30.11.06

Pink Cloud Tracing Paper

talk to the hand


I'm emo, I know. So sue me.


In happier news, and to divert your attention away from the previous post, I have decided to talk about songs I like!

Lalala...

It may just be me, or does this song remind you of those times you spent cruising down the highway with the windows down? And maybe with your head sticking out of the sunroof. 'Autobahn' by Anberlin makes me want to run down to my mother's car and take it for a spin
through the neighbourhood. Haha. Maybe it's because the word autobahn is German for a motorway/freeway. Doesn't it sound so much better than plain old freeway? Autobahn! Only the fact that I might be arrested for driving without a license hinders me , but oh well, it just means that I can practice singing along to this song until I'm old enough to drive around with it blasting out the windows. Did I make any sense? I think not.

And we're trying to get out of here,
And a small-town romance draws ever near,
And I swear we're in the movies,
The highlight comes when you kiss me.

I think everyone should have at least one song on their playlist that makes them wanna get down and boogie the night away. You know what I mean. I'm talking about songs that are just too darn catchy and fun to sit still and listen to. I know some friends who think Tokyo Drift is one such song. Maybe for them. But for me, it's 'Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss' by The Bloodhound Gang. When I'm really down, which seems to be always, I put on this song and dance my troubles away. Of course, they do come back eventually. But what better way to get stuff out of your mind for a while than this? An added bonus is the kickass video that always cracks me up. I love the part where he makes out with the dog. Icky, but funny.

I've got something, it goes thumping like this,
All you need is, my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
I've got something, it goes thumping like this,
All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.

Love singing along to tunes that you can't actually sing? Me too! To show off my impressive vocal prowess, I like 'Nobody Move Nobody Get Hurt' by We Are Scientists. It may not be the best song for me, since I can't hit any of the correct notes, but it's sure fun to try. Sometimes, my brother and I even take turns to see who can annoy the other more by singing this song (and others) as loud as possible. And by singing, I mean breaking eardrums. That having been said, this song is totally infectious, and it's one of the most played songs in my iTunes. It's even better when you've got your headphones on. Just you, the music, and the sound of your voice drowning out your parents' screaming.

If no one moves, then nobody's gonna get hurt,
Don't move, cause nobody wants to get hu-uh-uh-uh-ooh,
Woah-oh-oh-oh-ooh.

Too many songs, too little time. I wish I had an iPod.

Oh, by the way, I am happy because my mummy bought me a new shampoo and some spray and leave in conditioner. Why is everything so expensive nowadays? I shall be very thrifty with my bee-yoo-ti-ful stuff and not use too much at one go. Lovely pepperminty smells all around. I love you mummy!

An Ode To No One

you say you wander your own land


So...

I've been looking through some blogs belonging to ex-classmates, and classmates of these classmates. And I've just realized that I've changed so much, I'm practically someone else now. Reading about what they're doing nowadays makes me say to myself, 'Hey! I used to do that!' But I don't anymore. If only they could see me now. They'd think I was so pampered, living like this. 'We know, you're so rich now. Don't show off, okay?' Just because I go to a private school. The last time I went back to see one of my old friends, she said I looked so
posh now. But it didn't bother them that I was from a private school when I studied there. You see, before I studied in the public school, I was from a private school. And after studying there (public), I transferred to another private school. Argh, this is so mixed up. But you do get what I mean, right?

Most kids from public schools tell me, 'Hey, you're from a private school? Oh my gosh, no way! But you're nice! And you don't show off your money!' Haha. Newsflash! Private school kids are just that- kids. We're normal human beings, who just happen to go to more expensive schools. And for your information, some of us can just afford to go to school, and live a fairly comfortable life. Some of us receive scholarships to go there, and our fees are paid for, but not the rest of our lives. Most of us don't have closets filled with Dolce and Gabbana, Marc by Marc Jacobs or Anna Sui. We don't flaunt our money, and we don't look down on people who go to public schools! I'm speaking for my friends here. If you know of private school kids who actually do look down on you for going to a public school, then hate them, not the school.

