It's called Love Song by 311 and by far the best background music I've ever heard. And relaxing. From the movie 50 First Dates.
... Reminds me of people *sigh* who would have liked the song too, but anyway. T'is an awesome song.
Annnnnnnnnnddd a big BIG hug ta Deb :) you made my day, and I couldn't luv ya more than now hehe, happy friendship's day ta ya too *huggggggsssssssss*
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Bored...
I think I've reached the pinnacle of absolute boredom... so I've finally decided to write a book. My life. Now I know how one of those authors feel, sitting at home, trying their best to write a "masterpiece"... but failing so horribly.
*ahem*
Helllooo ( !! ) It isn't so bad, ya know. Not like I'm going to bore you (though I could desperately wish some of this redundancy to any person ... or whatever).
*after 10 minutes of staring at the screen*
Hmm... is it just me or there's nothing to say?
*goes to read that very "boring" book*
*comes back with an energy drink*
A side-note here. I hate energy drinks. HATE ( yeaaaah, that’s it). Why does it have to taste like $&(@!*# ? Not that I've tasted $&(@!*# , but I can pretty well imagine that’s what it tastes like. Wouldn't it be much easier just to jack up the caffeine content of Coke or Mountain Dew, and lower the sugar ? How tough can that be ? And yesh, me likes Mountain Dew (dunno why so many people dislike it... my mom for one - she refuses to have it in a glass glass, erm, but in a mug so that she can't see the drink's colour. $&(@!*# colour).
*yawns*
Fark, and energy drinks don't even work...
*decides to read the end of that "boring" book and be done with it*
Nooooooww. Me life story. Well, I thought better of it and I'm just gonna cut a long story short here. I've changed 7-8 schools, and after graduating have I realized I'm glad I did. All those futile "no-mom-you-all-go-without-me" arguments were so useless... Skipping over to high school, ninth grade was my last year in a convent school (can't say the best 5 years of my life, but it sure got me thinking about becoming a nun.......... no, as if). Moved to another school after a semester, and boy, was I glad I moved. The people here were the friendliest lot I'd ever met, though more on the conservative side (you know, when kids turn around and stare and start whispering if you talk to a guy, or if a guy talks to you - took me a while to actually find friends who behaved otherwise). That was half of the freshman and the entire sophomore year. Here's where that streak of luck showed up (...was wondering whether I would even have it in this lifetime). Got pretty okay scores on an exam, and got accepted into a good school away from home. It had a boarding school too, so since my family stayed back to let my sister complete her tenth grade (which never happened, cuz the "wandering" bug had bitten my family), I moved into my first ever boarding school. First year, that would be junior year, or the first few months rather, I was home-sick, and I hated having giving up tennis (we were s'posed to be "serious" about our career paths by now). Every boarder was. All the day-scholars (people who didn't stay in the boarding house) were wary of us lot first (no idea...), but soon wanted to "experience" what we went through. The food (which sucked so bad, that I decided to lay off food and assume I was on a fast or something - didn't last long though), the rooms (oh yeahhh, green. Turn everywhere and you see green - that was our school colour apparently), and I could turn cynical and say a whole lot more, but I think I'll stop right there... and for a reason. Come senior year and I got appointed as "An Appointee". The regular - look after complaints, get things cleared up, save juniors from ragging, promote harmony... right. Ragging. That's what every junior had to go through, no matter what. You're asked to do stuff for a senior, yadayada. Some "misfortunate" incidents happened, and when we turned seniors, the rules became stricter, our juniors turned out to be full-time smartass kids, and us 5 appointees lay off helping our friends in their ragging procedures because "you'd be striped of your badges without warning". So yeah, we never got a chance to say, "Hey! But our seniors did it to us too ! It’s a tradition..." . Two months and I had to move away again... this time back in with my family to another city. It was a huge change. Living with friends was different... and moving back in with my family gave me a few hitches (you know, no staying up late, no late-night talks, no cussing - I never did, but having to not hear it was not doing me any good either, made me feel as if I was missing out on something very VERY important in life - kidding). Senior year. Now this year, a LOT of things happened. There's a very good chance that I'll never mention all of them on here... 1.Friends from my previous schools decided to contact everyone they knew, so that was cool 2. Met new people, and it was awesome... even though most of them were short-lived 3. Stress-levels plummeted 4. Senioritis (yeah, the lazy phase) 5. Grades went up and down (thanks to senioritis, I hardly bothered... not good). And graduation. And summer vacations - roadhiking, camping, sun, surf. Ohh, got into university (.......um, yeah. There were chances I wouldn't get into a "decent" one). That’s that. My shot at letting know all those kids out there who complain that it sux to move and shift cities, that in the end, its worth it (wow, that made me feel sooo old suddenly...). And above all, letting my friends how much they mean to me, and I wouldn't want to change anything.
