The moment I saw you cry.

So people!

I updated my server, now I am using mozilla “Fire Fox’. really awesome and pretty neat. ^^
I watched numeral of movies this week. First “The Girl Next Door”, it does sound porny but it is about porn stars falling in love. Its a great movies, although its a bit sick at times, but its quite good, the STORY LINE damnit!
Okay. The second movie I watched was “Little Nicky” It was really weird, it was a bargain of $39.00 dollars at “Popular”, it was okay. About a son-of-a-devil getting his evil brother back to hell. Yea, and a guy who was punished by have two boobs on his head. SUPER WEIRD!

Anyway. During the weeks, it was very weekly. I counted the weeks. It was about 4 weeks, till its summer holiday. It’s quite sad, in a way. I want to play, not study! Argh. Anyway, my distie is coming over in July and we are celebrating our B-days! Horrah. At least I’m not alone. okay jumping all the way to November. Its IRIS’S ANNUAL BIRTHDAY SCHEME! WHoopppee! The theme for this year is buffet at a SUPER royal hotel in Hung Hom. I’ve been, everything is golden. Its really royltie like. So jumping back. I’ve just been reading parts of “Saffy’s Angel”, really moving, hope she finds her angel.

Tommorw is English, don’t know if I should be happy or not… But we have maths. BOOOOO! Who needs maths anyway! Hummm. Ummm, so. About 2-3 hours ago, I went to buy take-out in “Cafe De Coral”. I brought Unigi Rice. Really good rice. I shared it with my mom. I was bloated already so I only had space for a tinney winney bit of rice. Then I went home and watched Lil nick. Yup.

sorta prediction:
& tommorow is going to be a brand new day! You are going to have a amazing lesson in maths and you will be luck for the next 72hours, if you study real hard. I mean real hard! Press F4 and your crushes’ name will pop up! GOOD LUCK !

Screw this.

 

A Frothy Delight! ♥

So basically, the whole ICT lesson is just a free arcade hour.
Its really n ot worth 6 thousand grands out parents are paying for is it?
Summer Holidays….. Thats approximatly 4 weeks, 28 days, 1680 hours and 100800 minutes. Not including seconds.
Yesterday I webcamed with Natalie. She was amazing. Very beutiful. ”D
SUMMER, SUMMER, 2008-9. Movies are blasting through the wind dent. OHHHHH. *WACK&*
I’m the first on iris’s top friends (: amazing. i had a dream Yesterday, I WAS SCREAMING AT IRIS calling her a bitch and she ran off crying to the food stop. OH GAWD, i feel so horrible.
&♥ We were in Harrods tho ♥&

EVERYTHING WAS GOLD…

 

This Is Your Last Division From Me.

 My Own Song- Broken
I’m tired. I want to escape. Don’t want to convey, or take.
I surrender. The pain is too deep. My eyes wouldn’t sleep, I forbid to take a peek.
My heart is woven, by pure silk. My heart is too depressed.

Chorus:
AND I’M DYING, SLOWLY, AWAY. I’M NOT FLY TO MY VERY OWN SPACE. AND I’M DYING SLOWLY AND SLOWLY AND I SEEM TO CAN’T ESCAPE MY FATE AND I’M DYING, THO PERFECTLY STILL, AND I’M STARRING INTO BLANK SPACE, WANTING TO GO OUT AND BE A NEW ME. WANTING TO BE SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME…..

I wonder. I can’t help but think. Although I’m on the brink..
I cry, theres just too much lies, it isn’t a surprise, don’t want to listen anymore.
My heart is woven, by pure silk. My heart is too depressed.

Chorus:
AND I’M DYING, SLOWLY, AWAY. I’M NOT FLY TO MY VERY OWN SPACE. AND I’M DYING SLOWLY AND SLOWLY AND I SEEM TO CAN’T ESCAPE MY OWN FATE AND I’M DYING, THO PERFECTLY STILL, AND I’M STARRING INTO BLANK SPACE, WANTING TO GO OUT AND BE A NEW ME. WANTING TO BE SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME…..