Do you know, my friends and I agree that going out in our uniforms can be horrible at times. When we come across groups of public school kids, they glare at us and whisper amongst themselves. And we feel so embarassed that most of the time, we just hold our head up and keep on walking. I tried grinning at them once, having read some nonsense about 'smile and the world smiles with you' or something like that, but they just looked at me like I was offering them drugs. Boy, was I humiliated. I'm not saying that all public school kids are mean. I know loads of them, as a matter of fact. And I like them.

It's flattering when they tell me, 'You're the first nice person I've met who studied in a private school.' But I feel confused too. Why do public school kids think that way? Many of my current classmates transferred here from public schools. When they got here, one of their first sentences - My old mates told me private school kids are snobbish, but you guys are friendly. Wow. That just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover. When I first enrolled in a public school, I was nervous, but looking forward to meeting new friends. But most of the kids ignored me, save for some nicer ones. I later found out that those who had approached me were from the 'well-off' families, and the ones who hadn't were those who weren't that well off at all. They called me, the private school kid. Original name, huh?

Well, although that moniker stuck, thankfully the isolation didn't. Once they realized that I didn't look down on them, they became my friends. And soon, I was one of the gang. It was quite upsetting to leave them behind, but I thought we'd still be friends. Until they found out I was going to a private school, and a new neighbourhood. Of course, nothing changed outright. But still, over time, they distanced themselves from me. Things like 'Are you okay with going to **** instead of ^^^^? I know they sell cheaper stuff, and you're not used to that.' or 'How's life over there? I know, our neighbourhood isn't as wow as yours.' Umm, hello... I've never minded. It's nice that you take my feelings into account, but I'm not that kind of person. I still buy cheap stuff, and I love sales! I get loads of second-hand books, and I still take public transport. My neighbourhood is just like any other neighbourhood. What's so wow about it? It's just that I don't do the things I used to do because I can't, not because I don't want to. So my parents like to shop at malls instead of regular shops. Not my fault! I hate it when I'm branded the rich kid.

At least some of my friends feel the same way, and understand. Of course, there are some 'different' ones, who act like those stereotypical private school kids whom you see on screen. You know, those who flash their credit cards everywhere they go, grab things off the racks without blinking and refuse to touch anything they deem 'cheap' and 'tacky'. But still, they're my friends, and they're nice people, deep down. They just honestly don't know that what they do is sometimes deemed superficial or brattish. And I've seen them with others. Though they may not like cheap things, people are a different matter. They can be very nice, just a little spoiled, but very friendly. Try talking to them, and you'll understand.

If this post hurts anyone, I'm sorry. I honestly have nothing against public school kids. I'm just talking about the few that think private school kids are airheads, and nothing more. And by the way, we don't buy our grades. We earn them. Sometimes, we do seem a bit more interested in gossip than studying, but when it comes down to it, we have brains! And we use them too. I should know, coming from a place where A's really do matter. So, that's it then. I think I've said too much. Or typed. Whatever.

I just wish that my old friends would treat me as they used to. I was best friends with them in the past. Now, most of them just label me the rich daddy's girl. Just because someone doesn't look the same, doesn't mean they've changed inside. I'd still love to go shopping with them sometimes, no matter where they shop. And it'd be nice to hang out in the playground, and sit on the see-saws like we used to. Then cycle through the neighbourhood until we couldn't move our feet anymore. Just like we used to.

27.11.06

Starry Starry Night

Paint your palette blue and gray

If you're looking for festive songs and the like, you should be checking out 'You and I' by Michael Buble anytime soon. I know it has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas (at least, not that I know of) but it makes me feel like I'm already huddled up in front of the fireplace with my family, a mug of hot chocolate in one hand, and a good book in the other. Bliss.

