We were on the bus to swimming, and we stop at the very first traffic light.
BOOM. I felt this sudden shock. I heard a few screams, and then realised something was obviously wrong. The glass was cracked.
'Don't panic!" the teachers yelled out. But their yells were unheeded, for there were cries of 'I'm too young too die!' (Most notably from Jessica Tan.)
We kept on driving for a short while.. And suddenly..
CRACK.
The glass window broke, and glass shards started to fall to the floor (from outside). we just had to stop.
The bus driver prodded the window with the stick and the rest of the glass fell out.
Then, I took a picture. :)
Well, we missed the much dreaded swimming where we had to do four laps of flutterby. (butterfly)
Au revoir~
Superbum.
A rhyming poem.
There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Predator just slumped dead there at his seat
Holding cards in one hand, and the other holding meat.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Predator just slumped dead there at his seat
Holding cards in one hand, and the other holding meat.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
STORYTIME.
'I'm sorry my dear. Sorry you have to go.' The man pulls out a pistol and holds it to my temple.
I bet it's a .38 calibre pistol, since it's so big.
He pulls the trigger. He shoots.
He scores, obviously. It was held to my temple, anyway.
My head feels faint; my eyesight becoming more and more fuzzy by the second.
I feel like I'm falling into a never-ending pit of black flames. And the last thing I see? I see.. The face of the one.. Who killed me.
**
I'm scared.
Very scared.
I tentatively feel my right temple.. And I feel blood. If this was real, I'd be dead. But I pinch myself. And I'm awake, for sure.
I feel that bullet, lodged inside my skull. It stings when I touch it.
There was a sudden noise; but it's pitch black and I can't see anything. A torch falls to my feet, and I hold it. And look up, and see that greeting me, is a large, wretched being. A devil.
'Follow me. Together, we'll conquer the world. We'll kill everyone, then have that whole world to ourselves, and my followers.'
I'm starting to consider this..
Well, it's revenge. Against the man who killed me.
I stand up, and follow him into that dark abyss.
I bet it's a .38 calibre pistol, since it's so big.
He pulls the trigger. He shoots.
He scores, obviously. It was held to my temple, anyway.
My head feels faint; my eyesight becoming more and more fuzzy by the second.
I feel like I'm falling into a never-ending pit of black flames. And the last thing I see? I see.. The face of the one.. Who killed me.
**
I'm scared.
Very scared.
I tentatively feel my right temple.. And I feel blood. If this was real, I'd be dead. But I pinch myself. And I'm awake, for sure.
I feel that bullet, lodged inside my skull. It stings when I touch it.
There was a sudden noise; but it's pitch black and I can't see anything. A torch falls to my feet, and I hold it. And look up, and see that greeting me, is a large, wretched being. A devil.
'Follow me. Together, we'll conquer the world. We'll kill everyone, then have that whole world to ourselves, and my followers.'
I'm starting to consider this..
Well, it's revenge. Against the man who killed me.
I stand up, and follow him into that dark abyss.
Friday, February 12, 2010
IN BLOOM.
I fell in love with this song, all those half a years ago..
I wish Kurt Cobain never suicided. :'(
For there would be a triumphant Nirvana, leading the music industry.. :'(
Instead of those new songs that are out now, no offence to them. So many of them sound the same. Like **** ***** and Day N Nite. (No, I'm not slanging, I think that's the actual song title.)
I wish Kurt Cobain never suicided. :'(
For there would be a triumphant Nirvana, leading the music industry.. :'(
Instead of those new songs that are out now, no offence to them. So many of them sound the same. Like **** ***** and Day N Nite. (No, I'm not slanging, I think that's the actual song title.)
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
Yes that's right.
Livin' on A Prayer.
About a fictional family. In it, Tommy and Gina.
Tommy used to work at the docks. The union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough.. So tough.
Gina works at the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her money, for love.. For love.
There you go. The first two lines.
Livin' on A Prayer.
About a fictional family. In it, Tommy and Gina.
Tommy used to work at the docks. The union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough.. So tough.
Gina works at the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her money, for love.. For love.
There you go. The first two lines.
IT'S MY LIFE. (No, not the stupid Glee one.)
Unlike the Glee one, this is a lot better.
My heart is like an open highway.
:D
My heart is like an open highway.
:D
A little change from posting up songs.
There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
PAPER CUTS.
This isn't fully rocky..
This is a GRUNGEY!
:)
R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.. :(
I wish you didn't shoot yourself and have a cocaine overdose. ==
This is a GRUNGEY!
:)
R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.. :(
I wish you didn't shoot yourself and have a cocaine overdose. ==
BREAK.
Another Three Days Grace song.
I told you I was obsessed.
I love Adam Gontier.