This is the end.
I’ve taken it too far.
No need to be apart. It just back to the start.
Your on fire.
You think thers something wrong with me,
I’m back on my own two feet, and now I can sleep.
I tell you through this song, this is not where I belong.

Chorus:
AND I’M DYING, SLOWLY, AWAY. I’M NOT FLY TO MY VERY OWN SPACE. AND I’M DYING SLOWLY AND SLOWLY AND I SEEM TO CAN’T ESCAPE MY OWN FATE AND I’M DYING, THO PERFECTLY STILL, AND I’M STARRING INTO BLANK SPACE, WANTING TO GO OUT AND BE A NEW ME. WANTING TO BE SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME…..
 

 

Lands Full Of Music.

My Taste Of Brazil. <—- Click to listen!

In Brazil, music is everywhere. You can find it in a complex rhythmic pattern beaten out by an old man with his fingers on a cafe table; in the thundering samba that echoes down from the hills around Rio in the months prior to Carnaval; and in the bars where a guitar passes from hand to hand and everyone knows all the lyrics to all the classic Brazilian songs played late into the night.

 

 

Me on My Way To YOU!

I am deciding to be Dali Lama.
The wisest person in the world.

Lets have a analyze of the people in the class, right now.
ROW 1: Valerie and Natalie is ALWAYS laughing at Clayton, no matter what he does.
Kitty is focusing on her laptop, looking at Felix because Valerie is whispering something in his ear
And now she’s laughing. I think he’s invited to Natalie’s Birthday Party.

ROW 2: Clement and YuShun the idiots of all time, they are busily working, chatting away, talking about perverted stuff probably. Nathan is all alone, working on the powerpoint.

ROW 3: Us, Iris is putting her head on her arm, looking at the screen, she’s looking at animal pictures. Alice is looking at “Click Five’s Homepage”. SHE IS OBBSESED ABOUT C5. Yanmi is typing up the questions from sheet 3.1 and talking to herself at the same time. Me? I’m doing this analyze for you. Megan is typing away answering Sabrina questions about the questions and calling her cute. Sabrina is laying back on the blue chair and looking at the laptop, working on sheet 3.1.

ROW 4 – Side Table Left: Clayton is eavsdropping on Clement and YuShun and he is acting crazy by acting as if he has a AK47 in his hand and shooting it across the classrom. Kevin went to throw rubbish and is now, looking up the air-con wondering if it is dripping. He is also practicing to walking “slow-motion”. Jason is on the PC and working like a nerd. As usual.

ROW 5 – Side Table Right: Andrew is on the laptop, probably playing games and Sylvester is working his ass off, while Matthew is doing the same typing. Dennis is DOING THE SAME?! I think they are clones… =.+ Anyway, I heard Dennis is arguing to Syvlester probably about crap, or saying he is so annoying or something.

BIRD POO. It is very valuable. Want a Pack? Go to Peru!

NEXT TOPIC.
Dennis is being a jerk, just like ever.  wonder if he was BORN A JERK. Who knows.
Bangels.
I LOVE BANGELS (:

 

2 bottles of Meko & the forgotten box of chocolate milk.

I drank, 2 bottles of 750ml of meko water today.

When I came back home from school, my mom asked me if I would go on the adventure of venturing into the dark mahagony cupboards to find my long lost box of chocolate milk. I smiled, bravely, as I accpected this mission and I took my best adventure gear, a compass, a helmet and a torch, as well as a piece of mouldy cheese. I walked out of my pink wall, pink ceilling-light, pink room from basically, and walked into my living room. I escaped through my white glass slide-door and slowly opened the heavy wooden door, located on the other side of the living room and I walked out. I heard the door quietly clicked shut.