*goes off ta listen to some music and make yet another record on the foosball table*
Yeah right, I'm "that" good at foosball...
*ahem*
Helllooo ( !! ) It isn't so bad, ya know. Not like I'm going to bore you (though I could desperately wish some of this redundancy to any person ... or whatever).
*after 10 minutes of staring at the screen*
Hmm... is it just me or there's nothing to say?
*goes to read that very "boring" book*
*comes back with an energy drink*
A side-note here. I hate energy drinks. HATE ( yeaaaah, that’s it). Why does it have to taste like $&(@!*# ? Not that I've tasted $&(@!*# , but I can pretty well imagine that’s what it tastes like. Wouldn't it be much easier just to jack up the caffeine content of Coke or Mountain Dew, and lower the sugar ? How tough can that be ? And yesh, me likes Mountain Dew (dunno why so many people dislike it... my mom for one - she refuses to have it in a glass glass, erm, but in a mug so that she can't see the drink's colour. $&(@!*# colour).
*yawns*
Fark, and energy drinks don't even work...
*decides to read the end of that "boring" book and be done with it*
Nooooooww. Me life story. Well, I thought better of it and I'm just gonna cut a long story short here. I've changed 7-8 schools, and after graduating have I realized I'm glad I did. All those futile "no-mom-you-all-go-without-me" arguments were so useless... Skipping over to high school, ninth grade was my last year in a convent school (can't say the best 5 years of my life, but it sure got me thinking about becoming a nun.......... no, as if). Moved to another school after a semester, and boy, was I glad I moved. The people here were the friendliest lot I'd ever met, though more on the conservative side (you know, when kids turn around and stare and start whispering if you talk to a guy, or if a guy talks to you - took me a while to actually find friends who behaved otherwise). That was half of the freshman and the entire sophomore year. Here's where that streak of luck showed up (...was wondering whether I would even have it in this lifetime). Got pretty okay scores on an exam, and got accepted into a good school away from home. It had a boarding school too, so since my family stayed back to let my sister complete her tenth grade (which never happened, cuz the "wandering" bug had bitten my family), I moved into my first ever boarding school. First year, that would be junior year, or the first few months rather, I was home-sick, and I hated having giving up tennis (we were s'posed to be "serious" about our career paths by now). Every boarder was. All the day-scholars (people who didn't stay in the boarding house) were wary of us lot first (no idea...), but soon wanted to "experience" what we went through. The food (which sucked so bad, that I decided to lay off food and assume I was on a fast or something - didn't last long though), the rooms (oh yeahhh, green. Turn everywhere and you see green - that was our school colour apparently), and I could turn cynical and say a whole lot more, but I think I'll stop right there... and for a reason. Come senior year and I got appointed as "An Appointee". The regular - look after complaints, get things cleared up, save juniors from ragging, promote harmony... right. Ragging. That's what every junior had to go through, no matter what. You're asked to do stuff for a senior, yadayada. Some "misfortunate" incidents happened, and when we turned seniors, the rules became stricter, our juniors turned out to be full-time smartass kids, and us 5 appointees lay off helping our friends in their ragging procedures because "you'd be striped of your badges without warning". So yeah, we never got a chance to say, "Hey! But our seniors did it to us too ! It’s a tradition..." . Two months and I had to move away again... this time back in with my family to another city. It was a huge change. Living with friends was different... and moving back in with my family gave me a few hitches (you know, no staying up late, no late-night talks, no cussing - I never did, but having to not hear it was not doing me any good either, made me feel as if I was missing out on something very VERY important in life - kidding). Senior year. Now this year, a LOT of things happened. There's a very good chance that I'll never mention all of them on here... 1.Friends from my previous schools decided to contact everyone they knew, so that was cool 2. Met new people, and it was awesome... even though most of them were short-lived 3. Stress-levels plummeted 4. Senioritis (yeah, the lazy phase) 5. Grades went up and down (thanks to senioritis, I hardly bothered... not good). And graduation. And summer vacations - roadhiking, camping, sun, surf. Ohh, got into university (.......um, yeah. There were chances I wouldn't get into a "decent" one). That’s that. My shot at letting know all those kids out there who complain that it sux to move and shift cities, that in the end, its worth it (wow, that made me feel sooo old suddenly...). And above all, letting my friends how much they mean to me, and I wouldn't want to change anything.