P.S. Not the actual music vid.
I told you I was obsessed.
I love Adam Gontier.
P.S. Not the actual music vid.
I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU).
This is sort of
Depressing.
:)
But I love it.
It doesn't make me want to kill myself.
CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD!
:) Love you.
Depressing.
:)
But I love it.
It doesn't make me want to kill myself.
CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD!
:) Love you.
DANI CALIFORNIA.
Dani California.
Though not so rocky as I would PREFER
This song is really good.
There you go, sweeties.
It's not the actual music vid.
I couldn't find one.
That I could EMBED that is.
Though not so rocky as I would PREFER
This song is really good.
There you go, sweeties.
It's not the actual music vid.
I couldn't find one.
That I could EMBED that is.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT, BABIES!
Was my ringtone for 6 months.
That's how much I loved it.
Then again I could only fit ONE SONG onto my phone..
Just goes to show how much I love Nirvana.
Right now, I'm ticked off at SIDA.
He said that Nirvana is ****.
:(
I'll go listen to some Nirvana now..
Probably Paper Cuts.
HERE YOU GO, SWEETIES.
Was my ringtone for 6 months.
That's how much I loved it.
Then again I could only fit ONE SONG onto my phone..
Just goes to show how much I love Nirvana.
Right now, I'm ticked off at SIDA.
He said that Nirvana is ****.
:(
I'll go listen to some Nirvana now..
Probably Paper Cuts.
HERE YOU GO, SWEETIES.
JUST LIKE YOU.
One of the legendary songs.
I'm sad to say this, but I have to thank Julian.
But it's a good song.
Love you all.
Quote, Three Days Grace. Life starts now.
I'm sad to say this, but I have to thank Julian.
But it's a good song.
Love you all.
Quote, Three Days Grace. Life starts now.
THE PRETENDER.
This is one of the best songs on the history of the Earth.
Live it, love it, want it.
Three Days Grace, Life starts now.
There you go..!
Live it, love it, want it.
Three Days Grace, Life starts now.
There you go..!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
THREE DAYS GRACE.
This is really recent. (Today)
But I'm obsessed with this band called..
You guessed it.
THREE DAYS GRACE.
OHMYGOSH.
I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO 'JUST LIKE YOU' FOR HOURS ON END.
AND I'M NOT GETTING SICK OF IT.
I'M JUST LOVING IT MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
I LOVE IT.
THREE DAYS GRACE IS SICK.
Don't confuse it for Three Doors Down, I beg of you.
I LOVE THREE DOORS DOWN. DISS IT, YOU DIE.
Actually, you won't.
But I love it a lot.
You can tell.
JUST LIKE YOU, I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU)..
There's more.
Life starts now, as they say.
But I'm obsessed with this band called..
You guessed it.
THREE DAYS GRACE.
OHMYGOSH.
I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO 'JUST LIKE YOU' FOR HOURS ON END.
AND I'M NOT GETTING SICK OF IT.
I'M JUST LOVING IT MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
I LOVE IT.
THREE DAYS GRACE IS SICK.
Don't confuse it for Three Doors Down, I beg of you.
I LOVE THREE DOORS DOWN. DISS IT, YOU DIE.
Actually, you won't.
But I love it a lot.
You can tell.
JUST LIKE YOU, I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU)..
There's more.
Life starts now, as they say.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Trying to write stories now.
Like I said..
I want to write a story.
I'd like some inspiration and get a bit of everyone's idea into it.
Even if it's stupid or something, I'm happy to read your ideas.
So, everybody, post up!
I want to write a story.
I'd like some inspiration and get a bit of everyone's idea into it.
Even if it's stupid or something, I'm happy to read your ideas.
So, everybody, post up!
Whacking Fishies
Thwack.
The fishie
Got hit.
I came back
From Hawai'i.
I saw
The fishie
Floating in
The water.
Dead.
Unconscious.
The like.
I
Cried
And cried
And cried
Until
I was swimming
In a pool
Of my own
Tears.
Annie..
How could you?
HOW COULD
YOU WHACK
MY
FISHIE
WHILE I WAS IN
HAWAI'I?!
*I hate you, Annie.*
That's a joke. I don't hate Annie.
The fishie
Got hit.
I came back
From Hawai'i.
I saw
The fishie
Floating in
The water.
Dead.
Unconscious.
The like.
I
Cried
And cried
And cried
Until
I was swimming
In a pool
Of my own
Tears.
Annie..
How could you?
HOW COULD
YOU WHACK
MY
FISHIE
WHILE I WAS IN
HAWAI'I?!
*I hate you, Annie.*
That's a joke. I don't hate Annie.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Fine. ANOTHER ATTEMPT.
Celebrations~ (Title)
We spin around.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice.
