September 2005

I don't know why I'm here. it's 2305 and I'm supposed to do tonnes of maths. just that a few things affected me today. or rather, these couple of days. let's list them for listing's sake.

1. the weather
2. the fact that I didn't have much to tell my buddy
3. meida and that girl. and what she said
4. maril's mail
5. vicky's messages
6. weekhee's odd statement
7. what clarence told us
8. those bitches bitching about nonsense
9. and one of those bitches crying

I may choose to elaborate some other day. next month. october. oh man. october. ah well. welcome memories.

sometimes clinging onto things that you thought could be like before is delusionary. sometimes clinging onto things that would never be is self destructive. and sometimes clinging onto things that don't belong to the present is absolute stupidity.

this may very well be the last update for the month. because after that I await the arrival of very gay looking gackt. don't know if I mentioned this, but yuting says that gackt in my next layout looks terribly gay. I was thinking perhaps it's due to the huge cheesy/corny pinky heart shape behind him, but according to my sister, it's his pose. but what can I do, man? I can change colour, but I can't change pose, right?

anyway, nothing much I want to say. just that congrats to ulu for reviving her VERY dead blog, and that I want to rip something from her. heh. here it is:

What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage,
created you a monster
broken by the rule of love?
And fate has led you through it.
You do what you have to do.
And fate has led you through it.
You do what you have to do.

Every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul.
I'm ever swiftly moving,
trying to escape this desire,
the yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do.
The yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do.

And I have the sense to recognise
that I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.

A glowing ember, burning hot,
and burning slow.
Deep within, I'm shaken by the violence
of existing only for you.

I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do.
I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do.

And I have the sense to recognise
that I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.

I don't know if my buddy will read this, but I hope that she won't cry when she does, because somehow or another, I think it applies horribly well. sorry darling, had to put it down.

okay. I must type when I still have that mood. otherwise I'll develop that aiyah so sian to go through it all over again and then I'll type a superbly condensed version which I might as well not type. my buddy is so DARN right about that part.

yesterday. had my LAST prelim paper! but somehow no sense of euphoria. yeah it was great to see vio (and so glad that there was no idiot physics teacher with a lousy voice to fight over the mic) and the paper was...no comments. I think all comments were made already.

then after the paper I asked maril her great idea as to where to go. she wanted to go ikea. 1. she hadn't been there in some time, 2. she needed to be in commonwealth at 1745. so okay, we went to WS library with sam to get some books for her, and maril got 2 nonsense ones too. honestly I think I'm too lazy to go to the library already. all my books would run into fines not because I haven't finished them, but because I'm ways too lazy to get my ass to the library to return them. which is why it's good that I can't borrow anything out of esplanade library. they might never come back. heh.

and then we went to ikea! we were half dying on the train (such a LONG WAY!) and when we alighted it was pouring! so I got my blue friend aka umbrella out and we made it there, kinda wet but okay. yeah and my shoes took a real good drenching. so did hers. we went in, and she said this guy, who was swinging that huge yellow ikea bag round and round, obviously bored with his parents, looked like a friend of hers. we dismissed it as I was hungry and we went straight for lunch.

gosh I think we ate like hell lot. check this out. she had her hotdog bun, 3 cups of water, some of my 15 meatballs, most of my 1.5 potatoes, a bit of my mushroom soup, and I had the remainder of the meatballs, the soup, the potatoes, 2 chicken wings and a glass of pepsi!

I had a problem getting my butt off the chair. but anyway we went a walking around the show rooms and pointing out the nice parts, the lousy parts, sitting on couches and squealing about white rooms, round furniture and the FLOWERS that our mothers would love.

and amidst ALL that, we KEPT seeing the guy we saw when we first entered the freaking place!!! made us look like WE were stalking HIM! ARGH! and I insist he looks like an sajc guy. seriously. and yes I'll never step into the lighting section without laughing ever again.

and since she had to go at 1730 plus, I accompanied her to the mrt station and waited with her. I didn't feel like calling meida and bunch because 1. I didn't know if they went out in the rain, 2. they might be watching some movie after all and I'd disturb/not get any answer from them. so I thought I'd message my buddy. but somehow or another the way I did it sounded as if I had some fight with maril causing her to leave early and dump me at queenstown.

but FUNNY anyway. so I went over to her favourite prata place next to her school, met this crazy crazy indonesian girl who honestly honestly reminds me of yiyi. the moment I looked at her GOSH she even LOOKS a little like yiyi. it's the big eyes, really. and she's just as mad!! I should ask fel if she knows yiyi. but then again, there's a thousand and one china scholars in hci...

then yunqi came along and we ordered like nuts from the poor indian felle and then we all were talking fine and they were trying so hard to guess the freaking animal on my school badge and blah when suddenly JANG JANG JANG

like SHIT lah. I was so freaking scared of that actually. she suddenly APPEARED and I was like OH DAMN! I think she made my day SUAY lah. the thing was, she appeared out of absolutely nowhere with her boyfriend, and was like AHHH how come you here???? I didn't know what else to tell her, so I told her the truth -- I came to see eewei. she was like err oh! and then she said something about stupid ms sim (gawsh can't stand her) and then suddenly she asked

she asked me that after the 10th november concert, and yesterday she asked me again! I have this feeling that she's hoping that someday I'd get a handphone and I'll tell her OH I HAVE A PHONE NOW and then she'll get the damn number from me, because I am FREAKING sure that she still has my lousy house number and perhaps it's even in her BRAIN. GAH. but luckily for myself, she saved myself (strangely) but saying

I laughed and took her phone and saved my house number in myself. gosh after that my eyes nearly rolled out of my sockets. I think I did that for prawn before. can't remember when. there was once I believe.