*goes off ta listen to some music and make yet another record on the foosball table*
Yeah right, I'm "that" good at foosball...
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Blah quotes from Blah people
All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.
Dennis Leary
There are only two kinds of men - the dead and the deadly.
Helen Rowland
I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
Groucho Marx
Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong, and disposable.
Madeleine Kahn
My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
When I was born ... the doctor came out to the waiting room and said to my father ... I'm very sorry. We did everything we could ... but he pulled through.
Rodney Dangerfield
People tell me that Senator Edwards got picked for his good looks, his sex appeal, and his great hair. I say to them, 'How do you think I got the job?
Dick Cheney
I frankly felt like the reception we received on the way in from the airport was very warm and hospitable. And I want to thank the Canadian people who came out to wave -- with all five fingers -- for their hospitality.
George W. Bush
My computer goes down on me more often than my girlfriend.
Robert Paul
[On his running for California Governor]It's the most important decision I've had to make since 1978 when I decided to get a bikini wax.
Arnold Schwarzenegger
I'm gonna agree with the first quote there (Mik'll agree on that... hmm, I shouldn't have said that eh ?). So anyway, I'm bored. I feel like picking on someone actually. Sis isn't here, otherwise I wouldn't have to even type that but oh well.. I think I'm just gonna pick on all those ppl who can't see my msn space.
...
Nah. A'ight, maybe I'll just sit and vent about dial-up connections. I HATE DIAL-UP !! I mean really eeesh : I had ta call up da company 3 (THREE!!) times to repair my IP address, and got a "Oh, ma'am, you can do that on your Control Panel itself.. let me help you".. Right. It took all my effort not to slam the phone down *deep breath* So yeah. Sux to be technologically unaware or w/e. Blah! I'm out.
Dennis Leary
There are only two kinds of men - the dead and the deadly.
Helen Rowland
I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
Groucho Marx
Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong, and disposable.
Madeleine Kahn
My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
When I was born ... the doctor came out to the waiting room and said to my father ... I'm very sorry. We did everything we could ... but he pulled through.
Rodney Dangerfield
People tell me that Senator Edwards got picked for his good looks, his sex appeal, and his great hair. I say to them, 'How do you think I got the job?
Dick Cheney
I frankly felt like the reception we received on the way in from the airport was very warm and hospitable. And I want to thank the Canadian people who came out to wave -- with all five fingers -- for their hospitality.
George W. Bush
My computer goes down on me more often than my girlfriend.
Robert Paul
[On his running for California Governor]It's the most important decision I've had to make since 1978 when I decided to get a bikini wax.
Arnold Schwarzenegger
I'm gonna agree with the first quote there (Mik'll agree on that... hmm, I shouldn't have said that eh ?). So anyway, I'm bored. I feel like picking on someone actually. Sis isn't here, otherwise I wouldn't have to even type that but oh well.. I think I'm just gonna pick on all those ppl who can't see my msn space.
...
Nah. A'ight, maybe I'll just sit and vent about dial-up connections. I HATE DIAL-UP !! I mean really eeesh : I had ta call up da company 3 (THREE!!) times to repair my IP address, and got a "Oh, ma'am, you can do that on your Control Panel itself.. let me help you".. Right. It took all my effort not to slam the phone down *deep breath* So yeah. Sux to be technologically unaware or w/e. Blah! I'm out.
How tiny things delight me ..
Me = SO F'ING PROUD OF MESELF ! !
I'm retarded when it comes to computers (especially the Java, HTML crap where you have to sit and look at tonnes of lines that could - and probably are - gibberish). Its amazing how I even got into the E/C Eng. program...
