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[08 Nov 2009|11:18am] |
Your love is warmer than the warmest sunshine
softer than a sigh
Your love is deeper than the deepest ocean
wider than the sky
Your love is brighter than the brightest star
that shines every night above
And there is nothing in this world
that could ever change Your love
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| My Girl |
[09 Nov 2009|12:08am] |
It's one of the sweetest PV ever in the collection of Arashi PVs. It's so endearingly sweet. Arashi as brothers, in the process of moving out of the house after their mother's death. However, at the last minute, Saburo (Aiba) finds a letter from their mother saying that she will be forever watching over them in the house. Hence, the eldest brother decides to abort the move and the PV ends with Goro (Jun) messaging their dad about their decision to stay.
A story told without words.
I want to softly convey my feelings of gratefulness to you.
No matter how far we are apart, let us move towards a memorable future.
When i close my eyes, I recall seasons that we spent together,
and it will bind the memory of us both.
Even today, gently gathering a little warmth.
And the drama it's named after (staring Aiba the single dad <3) is amazingly heartwarming. The Manga even more.
And no. The manga and the drama and the song has nothing to with the Korean My Girl. It's completely different. (laughs)
I'm craving for dork!Arashi PVs. XD
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[08 Nov 2009|11:57pm] |
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I'm sorry, charmaine.
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[08 Nov 2009|11:23pm] |
I have no time to update about my day because i have to be up early tomorrow.
I got my hair cut is all i have time to say this week and i am sorry.
Next week will be a MEGA-ME SPICY update on my life for the past 2 weeks.
i promise it will encompass my army life, artsey fartsey stuff & girls girls girls!
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| ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS |
[08 Nov 2009|11:17pm] |
100000000000000000000000000000000 boxes of melty matcha bliss
and maybe some dental vouchers
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| Through you, nothing is impossible |
[08 Nov 2009|08:27pm] |
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Because of the many people who believed in me and supported my decision, i will go all out and do my very best for tomorrow and the days to follow.
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[08 Nov 2009|07:46pm] |
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Fare-Thee-Well
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[08 Nov 2009|03:29pm] |
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"People who are meant to be together always find each other in the end.
-One Tree Hill
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[08 Nov 2009|03:24pm] |
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I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are
I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around
And here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?
You could write a book on how
To ruin someone's perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I'm trying to say, oh
I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around
Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you're the only thing on my mind?
I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know
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| Story of my life. |
[08 Nov 2009|01:47am] |
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This is the truth about love, in my opinion.
Credits : ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tastethesounds
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Hey LJ
I'm not feeling too good because CAN YOU GUESS...
a girl i really like, likes another guy *big whoop*
I'm sorry i don't have any cute or funny pictures to share today
OR
ever get pass this i-thought-it-was-mutual-but-turned-out-one-sided club phase
to have any legitimate advice to give or familiarity to bring comfort.
Hope everyone else is having a better weekend.
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| Do NOT try this at home: |
[08 Nov 2009|12:00am] |
Never attempt to succeed travelling 7km in a boat made up of:
1) Paper
2) Straw
3) Ice
4) Lego bricks
5) Leaves
6) Kelp
Because, surprise surprise, IT WILL SINK. BADLY. EMBARRASSINGLY.
I would know. Arashi's done all 6 (with the help of Tokyo Uni professors) and sunk spectacularly each time. okay but not the kelp one because that was so hilariously sudden when they submerged after the waves from the passing boat sunk them
But now, they're highly confident of doing it in a boat made up of, god help them,
SALT
YEAH. Salt. Like lets put it in our cooking kind of salt. Salt made into salt bricks.
And then carved and assembled into a boat.
Good luck, Arashi. I'll seriously cry if it works.
And dammit, they should totally try the newspaper hot-air balloon experiment again. I freaking teared with disappointment when it ripped the second time i Odoroki no Arashi SP5 lah. It was like inches off the ground!!!!!!
I can't wait for the subbers to start releasing full episodes from Arashi Challenge Week. THE FINAL CONCRT SOUNDS FREAKING FUNTASTIC <3
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[07 Nov 2009|02:46pm] |
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hello hello world i just woke up!! after a night of talking to jaime mree and florent. gee who's the odd one out i wonder
okay i joke he's quite a nice boy. truly french bastard but still.
i think we're going to harrods later, then it'll be (500) days of summer with jae and possibly fabric..? which means tomorrow has to be pure work. oh shit.
why do i do this to myself!!!!!! and oh yea i still love diego luna so this is NOT A FLEETING INFATUATION ALRIGHT
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| Heart of the Matter. |
[07 Nov 2009|05:47pm] |
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I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm
I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me anymore
Even if you don't love me anymore
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[07 Nov 2009|05:22pm] |
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I slept all the way from 6.30pm till 9am this morning.