GAH. and apparently buddy said she was pretty miffed that I actually made the effort to come down from school to see eewei and not give half a shit about her. I tell you if she knows that I'd been sticking around in tcc so NEAR to the school to see my buddy, and that I actually do know people in the school and I continue to talk late into the night, correspond and meet up with my buddy, I think she might burst a vessel or two.

and then I was rushing for tuition, thanks to very slow wei and friends, and so we took a taxi. but the thing was, in getting into the taxi, I stepped into this really gross mud puddle (which I didn't realise was so deep), causing my shoe to take yet another drenching. I think it's dry now...my socks stank really. I don't know if anybody in econs class was dying. oh heck right. I'd probably never appear for econs tuition in my school shoes again.

and then because I had verbal diarrhoea yesterday, I bought a regular coke and mussels, but I talked and talked and talked and talked all the way home that I think fel barely said a single word and I had been talking ALL THE WAY since the train to ikea and at ikea, to my buddy and friends, at econs tuition (I just couldn't shut up and I don't know why), and finally on the way home!!!! and then I got home and I washed up and went to talk to my mother!! gosh really verbal diarrhoea! can't stop talking! haven't had this illness for like so long. or maybe that's why. all pent up!!! AHAHA.

then today (gosh finally TODAY) woke up late, and then quickly rushed through lunch and then went flying out to meet ailing and gang at city hall. I tried my lousy stunt by going to the next bus stop, realising I missed 2 buses at one shot, and missed my usual bus. in short, my stunt failed. and then I saw adora cross the road (she lives behind the bus stop I was at) and waved. thought nothing about it really, until suddenly she came up to me and told me this little girl who was standing next to her needed to change money to take the bus. she had two bucks, but I only had twenty cents, and adora had like one dollar. adora wanted to give her the one dollar, but the little girl refused.

adora was like HUH how now?! and then I asked the little girl if she had any coins in the first place, since she was so resistant to charity. it turned out that she had 40 cents, and since adora said she needed 55 cents, I just took my 20 cents and dropped it into the little girl's purse and said to her in chinese

the little girl DAMN cute. she actually asked me where I lived so that she could return me 20 silly cents. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I shook my head and told her don't bother. and then in the end, due to my stupid stunt, I ended up taking the same bus as the little girl. and she was so cute you know. she actually smiled at me and called me jiejie. and then when she got off she said byebye jie jie! I didn't know what else to say/do but smile and wave. gosh I sound like the bloody penguin in madagascar.

ANYWAY. that was the story of the little girl. she...quite cute lah. I think she's like primary 2. morning session. she's way too small and and little too cutey silly to be primary 4. or at least I think so.

and yeah I was freaking late to meet the bunch. I was on the escalator UP when I realised that kayan was calling me and she was with ching huey on the escalator DOWN!! gosh. turned out that angela told kayan to meet at city hall, but ailing called screaming that we were supposed to be at raffles place instead. then tingyu came along and four of us trooped down to raffles place. we found our way to acm2 (and I was wondering where was acm1?) and went in.

the funniest thing was that, the four of us 18 year old things went in with our dear 27 year old ailing under the family package!! angela wasn't there yet, so she told us to go in first. so ailing became the 'single mother' of us 'quadruplets' according to boonjin and qiuxuan! what a laugh.

then we spent like hell long in the south east asian section, when we were actually there to view the vatican city exhibition. we waited and waited, and angela didn't appear. kayan called her, and she turned out to be in the wrong gallery. so we waited. acm2 has 8 galleries, so we waited. and waited.

AND WAITED. then we tried calling her again and again to no avail. finally she picked the freaking phone and guess what? she was in ACM ONE!!!!! ALAMAK! no wonder we waited and waited and SHE couldn't find her way and WE were waiting in vain! gosh.

anyway we all ended up in the same place and viewed the exhibition. the rennaissance paintings were...what can I say. breath taking? and some were just drafts of what was to go up onto the ceilings of the cathedrals. and boy were they beautiful. especially that cherubim one. that was simply amazing. oh and the pope's 'headgear' was really madness. now I know why the pope simply sits on the chair and doesn't really get up. it's so freaking FULL of things ALL OVER IT and so BIG and HEAVY it's so hard to walk around in it! gosh!!

and there was like a lot of peter around. and later we knew why. the catholics believe peter to be the first pope. like uh huh. oh and we were laughing at the painting analysis. it sounded to me like what we do to some of our lit stuff -- finding something out of nothing. really. angie was like uhh....a bit....umm....

and all in all it was cool. and so was the southeast asian parts and the islam part and the indian part. and then we found the gamelan section! and kayan and I were left fighting as to whether the veena was north indian and the sitar south indian or the other way around. like whatever, right?

we grabbed a bite and drink, then we went home. gosh so tiring. my feet are like bleah now. first ikea, then this. gosh. OH AND I SAW THIS LOVELY quilt cover and pillow case set at ikea!!!! but it didn't have a bolster case...mummy messaged me, saying that ikea doesn't freaking sell bolster cases. which is like WAIL!!! WHY???? now I know why there's something missing on ikea beds! argh! and I couldn't find the little ghosto lamp! I think they don't have it anymore. so sad! it was so super uber cute...

and I think that's quite enough for today. I think I have typing diarrhoea today. I typed like so much about these two days with nearly no insight and no introspectivity at all. what can I say? be happy that I didn't go rambling another crazy entry on jrock? and I think I might reply maril's mail over the weekend. read it already. =)

maril: I pick a bad yardstick, hor? maybe I should take the sajc looking guy as yardstick! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

The growth of anime has spurred fan interest in Japanese music. Unlike its sweet-confection sister jpop, jrock is edgy, all about talent and filled with dazzling musicality. This book introduces 40 of the hottest names in jrock with histories, pedigrees, critiques and discographies, all in a stunning full-color package highlighted by original art and photographs. Among the familiar artists featured are Shonen Knife, B'z, Love Psychedelico, L'Arc~en~Ciel, and Gackt, plus Japan favorites X Japan, Glay and Luna Sea. Many of these bands have toured and released CDs in North America and do work on anime and movie soundtracks.