In my mind
We can conquer the world
In love, you and I
You and I
You and I

Eisley's 'The Winter Song' definitely earns a place in my Christmas playlist. The gentle vocals lilt slightly, creating a dreamish tone I almost always associate with snowy weather. Usually, I don't like drum beats in songs like this. But with this song, they're almost hypnotic, and her voice isn't drowned out by them. In my opinion, she sounds like she's slurring the lyrics, but they're actually pretty clear. How lovely. And yes, I know Eisley is not just one person, but a group.

Chimney smoke billowing
Snowflakes on my lashes
Oh the starry night
i was walking and singing this song
Sing along

Lastly, I love 'Christmas/ Xmas Cake' by Rilo Kiley. Of course, it helps that I adore Rilo Kiley already, and think the band can do no wrong. Jenny Lewis sings the lyrics with such emotion that even I have to pause and think about them. In a chilling and weird way, this song might be what I'll listen to in the future, when I'm spending Christmas all alone in my apartment, watching the happy families rushing home for dinner through my window.

Cry into your Christmas cake
Don't know what else to do
The new year's right in front of you
Fa la la fa la la la la

That's all there is. I'm off to finish reading some novels I've just bought. If you haven't heard of her, you should probably try one of Alice Hoffman's books. Start with The River King or Somewhere On Earth. They're beautifully written books that I love reading out loud. Her description of people and places simply roll of the tongue and create wondrous images in my head. Unfortunately, some of her other books aren't quite as good. But I'll forgive her, because The River King is as close to a masterpiece as it can get.



Le Train Bleu

i don't like it like this


At the risk of sounding like a total brattish bimbo, I'm still going to post this. BB and V must be laughing their heads off now. It's a to buy list of stuff that I need (and some that I want) right now. I've thought it all over carefully, just so that I don't purchase too much.

Thick stockings, preferably knee length

Loads of sweaters
Two jackets
A pair of Timberlands
Ballet flats
Leggings
Four coats - one pea coat, an over coat, a winter coat and some random trench coat
Sneakers
A nicely cut blazer
Maybe a rain coat?
Scrunchies (unless I get that haircut I've been asking for)
Boots
Dresses
Jeans (that fit well!)
Two cardigans (long)
Some nice tops and skirts

A wallet

A new pair of school shoes


I know that sounds like a lot, but since my last shopping trip (very long ago), I've grown around two inches, and put a multitude of holes in almost all articles of clothing I own. Just the other day, my
sneakers fell apart. And two days later, the soles of my boots were nowhere to be found, having dropped off on the road somewhere.

After reading the whole list over again, I realize that it does look like I am a spoiled brat. But I'm not. Still, there's no way of actually proving that to you. I guess it doesn't matter. And anyways, I'm sure I won't be getting everything on that list. My conscience will make sure of that. Does anybody want to contribute to my savings so I can get at least a quarter of this stuff? I'll owe you one.

I promise.



25.11.06

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone


Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seems to go wrong? When everything you do doesn't make sense? Yet you still try to go on. But you realize that it's all pointless. So you lie down and cry yourself to sleep. Dreaming of the world falling down all around you. Then waking up to find that it's true. And you just want to die.

24.11.06

Shaken, Not Stirred

forget how to feel


Oho. Seems like I haven't been posting much lately. With good reason though; I've been uber busy. We're talking two hours of sleep in two and a half days. And lots of sugar. Oh yeah, I love my sugar. Preferably in the form of chemically enhanced "all natural fruit juices". I even resorted to ginger beer, and I hate ginger. And garlic. But who'd make garlic beer? Some vampire fearing alcoholic, that's who. Hello, BB. Give me a bottle of passionfruit juice over it anyday. And that weird health drink from the organic store nearby that's amazingly good.

So, having finished all my important stuff, I went to watch a movie with the family. And surprise surprise, it was Casino Royale. Seriously though, I've been wanting to watch that since I first saw the trailer. And you know, it was actually worth it. I liked this James Bond better than most of the others. Of course, Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan still rank pretty high on my list, but I adore Daniel Craig (his acting, not his looks).

