Saturday, 29 October 2011

IF YOUR LIFE WERE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool.

Opening Credits: The Mixed Tape - Jack's Mannequin
Waking Up: Better Together - Jack Johnson
First Day At School: Aliens Exist - blink 182
Making Your New Best Friend: The Real Thing - The Years Gone By
Falling In Love: Be With You - Akon
Breaking Up: Take This To Heart - Mayday Parade
Prom: Tell Me Why - Taylor Swift
Graduation: I Feel Everything - Idina Menzel
Death of a Close Friend: Hello - Evanescence
Life’s Okay: Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight
Mental Breakdown: If You Wanted A Song Written About You All You Had To Do Was Ask - Mayday Parade
Driving:  Future In You - Ne-Yo
Flashback: Wake Up Call - Relient K
Getting Back Together: I Don't Need A Man - Pussycat Dolls (==)
Wedding Scene: Into Dust - Mazzy Star
Car Accident: I'm My Enemy - The Years Gone By
Final Battle: Erased - Chris Brown ft. Andre Merritt
Death Scene: Rooftop - Jay Chou&Wen Lan
Funeral Song: Dare You To Move - Switchfoot
End Credits: When I Grow Up - Mayday Parade (cover)
Deleted Scenes: Tik Tok - K$sha

So day one is pretty lame so I'll probably go on a long random, irrelevant tangent


do this. 

One. What is your middle name?

I don't have one. I have a Chinese-ish middle name I guess. Which is Jing-Ting. lol. But mainly I tell people I don't have a middle name. It makes me feel special. Sort of.

I'm feeling quite lame right now. I've been on tumblr all day just looking at random posts and gifs about Buffy. I've been squealing all day.

The only productive thing I've done is clean my rabbit cage for the first time in probably a week or more. I'm a terrible person. I think my rabbits know this. They hide behind their litter box just to get away from me. But then again, they sleep in the litter box in which hey hardly ever litter their little round poops in. I have no idea where I'm going with this.

It's just been a while since I just wrote. Wrote down a meaningless stream of consciousness. It's nice. I think.

A pathetic attempt to get myself to post at least once a day


do this. 

One. What is your middle name? 
Two. What are you passionate about? 
Three. Zebra or leopard print? 
Four. Do you have any fears? 
Five. Silver or gold? 
Six. Top three places to visit. 
Seven. How many siblings do you have? 
Eight. Where are you from? 
Nine. First career you wanted as a child. 
Ten. What’s your sign? 
Eleven. Future names of your children. 
Twelve. Do you have any pets? 
Thirteen. What are you listening to right now? 
Fourteen. Do you believe in fate/destiny? 
Fifteen. What are your career goals? 
Sixteen. What is your favorite color? 
Seventeen. What is your favorite flower? 
Eighteen. What was the first concert/show you attended? 
Nineteen. Something you are working on right now. 
Twenty. Have you ever had a near-death experience? 
Twenty-one. Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? 
Twenty-two. Left or right handed? 
Twenty-three. TV Shows you watch regularly. 
Twenty-four. Where do you work? 
Twenty-five. Halloween costume idea for this year? 
Twenty-six. What is your relationship status? 
Twenty-seven. Last movie you just watched. 
Twenty-eight. Your best friend’s name. 
Twenty-nine. A song that’s been stuck in your head. 
Thirty. A book you want to read/have recently read.

You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state. It’s just… quite sad.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

On a song download spree

Now if only I can find my iPod (and keys). NEVER FEAR, it's only misplaced somewhere at home.

Monday, 17 October 2011

Sunday, 16 October 2011

David Urbanke.

I've featured some of his photography on my blog before. When I first saw his images like...2 or 3 years ago, I thought we was 25 the minimum. I love his pictures. There are no words to describe the admiration I had for him.

And then I realised he's my age. He's 17, a professional photographer, working for a well known magazine and with some of the most elite models and agencies in the world. He posted pictures on his blogspot of him in his NEW APARTMENT IN NEW YORK. He's 17 and he's got a new apartment in New York. I swear on my life I repeated the last sentence at lease 5 times in a row. I just....

Yeah. People are amazing. Admiration went through the roof.

Here's his:
Flickr
Blogger
Tumblr

Feel free to let your jaw drop.

There is something seriously wrong with this family

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Year 11/12 Limbo

So far so good. I really don't have much to say but I'm looking at my number count at how many blog posts I've done so far in the year compared to 2010 and 2009. My head hung in shame for a full 10 seconds. Not really.

But yeah, everytime I try to get myself motivated for year 12, "Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan runs through my head. Yeah geez I really don't have much to say.

Monday, 3 October 2011

How many secrets do you have and carry? 

Why are they secrets? 






Why can no one else know?
Who are you afraid will find out?




What kinds of secrets are they?








What would happen if they weren't secrets anymore?

Sunday, 2 October 2011

I find that I tend to try to escape in other peoples words so that my own don't drown me

about 40-65% 
of the time 
it works
But I tend to read things 
that only support 
the craziness that
is my mind
Whether it be poetry, fiction, lyrics or nonsense.

http://mols.tumblr.com/

She captures the 
emotion
that every teenager feels
like the poet she is


"Basking in the infinite sorrow of the over-analytical mind."

Augustana - Reasons

The socially awkward one.

In order to ease Emily's thoughts, I shall now underline the things that apply to me on a (very) regular basis.

- You check your phone because you have nothing to contribute to the conversation.

- Wait for the right time to say something, you get interrupted. Twice.
- Someone you vaguely know is walking in front of you. You maintain distance.

- Hold the door for some. They're slightly too far away
- Someone comes online, you say "hey", they go offline.
- You go in for a high-five. Other person isn't looking.
- Accidently look someone in the eye. Pretend to look past them.
- You say something stupid. You play it down, but everyone sees your face going red.

- You say "hi" to someone. It comes out as a whisper.
- Your friends formed a circle while you were gone. You can't fit and end up standing slightly askew.
- Waiting by yourself for friends. Pretend you're texting.
- You tell a hilarious joke. Nobody laughs.

- You're in class and you want to cough. Some other person just coughed, now you have to wait.
- Walk into the restrooms and stalls are full; pretend you only came here to wash your hands then leave.
- The person in front is walking slightly slower than you are. You walk at an uncomfortable speed to get past them

I've got nothing to say

I wanted to blog something without sounding whiny or retarded. Even if I tried writing something whiny or retarded, I really can't think of anything to say. It's like it is beyond words about how I'm feeling and thinking. Take that any way you want to.

You are now reading the blog of the shittiest friend ever.

Interesting isn't it?