About the Author
Josephine Yun has covered classical music and Japanese pop for City Paper, Baltimore's alternative weekly, and is also an editor at jrockonline.com. She wrote the official English biography for the breakthrough band X JAPAN and presented a panel on Jrock at the Anime Central anime convention in 2004. She is a member of various online communities dedicated to alternative music.

and guess what? it's only USD12.89 on amazon.com!!! AHHHH!!!! bloody cheap. I've calculated. for half colour 128 page book with full pictures of jrockers (heh) I pay the 13 bucks for the book, 7 more for shipping, and about 3 more for the payment. AH! that's only USD23!!!

oh man. how?! and it's a PREETY book registering only 8 inches both ways! so cute! like some little jrock guide...

like why OH why did I go look at centigrade j...if I'd not gone, or gone much later when I actually need it (I went there because it died for a while, but for nothing really) then I might not have seen it. WAIL.

my kyo poetry book was NO NEED TO THINK lah, but this one needs some. but actually when it boasts of so many acts like laruku, x japan, even kagrra, takui, probably DIR EN GREY, and even people like judy and mary, the alfee, SADS, luna sea, penicilin...AHHHHHHHHH. perhaps I shouldn't think.

oh and did I scream about it here? I think not. PS Company (yes miya's bunch) is going to have a full scale combined concert in december. and it will feature their full major lineup, which means

but don't dream of going, because 1. it's in japan, 2. I'll have to ship toilet paper there to stop my nosebleeding, 3. I think I'll have to ship yuting and jiabi along, and that's pure catastrophe. or so I believe.

but but but *splutter splutter* I wanna go....wail. and I just read tenko's forum entry. she's going to watch KAGEROU next month! *cries a river*

I've just downloaded bittorrent AGAIN, so expect more downloading occurences. but I think I'm just killing my computer...but anyway I'm downloading dir en grey's latest, CLEVER SLEAZOID (please PLEASE do not NOT ask me what shit title is that). apparently it's one of those hate me or love me songs.

not really. I think generally people like cage, have no problems with raison detre, cry when they hear hotarubi... that sort of thing. but this particular single seems to be churning out more than it should on criticism.

er okay. the verdict is out. it kinda sucks. it sounds like a ripoff from saku, just that saku sounds GOOD. saku made me scream at first, wondering WHAT NONSENSE IS KYO SCREAMING THIS TIME??!! then slowly I learnt to remove all the screaming, lousy rapping and the jamming and whamming. and then the melody floated out and MAN did it make me cry.

and I'm beginning to love bittorrent now that it works. when I downloaded it the last time it seriously didn't work. and it wasn't as user friendly/nice looking. now it looks like....DAP....hahahaha. well at the very least. I do believe it's a similar concept. just that DAP has the file online, and then it searches for mirror sites, so that the computer doesn't just download from one website, but from as many as 6 others as well. bittorrent downloads from someone else's computer itself, and the .torrent file is a go-between. cool huh???

oh crap. I must sleep. sorry for the torrent (pardon the pun) of jrock today. just missed putting pictures, no? AHAHA. oh and I'm downloading this video of yoshikiXgackt! this is MUST SEE!!! AHAHAHAHA...nuts already. buddy wish my computer the BEST OF LUCK!

I am here thanks to marilyn. so if you really hate it when I update, blame her. ahahahaha. kidding. she insists that I update, when honestly, her own blog is stuck on the tenth. which is like miles away from today! AH! actually it's past midnight already, and thus it's the eighteenth. ooooh that's the 15th of the eighth month on the lunar calendar! which means...

okay calm down. lydia just gave me another box of mooncakes last night. gosh. but I didn't want to ask her which kind she bought. let's hope that she bought just single yolk, because if she bought double yolk, I think we might have another case of yolk throwing.

well okay, it goes like this. my dad eats yolkless mooncakes, and my sister loves the yolk. my dad was lazy, so he opened the box that was already opened and cut and all, but the problem was that it was the box with yolked mooncakes. so all he did was to finish up what was in the box and threw the yolk away. then my sister came home, intending to eat the yolked mooncakes, but realised that they had been eaten. she pouted and asked if my mummy had eaten them, because I also don't eat yolked mooncakes, but my mum does. but she said no, and my dad said he did. my sister was like HUH but mummy bought yolkless ones for you leh!!! and he was like yeah, but I too lazy, so I ate the yolked ones and threw the yolk away loh.

she was like YOU THREW THE YOLK AWAY??????????? I swear that registered like 8 on the richter scale or something. I was in the room and I could hear everything man. that was scary. my sister was so pissed, especially since that was like the last box with yolk. and my mum had bought 2 more without yolk for dad. but I have this feeling that the ones lydia gave me has yolks in there, so my sister can stop wailing. she still harps at it now and then...