Soooooo, today, I sat and finally worked out the redundancy surrounding the Template of all my blogs. And got the chatterbox and GuestGlobe thingy working ! Now I'm thinking it wasn't so bad after all. But no... I wouldn't go through another ordeal like it.
Thats that for now, and I'm off ta listening to music . And do something about the other 3 blogs of mine :
Later.
-3ng!n33r who just fell in love with herself all over again
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...
I'm retarded when it comes to computers (especially the Java, HTML crap where you have to sit and look at tonnes of lines that could - and probably are - gibberish). Its amazing how I even got into the E/C Eng. program...
Soooooo, today, I sat and finally worked out the redundancy surrounding the Template of all my blogs. And got the chatterbox and GuestGlobe thingy working ! Now I'm thinking it wasn't so bad after all. But no... I wouldn't go through another ordeal like it.
Thats that for now, and I'm off ta listening to music . And do something about the other 3 blogs of mine :
Later.
-3ng!n33r who just fell in love with herself all over again
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
When Everything's Over
They'd looked up at the sky and sighed waiting
For the sun to stop shining the way it did
For the days to scurry by without the seconds drag for eons
And one day it did stop shining and they sighed again
Wanting it back , for they had nothing to do but
Wait.
Wait. Sigh. Sigh.
Once againg they longed for the days when
They could get their hands dirty in the soil they worked,
But the sun rose no more on the east, making them sigh.
They fidgeted.
Let the boredom glaze over their sighs.
Wait.
Wait.
The little boy came and cried for He could not ease the sigh frenzy,
They watched Him, knowing the wait for worthless for them but who knows...
"We think of our children and their children," they said, "We want them
To see the first ray.
To feel the water beneath their feet."And they sighed.
The little boy sighed
And embraced a mother before taking leave.
"When everything's over, remember me."
"Everything will return." She smiled.
Sigh.
For the sun to stop shining the way it did
For the days to scurry by without the seconds drag for eons
And one day it did stop shining and they sighed again
Wanting it back , for they had nothing to do but
Wait.
Wait. Sigh. Sigh.
Once againg they longed for the days when
They could get their hands dirty in the soil they worked,
But the sun rose no more on the east, making them sigh.
They fidgeted.
Let the boredom glaze over their sighs.
Wait.
Wait.
The little boy came and cried for He could not ease the sigh frenzy,
They watched Him, knowing the wait for worthless for them but who knows...
"We think of our children and their children," they said, "We want them
To see the first ray.
To feel the water beneath their feet."And they sighed.
The little boy sighed
And embraced a mother before taking leave.
"When everything's over, remember me."
"Everything will return." She smiled.
Sigh.
Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - how, we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen that we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thought in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names...
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - how, we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen that we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thought in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names...
Monday, February 14, 2005
Room 213 SHS
I'm soooooooo bored... dont wanna go home, dont wanna leave this computer lab, dont wanna go to the gym, dont wanna listen to the song, dont wanna study for the stupid calculus exam, dont wanna stare into space... happy valentine's day to me ...
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Will You Be My Valentine ?
Вы будете моим Валентайн? russian
¿Será usted mi valentino? spanish
Serez-vous mon valentin ? french
Werden Sie mein Valentin sein? german
Lei sarà il mio valentino? italian
Zult u mijn Valentijn zijn? dutch
Será meu valentine? portuguese
Vill De er min valentine? norwegian
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
I just want you to know who I am...
Saturday, December 11, 2004
From the journals of the dips*** library
Baby you are . . .
My sunny sky
My favourite high
My bed so warm
My port in a storm
My sweetest gift
My emotional lift
My best friend
'Til the end
My inspiration
My destination
My shining light
My day and night
My heart healer
My anger chiller
My pain reliever
My spring fever
My gem so rare
My answered prayer
My heart 'n' soul
My life made whole
My merry-go-round
My 'up' when I'm down
My best chance
My last dance
My best shot
My sweet kumquat
My energizer
My morning sun
My evening fun
My dancing partner
My heart's gardener
My source of laughter
My everafter
My heaven sent
For whom I'm meant
My burning fire
My greatest desire
My soul mate
My sweet fate
My dream lover
My "before all others"
My confidence
My common sense
My reason why
'Til I die,
Just in case you didn't know. . .