Okay, so maybe I'm biased and my opinion doesn't count, but watch Road To Perdition, and you will see what I mean. Throughout the whole movie I was all, " Damn you Connor Rooney! Die you, die! *sobs into duvet* Damn you! " I have probably never hated a villain the way I hate Connor Rooney. There's that word I rarely use for people - hate. Bottomline, you may not like Daniel Craig for his looks (maybe his body), but the man can act. And don't try to convince me otherwise, because I will clap my hands over my ears and scream the lyrics to Midnight Radio. Speaking of which, that song is like a drug. I've been listening to it on repeat for a very very long time. So long, in fact that I can't remember how long. Random, I know.

You know, I think that Eva Green really is gorgeous. At first, watching the trailer, I thought that Caterina Murino was beautiful, more beautiful than Eva Green. But that was from afar. When I watched the movie, I thought, ' Meh, she's not as good looking as I thought.' But Eva Green has, in my opinion, the kind of good looks that make you look a second time. Then a third. And everytime you look, she seems to get prettier. All those publicity shots for Casino Royale do her no justice. Only by watching the movie will you see what I mean. Her acting was quite good, above average actually. And I love all her outfits. Especially the red dress she wears in the end. Stunning!

The song ' You Know My Name ', the theme to the film is currently stuck in my head. It helps that it's blasting out of my speakers at the moment. But it's catchy, and I like catchy. I'm also ashamed to say that I find Paris Hilton's songs quite likeable as well. However, you won't find me admitting that fact anytime soon. Besides, indie is still much more awesome. Who doesn't love Death Cab For Cutie? Or Stars?


Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

I love it!


9.11.06

Here Is A Song

sparkled with broken glass


Being a super emo kid, I cry at just about anything you can think of. My iTunes library contains a whole smorgasbord of songs I bawl my eyes out to regularly. I'm not talking about those cheesy love songs that you hear on the radio all the time though. Like I'd ever be touched by Nick Lachey. Snow Patrol's a different story though. I've loved them since before they became big. Don't tell me that you can listen to Chasing Cars without feeling even a little bit moved.

I could name you hundreds of songs that I love, but I'm afraid that there wouldn't be enough time and space. And besides, I don't think I'd remember all of them without help. My photographic memory seems to have run out of film in the past few years. However, I can tell you the top five songs that I've been listening to in the past week.

Regina Spektor - Samson
Bel Auburn - Metropolitan (Oil)
Kashmir - The Curse of Being A Girl
David Sylvian - Darkest Dreaming
Angels and Airwaves - The Adventure

I'm a bit too lazy and out of time to post the links to their repsective albums, but you should look them up. They're worth it, I swear.

2.11.06

All I Can Say Is That My Life Is Pretty Plain

i like watching the puddles fill with rain


One of my favourite things to do on a rainy day is get a cup of hot chocolate, a good book, some chocolate on chocolate cookies and snuggle up in bed. I also enjoy running around in the rain until my parents have finish yelling at me and forcefully drag me in to have a hot bath.

When my biology teacher found out about the latter, she told me gently but sternly that since the rain nowadays contains a variety of dangerous chemicals that have been released by mostly factories and motor vehicles. To put it simply, I've been playing in acid rain.

It's not like I've never known about acid rain. It just slips my mind everytime it starts to drizzle. I just stop and stare at the rain, marvelling at how it can make the city in front of me dissapear in mere moments. Then, minutes later, I would be doing my own retarded version of a rain dance in the midst of the downpour. This only happens when I haven't just come out of the shower. Otherwise, I would be sitting by the window and enjoying the view.

However, after being warned one too many times by my parents, I've finally decided to take their advice and stop going out in the rain. It helps that we've moved to a condominium now. I'm just too lazy to take the lift down, since it seems to be have made during the stone ages. I kid you not. There is no slower lift than the one found in our condominium.

I hope that someday, we'll have clean rain again. If I ever have children, I want them to be able to run through the rain, never having to worry about anything more than catching a cold. But if all this goes on, I'm afraid that the only way they'll get close to rain is by pressing their hands against their windows, hoping to feel clear drops of pure water run down their fingers. Just like what I'm doing right now.