Anyway, watched Sex and The City this morning with breakfast on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate. My days have been going so slow. I struggle for the day to end. School has been quite tiring too. Meeting Alson and Javier every morning at least gives me a "morning booster" before I head off for 7.45am lessons. Apparently, we're always late. And unfortunately, I have to meet Thang outside the HOD room for "punishment".
However, next week is exciting.
I get to try out the Food Test experiment I designed after school on Monday, jogging with Huinee when I get home(!!!!!),Shopping on Tues and Wed for winter clothes, NYP on Thurs and Fri!
I'm currently sourcing for a new phone.
I still have no idea whether to get a touchscreen or a candybar phone.
I don't want touchscreen. I won't be able to text discreetly in class. Candybar phones are too complex!
I'm going to see D.Ho on Monday for permission to go for the APEC conference.
I hope she realises me and Adam are actually pretty smart people and missing a day of lessons wouldn't kill (since she's so uptight about skipping lessons) which, actually, may not be a bad thing. But in this case it is!
Btw, I will not be able to go for my drill test since i'll be on holiday and this landed up in me not getting promoted.
The consent forms were only given a few days before school (where most parents have already planned their holiday schedule.) Let's be reasonable, they should've told us way earlier before school closes! AND apparently, failure to go for the test results in no promotion.
Never go GB camp = No promotion
No GB test = No promotion
Never come for GB activities = No promotion.
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| 502: Pet Him Please |
[07 Nov 2009|02:34pm] |
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So Mr Gaiman posted in one of his recent blog entries:
Correspondent Serena Altschul visits author Neil Gaiman -- the tender-hearted master of the macabre -- whose books, including Coraline and The Graveyard Book have topped best-seller lists for 25 years.
.. which left me wanting to go "I am NOT a tender-hearted master of the macabre, I am in fact VERY SCARY INDEED," but I suspect I would convince nobody.
Someone please pet the man. He's just so endearing sometimes.
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| a world of our own, far away from this one (starry eyed surprise) |
[07 Nov 2009|12:06am] |
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It's all like a dream, being here - fireworks in platt fields park were ethereal, and the carnival! I've never been to one, it was pretty amazing though slightly overpriced but that's to be expected. Badminton today just wasn't the same as it was back home a year ago - has it been a year already? - with homies who never seemed to study properly but jumped downstairs to the hall whenever someone mentioned the word badminton. Good times playing in the dark because the cleaners never let us turn off the lights, and it didn't matter when we sucked or when we didn't because we just had fun. It's interesting to see how all of us have diverged and gone along different roads but still have nice memories as the time goes on, simple, almost unimportant memories that stay with you for life. It's a nice feeling, knowing you share these things with other people and there's a silvery intangible bond that can't be broken, not for quite some time until senility kicks in. I don't miss jc that much; I miss the people who made those metal container classrooms and bleachers home. Talking on the bleachers was great; watching the sun set there with teammates was almost an astral experience.
Good times all and I know I'm lucky to have them; everywhere I go I wish I can replicate those somehow and invent some dusty grey bleachers in my mind to sit on and watch the sun set. Because that's where I'd like to be for the rest of my life, sitting there with someone who knows what I'm going to say, so I don't have to say it at all. Why am I here? I ask myself that all the time - occasionally realising that it would be even more heartbreaking in stasis back home when I'm in my cocoon whilst the rest of the world swirls around me in constant irreverent change.
I wonder if I'll have the same memories here that I made back then when I was the champion of the world and walked the roads with style, without casting my eyes downward feeling acutely Asian, and subsequently fiercely ashamed of the act of being ashamed. And suddenly flawed and conscious of it. Anonymous and unknown, it's not as fun walking through the canteens when no one knows your name. But this is all in the past; the present's now and I'm still coming to terms with it because this all seems like such a temporary arrangement and marriage of convenience to me. I'm here; give me a degree vs I'm here because I want to be here, because I love the culture and the spirit and the bible verses spurring you on when you're running round the track.