The stairs were grey but the hand rails were expectionally red. It was a big comparrision and the railings underneath was rusty, black bits fall off every now and then. The wall above me was already old and crumply. Pieces of “walls” fell upon my head and I quickly shaked it off. I proceded down the stairs and to the blue gate. The gate was a very alarming colour of blue. it had 4 mailboxes nailed down at the backside of the wall and a screw to seal the boxes. It was all very old. There were umbrellas, hung on to a bar which was connected to a dark blue door. Inside the door, was millions and millions of electricity wires and rats which will nibble on them sooner or later. My grandfather always puts cages inside the room to catch the rats. The rats are too dumb and would be lured into the cage just because of a piece of cheese. Then my gramp will drown the rats in HIS VERY OWN FISH TANK. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. The fish doesn’t die, strangely, I wonder if he feeds them, live-forever-pills…

Anyway. I opened the lock of the gate and walked outside. Outside the gate were cars parked in a row. The cars were all about 10 years old, but kept in fairly good condition. There was three ways I could go, down the stairs to another village or out the main exit, and walk up the path, or go around the house and go to the mountain. I choose the mountain, because: 1. I have never been there. 2. I have been to the other exits quite often and they tend to get boring. So I walked behind the houses. I was walking through the alley way while I caught a glimpse of a blonde hair girl walking on the opposite street, in front of the old police station. She was wearing a local school uniform and her hair was very fizzzy and tied up into a pony tail. I guess she didn’t see me, so she kept walking. I felt a weird feeling inside me, how can a foreingner learn cantonese and go to a local school!? But very soon I left that thought and continued through the alleyway. I was surrounded by thousands and thousands of ginger cats in a blink of an eye. They all looked at me, as if they were waiting for my reaction. I walked slowly to the bridge in front and they seemed to lose their intrest and they moved on. As I reach the bridge there were serveral 4-leaf-clovers, planted near the bridge. It was the most amazing sight I have ever seen. But I got to continue to find the goddamn chocolate milk. So I climbed the metal steps and up the moutain I go………..

What will I meet?
Will I ever find the chocolate milk?
Who was the Blonde Hair Girl?

Wait for part two to know, the ending of 2 bottles of Meko & the forgotten box of chocolate milk.
Enjoy.

 

空の家 ♥ 夢の家 ♥ パイ穴 ? x3

Yesterday I watched a sitcom called “Pushing Daises”. It was extremely abstract and I loved it. Absract things make you think. Ain’t I abstract? But I know I make you think. I sometimes wish I was in a box, shrinking, smalled and smaller until I don’t need to think of anything. Then I will crawl into a cookie jar, the cookies will be my food, while I stay for a few weeks or so, then I’ll crawl back out again. All my problems will be gone, and I will rentlessly grow big again. And if problem strikes, I’ll shrink again.

Why do people ignore me like I have no feelings?
want to me stab you with a spear, fork, knife, gun?
Will that make you listen?

*stab, stab, stab* I love you but at the same time I hate you :x
それは実際に悪い

NATHAN SHUT UP.
You talk to much.
SHUT UP.

 

 

Girl, Interrupted.

in·ter·rupt    Audio Help   (ĭn’tə-rŭpt’)  Pronunciation Key 
v.   in·ter·rupt·ed, in·ter·rupt·ing, in·ter·rupts
v.   tr.

    1.To break the continuity or uniformity of: Rain interrupted our baseball game.
    2.To hinder or stop the action or discourse of (someone) by breaking in on: The baby  interrupted me 
       while I’m on the phone.