My sunny sky
My favourite high
My bed so warm
My port in a storm
My sweetest gift
My emotional lift
My best friend
'Til the end
My inspiration
My destination
My shining light
My day and night
My heart healer
My anger chiller
My pain reliever
My spring fever
My gem so rare
My answered prayer
My heart 'n' soul
My life made whole
My merry-go-round
My 'up' when I'm down
My best chance
My last dance
My best shot
My sweet kumquat
My energizer
My morning sun
My evening fun
My dancing partner
My heart's gardener
My source of laughter
My everafter
My heaven sent
For whom I'm meant
My burning fire
My greatest desire
My soul mate
My sweet fate
My dream lover
My "before all others"
My confidence
My common sense
My reason why
'Til I die,
Just in case you didn't know. . .
Friday, September 24, 2004
Dreams Part 1
dreams at times are soo weird that when you wake up... you still want to know what they WERE. Why can't we remember dreams? Some scientist tried explaining that it was some 'neurotic' connection in your brain which triggers the dream. He even said that when you're overstuffed, you're more likely to dream. An empty stomach causes horrid dreams.
Why did I start talking about dreams anyway?
If I could,
then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
And maybe,
I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you
Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love
I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time
- "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Internet Part 1 : Without It
Over the last few days, i've come to realize how MUCH one's life changes withOUT a computer. Well, yeah... family shifting to a new place and blah blah... It pretty much grossed out that we had to leave our computer behind (Pentium4!!) and come here with nothing but the detatched headphones and some USB cable wires... Whenever i opened my cupboard, there it was... and i felt like pluggin' the electric wires in my ears... It's been nearly a month since i've SURVIVED without the internet...(God help me).
But finally! I've got my internet connection (cheers!) and no more long, dreary dayz when you think, "Now what do i do?" and NO MORE thinking of shoving the wires down my ears...
But finally! I've got my internet connection (cheers!) and no more long, dreary dayz when you think, "Now what do i do?" and NO MORE thinking of shoving the wires down my ears...
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Eragon ~dps~
Read this book – ‘ERAGON’ – by this guy Christopher Paolini (and he’s only 19!). Well, itz amazing… a real drag the first few chapters but you’ll be surprised that you can’t drag yourself away from the rest of the book.
It’s about this guy Eragon, who ‘accidentally’ finds a dragon egg (don’t ask me which date this book dates back to) and takes care of it. Since the dragon chose to hatch before Eragon, he becomes a Rider (as in riding the dragon). His uncle gets killed by bad people (similar to Voldemort’s men in Harry Potter… hmmm…) and it’s his quest to discover his goal and take revenge. Sounds boring? Well, it isn’t. Believe me.
Yeah, one piece of advice though – try to ‘borrow’ the book and ‘lend’ if you already have one… it's damn expensive. Can’t writers understand dat to make their books ‘bestsellers’, they’d better reduce their sky-touching prices. Christopher, are you listening ???
Mood : Light... I feel like having a boiled egg from the mess..
It’s about this guy Eragon, who ‘accidentally’ finds a dragon egg (don’t ask me which date this book dates back to) and takes care of it. Since the dragon chose to hatch before Eragon, he becomes a Rider (as in riding the dragon). His uncle gets killed by bad people (similar to Voldemort’s men in Harry Potter… hmmm…) and it’s his quest to discover his goal and take revenge. Sounds boring? Well, it isn’t. Believe me.
Yeah, one piece of advice though – try to ‘borrow’ the book and ‘lend’ if you already have one… it's damn expensive. Can’t writers understand dat to make their books ‘bestsellers’, they’d better reduce their sky-touching prices. Christopher, are you listening ???
Mood : Light... I feel like having a boiled egg from the mess..
Thursday, October 30, 2003
King of Torts
whoa, whoa!
you have gotta read this book ...
King Of Torts...by John Grisham. Kinda cool... he's a nobody at frst and then how in the blink of an eye he's the 'most eligible bachaelor' and a mass tort lawyer (a successful guy in short)... for ppl who enjoy reading abt lawyers n law practises...
Other than that... life couldn't get better :) yay, yay, yay!
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