or let's hope moses' house has some mooncakes...ahaha. yeah the committee is having their planning retreat at moses' house...I'm quite sure that they're still discussing about next year's messages, next year's themes, this year's end year retreat, blah blah blah...oh and certain other issues. oh and the new sunday school transfers! there's another amazing number of them!

oh since we're talking about church, I had SPA again! but today distracting marcus didn't turn up. don't know why either. but we all squashed ourselves silly into jacob's office, and nearly froze to death in there. so cold!!! oh and samantha turned our photo into a darlie commercial! ACK! looks hideous. so I shall post the ACTUAL picture here. the best one really.

stupid dreamweaver trying to be funny with me. nearly couldn't put the stupid image in. grrah. actually it looks funny by itself. sam didn't have to do anything.

and I am still very amused. nono let's talk about the NOT amusing part first. on thursday night, I had this odd premonition before I slept. actually I was thinking hmmm, since econs 3 was in the afternoon, could call my buddy. then I had another instinct telling me to get my stupid phone from the room next door because I had a message.

and I did. I kinda left like 10 missed calls or something before she actually picked the damn phone up. I won't like scream about what I scolded her about, but the silly girl suffered full blown flu symptoms for like one whole week without saying a single word until thursday night she told me over the phone. I screamed her to the doctors' the next day, and it turned out to be

stupid girl, really. ARGH. for a while I didn't really know whether to scold her or to start crying really. especially after sam and jon's amazing statistics on dengue fever, that you have 2/3 chance of getting dengue if you're bitten once, and if you're bitten a second time, your chances of DYING is 4/9. which was really freaking me out.

but of course, there's always God to turn to. I prayed like NUTS I tell you. and I told my mum, so I think she prayed too. and so cute you know, the next day when I asked her if it was really dengue, she messaged back:

yupp it is. but they said I somehow had cells that were able to destroy enemy cells very well and that's why I'm still around I guess

you know buddy if you're reading this, I'll like to tell you that perhaps it wasn't just your cells, it's your Creator who made those cells decided that it wasn't time for you to go, and gave you good cells to thrash the dengue thingies away.

and perhaps it wasn't just a wake up call for my buddy. perhaps it was God telling me something too. things like that happen all around us, we'll get struck dead someday, and before that day does happen, we need to do what we ought to do. what a way to tell me!!!! AHHHH!!!

okay. now for the amusing part. nothing to do with dengue. I'll have heart attack if she drops this sort of bomb on me again. the thing is, she said that alicia was pretty scared of me, because of my amazing mathematical conversation I had with vicky. well I was studying math in tcc, then eewei and alicia came, and then vicky called about math and we started the whole math theory catapult. not my fault right?! and then she wonderfully told me that actually yunqi is also scared of me, and that initially SHE was also scared of me!!! like...

????????? I VERY SCARY MEH?! somebody enlighten me. maril I demand in your reply that you tell me if I'm scary. I know I have black face, grouchy face, but I'm not scary...I insist. but anyway it was simply amusing. amusing to think that I'm scary. that I'm actually scaring people. yeah it's true that sometimes I choose to look serious, look real pissed, sometimes I decide to be anti social and unfriendly, and sometimes to look real real snobbish. but...but....I'm not scary. I AM NOT!!! I continue to insist...and laugh!!! it's terribly amusing.

and I think that's like quite enough for an update. I've actually hit a few days of the week already with those paragraphs. buddy tell me if my brain still seems messed up, ok? I think it's much better already. it's so focused that I can't bear it actually. there's a reason why I can't have a title for my blog entries. instead I need an agenda. but perhaps there's also this underlying reason why I don't very well for gp. I don't have topic sentences either. my paragraphs are simply garbled and jumbled. haiz.

oh oh must report one LAST thing. december layout isn't just takeo! I've found the picture of takeo and kohta trying to kill each other!!! (goodness I sound as if I'm excited by that possibility) so I'm going to have a drama mama layout to end the year with a big bang! BOOM!!! yeah I'm going to try this really dramatic layout. unfortunately there's this part in the middle that is slightly missing, because the picture is actually a two-page spread in a SHOXX and thus it's difficult to scan the picture properly without spoiling the binding. I don't blame her. but I'm trying to save it with some artistic design on my part...which is not really arty farty.

next january will see kangta hit the computer screens, and february will attempt izumi once more. march may see the entrance of nightmare, especially if that wonderful website's gallery is done by then, and april I think I'll have something special lah. like a collage or something. may is booked, hide. I guess after hide's dead and gone for 8 years, I must do something about him, no? june should see...OKAY pacify yuting, june WILL see miyavi, and july...okay okay I'm planning too far ahead. just that I promise ah tingting, miyavi WILL appear next year, okiez?? I may do a multiple miyavi stunt like this year's, and kyo will CONFIRM STAMP PLUS CHOP appear. I insist. I may make daisuke appear once more. or maybe I should juxtapose the two daisukes together...and the two shinyas? nahhhh they don't go together.

I realised that I'm so biased. I don't have layouts of CHINESE people. despite my involvement into the chinese pop scene this year in particular, I don't really collect any pictures. OH I KNOW. okay, that's it. he jun xiang (or better known to meida and mae as AH KEN) will hit the screen too.

and I forgot! does clare think I'm scary too?? I should think not lah, hor? buddy?

break all records. no actually I've broken them already. august 2004 saw manga characters, february 2005 saw no people, and april 2005 saw the very first korean, the honours given to HERO from dong bang shin ji.

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.
You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.
People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.
But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.