And the smell of green grass when you walk across the forbidden soccer field instead of traversing the long rounded path around the red track to the sports complex for bad Japanese food. I'm so blessed I still keep in contact with some of my old friends - everything, I've realised, takes so much more effort when it's out of theory and thrust into the real world. It's much less romantic and much more involved and dreams diffuse into the midnight air. I can't translate my thoughts into words, this disorientation and flurry of colours and vibrance and horror and thick, strong brushstrokes that find their way onto your face, labelling you in cruel dances and brilliant pirouettes the next. And the machinations of people as they climb up, up and away...
I still believe in the loveliest of human creatures. On the bus today someone was saying 'love is for pussies', but what can I say? Whenever I think of these things I read. I read to get away, I read words and pictures and people so the dust is stirred up in my mind and everything begins again. Life begins again in a beautiful release. Like in the National Gallery; a thousand little deaths and a million new lives to compensate for those dead little brain cells incapable of comprehending the fiery intensity of the chunky brushstrokes and the meticulous details beneath rough edges of thick crusts of oil paint until they're reincarnated. Reborn as something new, not quite of the brain but of the soul and so far beyond that - where is my soul? I've lost it along the way when I was waiting for Godot to come along. Godot came and went and I'm still waiting with my rope that isn't here, and my soul's spinning here and there and I wonder if God thinks of me from time to time, because I sure do think of Him and how I let Him down with all my actions and non-actions. Yesterday Scott was talking about how if you believed in something with pure faith you'd live an exemplary life according to the purity of your faith, with belief. And this from an atheist - it made me feel shamed, but everything is hypothetical. Is faith hypothetical? Is my faith stronger than yours if you can hypothesize about God but insist on not believing in Him?
Another little night spent on musing, and wondering how my muse is doing - it's a laugh when your muse is actually not a porcelain-skinned nymph in a white off-shoulder dress with lush, soft skin and light brown curls resting gracefully on the dome of her head in a dressed up bun with pearls - and wondering how the world is doing, in general. Spinning here with or without me; it's tough to make your mark on a world that has so many other people just like you with a yearning desire to explode into little shards in the universe to feel something and descend like imperial pink glassy drops raining down on everyone's heads screaming I'm here, don't forget me, don't negate my existence, I'm here. After all, what do I want out of life at the end of the day? A body of lies, a few certificates here and there that I spend years trying to accumulate, a couple of kids who do well in school, a spouse who doesn't cheat on me (or who does, and whom I turn a blind eye to because we're staying together for the kids). No, that isn't what I want - I thought I could speak to you about my hopes and dreams forever, but now you're distracted and disinterested and I understand we've moved on in different directions and I still love you, I'm sure of that but love isn't enough because I wouldn't walk through fire for you and nothing lasts more than a moment, a little speck of dust in the hands of time in our transient life which I'm determined to make the best of (I was going to say with or without you, but I realised that that would have been rather irrelevant) for... the world and my heart. My world. Everyone's world. Sophie's world? I'm sure she wouldn't mind that too.
There are so many chains and so many little finnicky tenuous connections that are so difficult to extricate yourself from and I'm putting my foot down and damming up this influx of bullshit. I am strong; strength is a self-made quality. I am John Rambo, I am the milk in your Earl Grey tea, I am me, and I'm not - I'm so many things at once. I'm a plane ticket; I'm a stethoscope; I'm a pleasant jingle; I'm wherever I want to be, and thank you for this realisation. I want to wake up where you are, but I'm smiling right here where I am (I bet this is the funniest post relevant to the topic you've ever seen, and I'm hoping you enjoy this) and I don't need to smile to be happy, I need a toffee nut latte with cinnamon sugar and chocolate chunks and cinnamon buns and chestnuts roasting on an open fire in my mind, and vanilla spice body wash from the body shop, and fairtrade cotton t-shirts, and shopping bags made of hemp, and leather-bound notebooks with recycled paper at the core of them, and masquerade masks and finds that make your eyes sparkle with delight like they do all the time; I will miss your eyes but I will carry them with my in my heart because I have had a healthy heart these few years and I'm not talking cardiology.
When you walk you move like Moses
When you look you look like red roses
I realise this will not be read by anyone, so I would just like to say, I am content.
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[07 Nov 2009|05:34am] |
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Give it a fighting chance will you and please just listen through it at least once?
Promise I don't post crappy music.
Who said I cant wear my converse with my dress
Well baby that's just me
Who said I can't be single, and have to go out and mingle
Well baby, that's just not me.
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Stay;Shakespeare's Sister |
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I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is my own.
-Michel de Montaigne
I am just hoping that my thread will be strong enough to hold all these flowers.
And not one of them came from you.
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