We laugh with glee
Quietly
Until
It
Slowly
Gets
Louder.
We play games.
Cards.
Tips.
Hide and seek.
That
Is true laughter.
That
Is true happiness.
That
Is fun.
**
Though I sort of exaggerated on it.
We spin around.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice.
We laugh with glee
Quietly
Until
It
Slowly
Gets
Louder.
We play games.
Cards.
Tips.
Hide and seek.
That
Is true laughter.
That
Is true happiness.
That
Is fun.
**
Though I sort of exaggerated on it.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Trying to write positive poems.
The eye.
Enables us
To see.
It gives us joy
To see
Beautiful surroundings
And
Scenery.
Yet we
Cringe
When we see
Dumps
And fat men.
Why do we take
Our eyes for
Granted?
The blind
Think of eyes
As luxuries.
Eyes
Enable us
To see what's
Going on
Around us.
Teehee. Do you like..?
(A tad bit weird if you ask me.)
Enables us
To see.
It gives us joy
To see
Beautiful surroundings
And
Scenery.
Yet we
Cringe
When we see
Dumps
And fat men.
Why do we take
Our eyes for
Granted?
The blind
Think of eyes
As luxuries.
Eyes
Enable us
To see what's
Going on
Around us.
Teehee. Do you like..?
(A tad bit weird if you ask me.)
My birthday.
It was my birthday yesterday.
..
Yeah.
..
I got rained on.
..
And found out there was a surprise party since something went wrong.
..
They even made it seem so obvious.
..
I didn't notice.
..
I am so dumb.
..
Birthday party on Sunday.
..
Teenagerdom.
The body
Grows
Into their
Form they will
Assume
For the rest
Of their lives.
The brain
Grows
Filled with knowledge
That we will
Utilise
Until the day we
Die.
Is the
Teenage years
The hardest part of life?
Is it when you leave
Your childhood
And begin to
Grow up?
Or is it when
You start to intake
More complex information
That is harder to understand?
It doesn't really matter.
We'll die one day
Anyway.
..
Yeah.
..
I got rained on.
..
And found out there was a surprise party since something went wrong.
..
They even made it seem so obvious.
..
I didn't notice.
..
I am so dumb.
..
Birthday party on Sunday.
..
Teenagerdom.
The body
Grows
Into their
Form they will
Assume
For the rest
Of their lives.
The brain
Grows
Filled with knowledge
That we will
Utilise
Until the day we
Die.
Is the
Teenage years
The hardest part of life?
Is it when you leave
Your childhood
And begin to
Grow up?
Or is it when
You start to intake
More complex information
That is harder to understand?
It doesn't really matter.
We'll die one day
Anyway.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I've been writing short poems, I guess.
Here are my best.
RAIN.
Rain
Falls from the sky
At random
With the skies grey
And unmerciful
It sheds its tears
And they fall
To the ground.
The sky has
Emotions?
Or does it only cry
When it desires?
Rain is something
That will be forever
Unresolved.
MURDER.
One stabs another
One shoots another
One drowns another.
There are
Many ways to die
But it doesn't matter.
That knife
As it stabs your heart
Will be the last thing
You will ever feel.
We humans
Are governed
By fear.
CHILDHOOD.
Childhood
One finds that it never ends
Another finds that it ended too soon.
They grow out of
Things that they loved
Once before.
Long ago.
Those things they loved
Lie discarded on the floor
Covered in a layer of dust
Never to be touched.
APOCALYPSE.
Chaos.
Fear.
We run
Knowing our deaths
Are near.
Why do we run to save ourselves
When we will
Eventually die?
Are we afraid of death?
Are we..
Scared?
Yes, I know I'm sharing my poems to you; but don't copy these. Please.
Bloo.
RAIN.
Rain
Falls from the sky
At random
With the skies grey
And unmerciful
It sheds its tears
And they fall
To the ground.
The sky has
Emotions?
Or does it only cry
When it desires?
Rain is something
That will be forever
Unresolved.
MURDER.
One stabs another
One shoots another
One drowns another.
There are
Many ways to die
But it doesn't matter.
That knife
As it stabs your heart
Will be the last thing
You will ever feel.
We humans
Are governed
By fear.
CHILDHOOD.
Childhood
One finds that it never ends
Another finds that it ended too soon.
They grow out of
Things that they loved
Once before.
Long ago.
Those things they loved
Lie discarded on the floor
Covered in a layer of dust
Never to be touched.
APOCALYPSE.
Chaos.
Fear.
We run
Knowing our deaths
Are near.
Why do we run to save ourselves
When we will
Eventually die?
Are we afraid of death?
Are we..
Scared?
Yes, I know I'm sharing my poems to you; but don't copy these. Please.
Bloo.
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