ANYWAY...had SPA just now! no not that incredulous treatment, but it's this little group that we bunch have started. I'm so sorry to jon but err I can't remember for the life of me what the A stands for. it's support, prayer and something. but now I can't remember what.

but that's not the point. had the first meeting just now! candice and sam were late, but the meeting still went okay. and marcus is FULL OF NONSENSE. he and his aedes mosquito nonsense. there must be something wrong with every single ri guy, no? and jon was going on and on about damn math which is like ARGH! monday, and samuel was absolutely rolling his eyes. poor child.

but we had a great discussion. and although some things catapulted the wrong way (like how praying for protection against dengue led to how penguins are sadistic) but some went absolutely right.

and I think it's interesting that samuel mentioned that yfc uses lan gaming to pull in the youths, and marcus was like AHHHH but so violent OKAY or NOT? but I guess it's hard to get the committee to like talk about gaming because I think most girls and not all the guys play that sort of thing. somehow or another mostly guys end up playing stuff like halo and diablo, yes?

and marc played devil may cry. made me think of laruku but that was so out of point. oh and at the end candice insisted we take pictures (gab was groaning like NUTS but ah well) and thus we did. I'll consider if I want to put it here when candice gets about sending it.

anyway I was thinking last night about the alliances which are driving my buddy nuts and absolutely up the wall because I seem to click with them all only to turn the tables on her and tease her together.

and I think I know why yingsi is my best alliance thus far. I guess it's because she's very real. as in she's not so distant, and not so pretentious. not that the other 3 are, but somehow they're different. there's this odd gap.

I don't know why I thought about it either. I seldom ask why. or actually I do ask why. but I seldom ask why nowadays. which explains why my entries are getting odd again. or rather, reverting back.

well to end off yet another oddball entry, which has been REALLY odd thus far, partly introspective, partly reportive, partly nonsensical, I shall complete it with LAMENESS.

"When you feel stressed, cheer up! Just go to the mirror and say, 'hmm, I'm really CUTEE!!' You'll overcome your stress. but don't make it a habit because it's a sin to lie..=D"

when you're happy -- comedy
when you're sad -- drama
when you've an enemy -- action

and when you face the mirror...




































HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde

You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.
You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.
Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.
You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.

I'm listening to red letters by DC talk again. and again. and again. AGAIN. yeah it's the third time I'm infatuating over it and thus I shan't post the lyrics once more. or should I? let me see when did I last go gaga over it.

and I can't find it. AHHH!!! I'm so sure I posted it twice. never mind then. I'll post it again!!

Pages filled with a holy message
Sealed with a kiss from heaven
On a scroll long ago
Phrases, words that were bound together
Now have the power to sever
Like a sword evermore

Heed the words divinely spoken
May your restless heart be broken
Let the supernatural take hold

(chorus)
There is love in the red letters
There is truth in the red letters
There is hope for the hopeless
Peace and forgiveness
There is life in the red letters
In the red letters

One man came to reveal a mystery
Changing the course of history
Made the claim he was God
Ageless, born of a virgin Mary
Spoke with a voice that carried through the years
It's persevered

Heed the words divinely spoken
May your restless heart be broken
Let the supernatural take hold

(bridge)
What You say moves me, revelation, come and take me
The more I look [the more I look] the more I see [the more I see]
The Word of God [the Word Of God] is what I need

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, it's the book of love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the book of love

oh and I feel like doing a picture flood someday soon. when I find the time and mood. I feel like flooding this place with jrockers again. and kurseth will go screaming from her room. and I think meida might too. I would too!! thinking why are they prettier than me???!!! AHAHAHA. only yuting remains...

oops. just that I think with my new additions to galleries of gackt, takeo, kyo and toshiya, something must be done. ooooh and daisuke!

oh no the fangirl in me is appearing again!! must morph back!! watched too much inuyasha!!!

now that I'm here, I realised that I forgot to ask my buddy just now over dinner, what the heck's wrong with my entries. she says it's changed again. in my opinion, it's changed back. I don't know. is it better this way, that I continue to ramble on and on about my lousy blasted or wonderful day etc etc etc or is it better that I continue my stressed out tired introspective rants?

I don't know, and I guess I shouldn't care. I write what I wanna, and you no happy, no read then.

hopped by tcc to study after incredible math tuition. as expected, tuition took way too long. but whatever. and then I went to tcc and I met xiao tian! so fun! I haven't seen her for ages man. it's been more than a year. the last time being probably when we took our o level results last year. oh sheesh that was some ancient time...

talked to her quite abit, and then we decided to get back to studying. and then soon after this girl (who looked freaking familiar) sat down at the table just slightly away from mine. and just when I was thinking to myself oh crap buddy is finished at 6 and it was just 5, the girl came in! and that girl sitting at the next table was her friend too! so I have met nafa alliance number 4, yingsi! is that how you spell her name? buddy run me a call if it's wrong ah, don't like spelling people's names wrongly.

well after that we went for dinner at ichiban boshi. and for the first time, I actually had to QUEUE to get into the damn place. well perhaps it was because we didn't go at the usual time. we were usually there by 6 plus. today we were there at 7. which is like peak hour or something. and there seemed to be some sort of a concert/event/don't know what there and the whole place was like filled with people from nowhere. and boy did they NOT look like real concert goers. ah whatever.