All the girls on the web, thinks there is something missing in their lives.
*NO! *scribble, scribble, scribble, hummm, let’s re-phrase that.*
We all have troubles, it’s just teenage girls have more.
*What am I thinking? NO!*
Girls are like cod fishes, they have pea brains.
*SCREW THIS!*
I am deadmeat.
*You know what? Forget it, lets go simple.
Girl, Interrupted

Zanny girls now are always sad, lonely, and feels like no-one in the universe understands them, well, IT’S TRUE. And, pffft, you can get into our minds, if you think like us. We have a rep to keep, Daddy , and you just had to ruin it all. What was your intentions to talk-loud at my face when the technician has to help me fix up my comp? While me cousin, was sitting right next to me, snickering all the way. What the hell is wrong wit’chu? Tears were clearly swelling up, and you don’t give a fuck. You just keep on talking, yada-yada-da-da. Now the dammned technician has to lecutre me as well, well, daddy-o, my brain is like the computre, it has a limited storage of rams, and if you put more tommyrot in my brain, I won’t be able to hear any more of your boring lectures through my life.

                                                                                  NEXT TOPIC.
Shopaholic, made my readaholic. It’s a fab book, but the storyline…? Not so much, the last part was the most exciting part, mind you, I did survive to the end. There is a whole saga to read. Holy cow! (: can’t wait.

                                         I love dictionaries, they are so blue and glossy.

 

 

These Boots Are Made For Stalking.

Hi.

Olymipic has FINALLY reached Hong Kong. I wonder what chaos it will cause.
Geography is as boring as ever, altho we get to use laptop for every lesson, it doesn’t increase my love for it. I got quite a good grade for my test. I’m writing “a’s” with a tail on top. Do you think the torch will reach here anyway? I guess. The torch will probably get drizzled because of the super humid weather here.

Yesterday, Felix called my house. I wasn’t at my house so it was listed as missed calls. I called him back. I joked. Frankly that is what I do. My “Brother” was saying “fucking you mama, mama you fucking” all over the phone, and I was laughing on the floor, tears sprouting off my face, like seeds from dandelions.

so. if I won’t be a singer, will I be a utter failure? I shall open resturant, like rukkala lokki. It was so simplistic and… blank.

I won’t change schools probably, it’s not likely and my best friends are all here, so… lets push that idea aside.

~! AT HOME !~
I just finished watching wedding daze, its a cheap movie so it wasn’t that great.
I just had a argument with my mom. Parents, why can’t they see things at my point of view FOR ONCE?
So I rented 3 movies: “Bee Movie”, “The Nanny Diaries” and “Wedding Daze”.
I watched “Wedding Daze” first cause I want to know what it’s about.
My mom is watching the tourch ceremony again and again. WHAT THE HELL IS SO AMAZING ABOUT IT?
It’s just people holding a torch, that could burn your hand, and running, while waving (everythought of dropping it by any chance?), and they jumping up and down.
WHAT?
I am so desperate to watch “The Nanny Diaries”. Its a great movie, I guess.

Got to take a shower, then sleep, but before that, read “Shopaholic”.
Byee.

 

Lonely No More While Sweeping Up Bits and Pieces.

I don’t want to be lonely no more,

I don’t wanna have to pay for this
I don’t want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my listWhat’s the point of going on?
Why does always ends like this?
Why is the world spining on and on,
Ignoring me, ticking me off the list?

Woah, uh-oh, Woah, uh-oh, Woah uh-oh, ohhh ohhh oh.

Perhaps, I should explain.

Everytime I go to soccer, I play well for dribbling, but I always fail at games, it’s not like I’m scared to get bruises on my legs, it’s just, I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO FIT IN! and it gets annoying, not just annoying but VERY annoying.

 

 

Sometimes I wished there was a chance for me to sparkle, but I always miss it or, I’m not brave enough to face it. I’m like a block of wood, like from Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, if only something, or rather someone believed in me, I might actually be something useful. And for once I believed in Science or Maths I would get a grade that might be actually acceptable, it fails me.

I would desperately want to change schools at the very single momento.
Actually, every moment.

When I think good stuff might happen, bad luck just decides to give me a ride to hell. Well thanks.
Its NOT NESSARY AND I WOULD NOT LIKE ANOTHER FREE HITCH HIKE. for now. I suppose.

So anyway.
At school, I am mostly ignored, unless someone needs a favour. And boys, come to think of it, I am invisible to them. Well most of the time anyways.