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Friday, November 20, 2009 @ 12:55 PM

How you do the Letter Meme:

Dear ________(the last person who left a comment on your blog/journal):

I don’t really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I’m sure you’re ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I’m returning ___8___ to you, but I’ll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .

-Your name-

Basically just fill in the blanks on top based on the answers you are gonna choose below.

1. What’s the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I’ll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match
Grey - You’re a pervert
Yellow - I’m selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You’re a loser
Other - I’m in love with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kebab - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women’s clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife

4. What’s the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out

5. What’s the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scared
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I’ve felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we’re cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I’m open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - How awful I’ve felt
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David’s tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B -
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain

Tuesday, October 13, 2009 @ 8:56 AM
In Denial

In Denial lyrics(Kylie Minogue feat. Pet Shop Boys)

In denial, no my lifes a trial
Im not denying that every
Little bit hurts
Its a problem that Im not solving
Dont mind admitting
I feel like quitting this job
For a while getting away
Before it gets any worse today

Youre in denial, and that is final
Youre not admitting
You should be quitting all these
Queens and fairies
And muscle marys
The rough trade boyfriend
Who in his pathetic own way
Denies hes gay
Why cant you see
This is a fantasy world

Think Im going mad
Howd you know if youre going mad

Look at me Im lonely

Look at me Im sad

Im not denying
I could be trying
A little harder
To deal with some of this stuff

Know what Im thinking
Less drugs and drinking
No cigarettes and youd feel
A little less rough

Is that enough
My life is absurd
Im living it upside down
Like a vampire
Working at night and
Sleeping all day
A dad with a girl
Who knows hes gay

Can you love me anyway

Monday, October 12, 2009 @ 11:40 AM
taking off your contact lens with long nails

gonna try tht sooon.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009 @ 11:12 PM

grad day on sat! ohnoo. i really dont want to graduate. =S
went with some of the humans to buy dress/shoe, which in the end i bought this strappy wedge only.

Saturday, September 19, 2009 @ 10:56 AM
Twilight's Chapter Seven

Twilight's Chapter Seven

Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫)
Lyricist: Huang Jun Lang (黃俊郎)

1983 in a small alley
December, sunny and cloudless
Twilight's Chapter Seven
The typewriter continues to push towards
That next line that is close to the truth
The smoke from the Heath pipe
Floats towards the withered trees
Silently complaining to me while crying
The circular square at the side of Baker Street
On the arm of the armoured rider
The badge of iris
Slightly light
No people, cars or noise
A late night visit
Under the moonlight of Victoria
A bloody opening
The disappearing pistol
The charred cane
The melting wax figure
Who was not at the scene?
The jewellery box
The mark of the fake image
Contradiction to
The dead end he laid
The evidence is perfectly buried
Declared from that mouth
That makes fun of the Scotland Yard

If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
(Such justice
Is the deeply helpless regret)
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
(Then I light up
The glimmer in the ashes)
The morning light
The wind dries the last row of sadness

(Such raindrops
Will wash the dark tall wall
The black ink
Dyes serene
(The lights are shut off when everyone leaves
The red curtain comes down)

The truth can only pierce towards
The soil without footprints
The towering fine flower fragrance
The deliberately eye-catching clothing
Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons
Motives only have one kind of name and it is called desire
Across the swamp of humanity
Who can really not get defiled?
We can
But we must know the truth
The iron bed that's been moved
That last piece of the puzzle is finally put together
I hear footsteps
I anticipated getting followed by soft leather shoes
He pushes the door open; the night breeze dazzles the kerosene light
For a moment
The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, I turn around
The night sky of Westminster Abbey
Begins to boil
Opening on the chest
A beautiful death
I taste this last mouthful of sweet truth
Smiling, thinking back that justice is only quietly served
The stringed instrument is on the Thames

If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
(Such justice
Is the deeply helpless regret)
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
(The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, I turn around)
(The night sky of Westminister Abbey
Begins to boil)
The black ink
Dyes serene
If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
The morning light
The wind dries the last row of sadness
The black ink
Dyes serene

Tuesday, September 1, 2009 @ 10:52 AM
newspaper collection

gave the cookies we baked for the teachers the day before and had newspaper collection for CIP ytd. it wasnt exactly tiring, but i just dont like the sweaty feeling. Moving 1000000 piles of old newspapers wasnt fun at all.

Went with the humans ( nessie, wanting,imminn,jingyi) to bugis to watch 'UP'. i like doug the best. The dog so cute luhh. Actually, no. I think i like the clouds the best, the one in the first 5min of the moovie. Haha. The old man so grumpyy. The old woman's cute. The anubis lookalike dog's srsly annoying, when its got this squeaky voice. Haha. Overall, i like the movie. Haha.

Monday, August 31, 2009 @ 7:30 AM

beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agutations of the soul ; it is one of the magnificent and delightful present God has given us - martin luther

Went to this dead sea scroll exhibition at the art house last sat, fm 8pm to 10. it was pretty interesting, esp the scroll section. the humans had pieced up 18 thousand pieces of scroll into 800 scroll for the past 60 yrs. its practically taking 3 bags of potato chips, crush them up, pour them onto a table and then try to stick them tgt, as said by the curator.

got to stop posting alr. its reaching the max words on the hp im using to type. Bahh.


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