purple means I read it, blue means it's at home unread, red means both.
1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
4. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. 1984, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott (watched the movie though)
19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
22. Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The Durbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens.
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones' Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie
101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome
102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
103. The Beach, Alex Garland
104. Dracula, Bram Stoker
105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz
108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks
109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13 1/2, Sue Townsend
113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
114. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy
116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
119. Shogun, James Clavell
120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy
124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison
128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
129. Possession, A. S. Byatt
130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
131. The Handmaids Tale, Margaret Atwood
132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl
133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck
134. Georges Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl
135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett
136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker
137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan
139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
144. It, Stephen King
145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl
146. The Green Mile, Stephen King
147. Papillon, Henri Charriere
148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett
149. Master And Commander, Patrick O'Brian
150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett
152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett
153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett
154. Atonement, Ian McEwan
155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
157. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling
160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
161. Moby Dick, Herman Melville
162. River God, Wilbur Smith
163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
165. The World According To Garp, John Irving
166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore
167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
169. The Witches, Roald Dahl
170. Charlotte's Web, E. B. White
171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams
173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
175. Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder
176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
177. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Roald Dahl
178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson
182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens
183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
184. Silas Marner, George Eliot (TWO copies in the house in fact)
185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Gross-mith
187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh
188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine
189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. Lawrence
191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons
193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett
194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells
195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White
199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle
200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews
201. The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
202. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan
203. The Great Hunt, Robert Jordan
204. The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan
205. Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan
206. Lord of Chaos, Robert Jordan
207. Winters Heart, Robert Jordan
208. A Crown of Swords, Robert Jordan
209. Crossroads of Twilight, Robert Jordan
210. A Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan
211. As Nature Made Him, John Colapinto
212. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
213. The Married Man, Edmund White
214. Winters Tale, Mark Helprin
215. The History of Sexuality, Michel Foucault
216. Cry to Heaven, Anne Rice
217. Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell
218. Equus, Peter Shaffer
219. The Man Who Ate Everything, Jeffrey Steingarten
220. Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
221. Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn
222. The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice
223. Anthem, Ayn Rand
224. The Bridge To Terabithia, Katherine Paterson
225. Tartuffe, Moliere
226. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
227. The Crucible, Arthur Miller
228. The Trial, Franz Kafka
229. Oedipus Rex, Sophocles
230. Oedipus at Colonus, Sophocles
231. Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther
232. A Dolls House, Henrik Ibsen
233. Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen
234. Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton
235. A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry
236. ALIVE!, Piers Paul Read
237. Grapefruit, Yoko Ono
238. Trickster Makes This World, Lewis Hyde
240. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
241. Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Unbeliever, Stephen Donaldson
242. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
242. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon
243. Summerland, Michael Chabon
244. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
245. Candide, Voltaire
246. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More, Roald Dahl
247. Ringworld, Larry Niven
248. The King Must Die, Mary Renault
249. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert Heinlein
250. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline LEngle
251. The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde
252. The House Of The Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
253. The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
254. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
255. The Great Gilly Hopkins, Katherine Paterson
256. Chocolate Fever, Robert Kimmel Smith
257. Xanth: The Quest for Magic, Piers Anthony
258. The Lost Princess of Oz, L. Frank Baum
259. Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon
260. Lost In A Good Book, Jasper Fforde
261. Well Of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde
261. Life Of Pi, Yann Martel
263. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver
264. A Yellow Rraft In Blue Water, Michael Dorris
265. Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder
267. Where The Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls
268. Griffin & Sabine, Nick Bantock
269. Witch of Blackbird Pond, Joyce Friedland
270. Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH, Robert C. OBrien
271. Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt
272. The Cay, Theodore Taylor
273. From The Mixed-Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg
274. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
275. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
276. The Kitchen God's Wife, Amy Tan
277. The Bone Setter's Daughter, Amy Tan
278. Relic, Duglas Preston & Lincolon Child
279. Wicked, Gregory Maguire
280. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
281. Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry
282. The Girl Next Door, Jack Ketchum
283. Haunted, Judith St. George
284. Singularity, William Sleator
285. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
286. Different Seasons, Stephen King
287. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
288. About a Boy, Nick Hornby
289. The Bookmans Wake, John Dunning
290. The Church of Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns
291. Illusions, Richard Bach
292. Magics Pawn, Mercedes Lackey
293. Magics Promise, Mercedes Lackey
294. Magics Price, Mercedes Lackey
295. The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav
296. Spirits of Flux and Anchor, Jack L. Chalker
297. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice
298. The Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, Brenda Love
299. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace.
300. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison.
301. The Cider House Rules, John Irving
302. Enders Game, Orson Scott Card
303. Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland
304. The Lions Game, Nelson Demille
305. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars, Stephen Brust
306. Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh
307. Foucault's Pendulum, Umberto Eco
308. Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson
309. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
310. Camber of Culdi, Kathryn Kurtz
311. The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
312. War and Rememberance, Herman Wouk
313. The Art of War, Sun Tzu
314. The Giver, Lois Lowry
315. The Telling, Ursula Le Guin
316. Xenogenesis (or Liliths Brood), Octavia Butler
317. A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold
318. The Curse of Chalion, Lois McMaster Bujold
319. The Aeneid, Publius Vergilius Maro
320. Hanta Yo, Ruth Beebe Hill
321. The Princess Bride, S. Morganstern
322. Beowulf, Anonymous
323. The Sparrow, Maria Doria Russell
324. Deerskin, Robin McKinley
325. Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey
326. Passage, Connie Willis
327. Otherland, Tad Williams
328. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay
329. Number the Stars, Lois Lowry
330. Beloved, Toni Morrison
331. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christs Childhood Pal, Christopher Moore
332. The mysterious disappearance of Leon, I mean Noel, Ellen Raskin
333. Summer Sisters, Judy Blume
334. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
335. The Island on Bird Street, Uri Orlev
336. Midnight in the Dollhouse, Marjorie Filley Stover
337. The Miracle Worker, William Gibson
338. The Genesis Code, John Case
339. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevensen
340. Paradise Lost, John Milton (bits of it)
341. Phantom, Susan Kay
342. The Mummy or Ramses the Damned, Anne Rice
343. Anno Dracula, Kim Newman
344: The Dresden Files: Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
345: Tokyo Suckerpunch, Issac Adamson
346: The Winter of Magics Return, Pamela Service
347: The Oddkins, Dean R. Koontz
348. My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok
349. The Last Goodbye, Raymond Chandler
350. At Swim, Two Boys, Jaime O'Neill
351. Othello, by William Shakespeare
352. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
353. The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats
354. Sati, Christopher Pike
355. The Inferno
356. The Apology, Plato
357. The Small Rain, Madeline LEngle
358. The Man Who Tasted Shapes, Richard E. Cytowick
359. 5 Novels, Daniel Pinkwater
360. The Sevenwaters Trilogy, Juliet Marillier
361. Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier
362. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
363. Our Town, Thorton Wilder
364. Green Grass Running Water, Thomas King
335. The Interpreter, Suzanne Glass
336. The Moors Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie
337. The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson
338. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
339. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
340. The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
341. Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg
342. The Changeover, Margaret Mahy
343. Howls Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones
344. Angels and Demons, Dan Brown
345. Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo
346. Shosha, Isaac Bashevis Singer
347. Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck
348. The Diving-bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
349. The Lunatic at Large by J. Storer Clouston
350. Time for Bed by David Baddiel
351. Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold
352. Quite Ugly One Morning by Christopher Brookmyre
353. The Bloody Sun by Marion Zimmer Bradley
354. Sewer, Gas, and Eletric by Matt Ruff
355. Jhereg by Steven Brust
356. So You Want To Be A Wizard by Diane Duane
357. Perdido Street Station, China Mieville
358. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Bronte
359. Road-side Dog, Czeslaw Milosz
360. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
361. Neuromancer, William Gibson
362. The Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick
363. A Canticle for Liebowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr
364. The Mask of Apollo, Mary Renault
365. The Gunslinger, Stephen King
366. Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
367. Childhoods End, Arthur C. Clarke
368. A Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman
369. Ivanhoe, Walter Scott
370. The God Boy, Ian Cross
371. The Beekeepers Apprentice, Laurie R. King
372. Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson
373. Misery, Stephen King
374. Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
375. Hood, Emma Donoghue
376. The Land of Spices, Kate OBrien
377. The Diary of Anne Frank
378. Regeneration, Pat Barker
379. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
380. Dreaming in Cuban, Cristina Garcia
381. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
382. The View from Saturday, E.L. Konigsburg
383. Dealing with Dragons, Patricia Wrede
384. Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Lynne Truss
385. A Severed Wasp - Madeleine LEngle
386. Here Be Dragons - Sharon Kay Penman
387. The Mabinogion (Ancient Welsh Tales) - translated by Lady Charlotte E. Guest
388. The DaVinci Code - Dan Brown
389. Desire of the Everlasting Hills - Thomas Cahill
390. The Cloister Walk - Kathleen Norris
391. The Things We Carried, Tim OBrien
392. I Know This Much Is True, Wally Lamb
393. Choke, Chuck Palahniuk
394. Enders Shadow, Orson Scott Card
395. The Memory of Earth, Orson Scott Card
396. The Iron Tower, Dennis L. McKiernen
397. Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand
398. A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L'Engle
399. Lords of Discipline, Pat Conroy
400. Hyperion, Dan Simmons
401. If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, Jon McGregor
402. The Bridge, Iain Banks
403. Practical Demonkeeping, Christopher Moore
404. Promethea, Alan Moore
405. The curious incident of the dog in the night-time, Mark Haddon
406. Archangel - Robert Harris
407. Vernon god little - dbc pierre
408. Ultimate spiderman - Brian Michael Bendis
409. The Glamour, Christopher Priest
410. The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque, Jeffrey Ford
411. The Third Person, Steve Mosby
412. Psychoville, Christopher Fowler
413. The Street of Crocodiles, Bruno Schulz
414. The Constant Gardener,John Le Carre
415. The Priestess of Avalon,Marion Bradley
416. The Mists of Avalon,Marion Bradley 417: Einstein's Dreams, Alan Lightman
418. The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread ,Pat Robertson
419. Abarat ,Clive Barker
420. The City of Beasts,Isabel Allende
421. The House of the Spirits ,Isabel Allende
422. American Gods,Neil Gaiman
423. Coraline,Neil Gaiman
424. Like Water for Chocolate,Laura Esquivel
425. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,JK Rowling
426. Artemis Fowl and the Eternity Code,Eoin Colfer
427. Artemis Fowl and the Arctic Incident,Eoin Colfer
428. The Sun Also Rises,Ernest Hemingway
429. The Invisible Man,Ralph Waldo Ellison
420. Ogre, Ogre,Piers Anthony
421. The Good Earth, Pearl S. Buck
422. The Original English Translation of The Arabian Nights, (translated by) Sir Richard Francis Burton
423. Veronika Decides To Die, Paulo Coelho
424. Thus Spake Zarathustra, Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
425. Gender Trouble, Judith Butler
426. The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir
427. She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb
428. Season of Passage by Christopher Pike
429. Imajica by Clive Barker
430. By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept, Paolo Coelho
431. The Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers
432. Tuesdays With Morrie, Mitch Albom
433. The Taming of the Shrew by Shakespeare
434. The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
435. The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire
436. The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle
437. Nightworld by L.J Smith
438. Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton
439. Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant by Anne Tyler
440. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
441. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
442. Welcome to Temptation, Jennifer Crusie
443. Utopia, Thomas More
444. The School at the Chalet, Elinor M. Brent-Dyer
445. Cat's Eye, Margaret Atwood
446. Daughter of the Blood, Anne Bishop
447. Avenging Janie, Lynne Kelly
448. Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
449. Ilium, Dan Simmons
450. The Eight, Katherine Neville
451. Summer Edith, Wharton
452. The Bucanners, Edith Wharton
453. White Teeth, Zadie Smith
454. Dangerous Liasons, Choderlos de Laclos
455. The Shining, Stephen King
456. I'm the King of the Castle, Susan Hill
457. Going Postal, Terry Pratchett
458. The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides
459. The Cement Garden, Ian McEwan
500. Antony and Cleopatra, William Shakespeare

32 read, 11 aren't at home, and there are 19 lying around in the house that I either didn't bother reading, or haven't gotten down to reading. gosh. I should open a library. my house is full of crazy madhat books that nobody thought anyone would have. or so I think lah.

and even though I've been away from blogging for FIVE FREAKING DAYS, oh my it sounds absolutely terrible, I'm now too lazy to blog. just that yesterday had lovely day with my daaaarling buddy, and NO YOU ARE NOT LOUSY, and my memory of alicia was right after all. and she has damn sac face. ahaha.

and I am tired. I shall see if I find the energy and inspiration and BLAH to reply daaarling marilyn. she wrote a river of words, absolutely torrential. terrified my sister. wait till I open that document of our correspondence...

and I have nothing else to say. although actually getting into the account is no big deal, I'm just...oh never mind.

I won't say much. just this song. the melody is nicer than the lyrics, but I thought I'd just put it here. it's the last song that kelly sang for project superstar. a damn old coco lee song. 1995.

(a loved woman ~ coco lee
in front of the mirror
I am a loved woman
he's right outside the door
this weekend I can rest in his arms

in front of my lover
I am still a unmarried woman
if love lacks fate
I can only put in great emotion without seriousness

why is it that when I'm loved,
sometimes it feels so painful
why is it that I still fear waking up alone
why is it that when I'm in love,
my days are still empty
why is it that you cannot be part of my future

let love settle down 
I will not be cute and young forever
my beauty needs your gentle care
to help it remain in me
let love settle down
let us not separate ever
I don't want our love to be another rehearsal
I don't always find the strength to carry on
after every breakup)

encased in ice @ 2357

yay it's SEPTEMBER! okay I'm not supposed to be like hurray and all since prelims are peeking round the corner but I can't help it. I meant to blog last night but then I realised that it was 31st august so I thought oh NEVER mind I'll do it today.

but I'll still talk about yesterday. wednesdays remain my rest day. how horrid. I'm supposed to study literature like NOW so that I don't end up flunking ms k's paper tomorrow because I can't flunk HERS. and I'm not studying tonight thanks to project superstar. should I watch? perhaps I'll just watch a little here and there instead.

anyway, yesterday. went for tuition in the morning, and then yeah we kids sprang the surprise on my dear math tuition teacher. poor thing. she was like eh where you people come from?? and then she looked at me and said AND YOU KNEW?! I was like hehheh. ah well. and the guys bought this BEAUTIFUL windchime for her...didn't expect those 2 to get together something like THAT. should have taken a picture. damn. it was really nice.

and then I had to rush off like hell because I was supposed to meet sister slightly before 1230 at clementi (can you imagine the damn journey from pasir ris) but like duh I was late. we were going to kbox! haha. and then the girl rattled off the entire package as usual and then she told us that she'll be giving us the 'middle-sized' room and that if need be, we'll have to transfer to a smaller room.

the freaking middle sized room could fit like 6-7 people!!! so big for WHAT?! I think the small ones were occupied by all the lunch package people. at nearly four they made us move. well, we were fine with that. we'd finished singing all the nonsensical japanese songs by then anyway.

yeah and we sang real stupid songs. japanese, mandrin, cantonese...we just missed the hokkien! damn! ahahaha. oh and I should have checked out on the korean. I think they have some sort of a selection. haha.

and then I came home at like half past 7 (gosh the ride was long...) and then I slacked until now. woke up so late just now. then had lunch, and I'm here.

and I think that my next layout should feature izumi, but I don't know how. I was thinking of making it super plain with little kyo squatting at the bottom of my screen, but if I feature kyo twice in a year ah ting will SCREAM me down because I refuse to put miyavi. aiyah I'm biased, can?

and then...well nightmare was a really really good idea but no nice pictures! because nightmare looks wonderful only recently, thus most galleries carry the older pictures and yomi looks a total mess. ruka and sakito are kinda alright, but...yomi...

oh and I miss sakito of DLQ fame. he was kinda pretty...and thus I decided on izumi from kagrra, because honestly, nao isn't pretty anymore. his makeup wasn't too bad, but the pretty one left is actually a fight between big eyed akiya and mature elegant izumi. isshi looks lunatic, nao looks like a cheeky boy, and shin looks like the world owes him a living.

and after 3 paragraphs of rambling and nonsense, it's izumi! I'll find something....mumblemumble...

oh and I have discovered that I should be awarded the best stalker prize after all. maril remind me to tell you all about it. well okay, it isn't too long. just that you might crash your head against some freaking wall nearby. which is a bad prospect, really...

and you know I'm getting tired of studying literature. I'm so lazy to go memorise quotes, but I know I must. and then I'm so tired of reading all the notes on themes and issues and blah blah blah.