STUDENT (on Little Britain) He stripped all the way down and had sex with the prime minister!
JOSEPH TOH Ah, but you didn’t see his little twinky.
April 16th, 2008
from Quotable Quotes, courtesy of Gayle Tay
what gayle does in class
dude ur so retarded
To pique your interest here is the last part.
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“Foolish ignoramuses!!” yielded Voldemort from his broomstick. “Thou shall all dye soon.”
“Think again you fucking muggle poser!!1” Harry yelled and then he and Diablo and Navel both took out blak guns! But Voldimort took out his own one.
“U guyz are in a Latin stand-of!!111” I shouted despariedrly.
“Acco Nevel’s wand!!11” cried Voldrimort nd suddenly Nevil’s wind was in his hands. “Now I shall kill thee all and Evony u will die!!11111”
He maid lighting come all over da place.
“Save us Ebony!” Dumbledark cried.
I cried sexily I just wanted 2 go 2 the commen room and slit my wrists with mi friends while we watched Shark Attak 3 and Saw 2 and do it with Draco but I knew I had 2 do somefing more impotent.
“ABRA KEDABRA!!11111” I shooted.
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It is goth!hp fic. It is awesome shit. I laughed for ages. You will too. READ IT NOW.
bleeding love
Closed off from sleep
I didn’t need the pain
Eight hours was enough
Mugging was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My brain melts into the ground
’cause I had no clue
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say
I won’t mug with you
They try to drag me in
But they don’t know the truth
My brain’s crippled by the exams
That I keep on failing
My GPA is being pulled down and I’m
Oversleeping,
Keep oversleeping, now
I keep sleeping,
I keep oversleeping now
Keep sleeping
Keep, keep sleeping now
so many of us! so many of us!
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
(mushrooms/sylvia plath)
the ship was sinking; we were drinking, singing one last song
casting our gold into the ocean
you grabbed a bucket, started screaming “come on, come on”
trying to slow the donward motion
back in the kingdom we were kings and queens and oh so strong
that God himself could not contain us
we never thought we’d be the shorter end of sword and gun
now God himself could not have saved us
waves of silver, waves of gold
are coming down to take me
and separate my body from my soul
and Jesus either leaves or takes me
hopes of heaven, fears of hell
and what’s the chance i’ll make it?
when all my other plans have failed
and i’ve tried so hard to fake it
(one last song/josiah leming)
his posture and movement is slightly very disturbing but the tune is addictive.
i am subconsciously worried about many things, which in turn worries me. i think i’m more worried about not being worried than the actual worrisome things themselves. which is, consequently, worrying in itself.
i have no priorities.
thank you to all the people who gave me about a total of 15-20 missed calls this morning, and baoyi’s “you do know the english exam is first block don’t you” at 6.30 am. also thanks to the taxi driver who indeed drove very fast, like i’d requested him to.
i don’t mind paying for the $15 ride myself, but the thing i’m rather annoyed at is the fact that this morning, waking my stepdad up to ask if he would consider sending me wasn’t even an option.
and also, when my mom came home last night, she swore at me four times within the first hour, and when i got lazy and didn’t want to tell the whole story to sam(antha) via sms she insisted on seeing it and on reading “maybe seeing me inevitably pisses her off” she started ranting about how selfish i am that i refused to tell my friends the whole story and thus cast her in a bad light.
and also how this morning when i was extremely and dangerously late, she seemed more concerned about scolding me about how i have time to “always go out with sam and mich and eat dinner at carl’s and spend so much money” and yet we “don’t talk about the english exam” and how i never buy dinner back (disregarding the fact that they don’t even like carl’s jr or any other fast food for that matter) even when i go out with my friends.
not that i was relying on it but she didn’t even give any solutions to the possible and very probably problem that i would be late for my exam. and also, even though i had reminded her a milllion times, when i woke up and yelled that i was going to be late, she had just started ironing my pinafore, which had just been taken out of the washing machine. consequently i spent the bus+taxi ride to school with a damp blouse and damp pinafore. damp as in leave-buttprint damp.
i mean, i don’t even feel anything when i get scolded or ranted at anymore. it’s just a sort of detachment.
instead of loving my family, i pour whatever love i have left into my dreams and my poems and my thoughts and very rarely, my friends.
when i last saw my dad he gave me a hug and it was the first time in many years that i’ve cried because he was going away. i thought i’d gotten used to it ages ago but recently i’ve grown exponentially closer to him. so how come i still feel so far away?
it’s not like i feel that there’s nothing intrisically wrong with the fact that i hardly ever ask my mom for anything except to settle our finances/launder my uniforms or clothes in general or sometimes food, but what else is there? she doesn’t give me a chance, and i no longer feel like i should go out of my way to give her one.
the laundry is now probably around a head or so taller than i am. i am afraid putting a single extra item will result in an avalance. it is screaming for attention and everyone except the person who is supposed to be doing it, hears.
life really sucks sometimes.
MR AZAHAR HAS A CUTE BUTT
mr ong walked out on pe class yesterday because we were talking, and even though i skipped school today and only went for cca because i woke up late, sam says he was holding out on us, and didn’t even talk to us during pe while we played soccer.
i am grasping at straws trying to think of what to do.
i went after him on monday because no one else seemed to want to do it, and he told me to shoo the rest of 412 away and he said “do i look pissed? i’m smiling at you aren’t i” but obviously he was pissed. and he had a right to be.
instead of saying what i wanted to say i.e. “but mr ong, will you come back tomorrow?” i said “if we behave ourselves will you forgive us?” because it would have been too loveresque.
he said he would see and according to sam we were unusually wellbehaved but he isn’t going to make it easy.
haikus for mr ong
so many of us!
and we run through the silence,
only to reach you.
to elysian fields,
we remain silent in shame,
so near yet so far.
oh, how you burn
the sun
that day i caught you in flagrante delicto.
you were blazing an endless trail of fire,
slow in the sky.
they label your movement sunrise, sunset.
lovers kiss and consume in your name,
but you are this glorious incomparable incarnation.
i would wait for your touch, which only burns me.
to me, you taste like caution and endless desire
stretching into the horizon.
what would i taste like to you?
i orbit around your furious fire,
hoping for possibility.
the earth traces an endless ellipse in the skies,
spinning into infinity.
in the night, you burn, still:
but no one sees.
(21 April)
in flagrante delicto: latin for “while the crime is blazing.” a legal term equivalent to “caught red-handed”.
oh and does kester taste like cheese still. or have i remembered wrongly :x
fade to gray
World
On the other side of the world,
you pass the moon to me,
like a loving cup,
or a quaich.
I roll you the sun.
I go to bed,
as you’re getting up
on the other side of the world.
You have scattered the stars
towards me here, like seeds
in the earth.
All through the night,
i have sent you
bunches, bouquets, of cloud
to the other side of the world;
so my love will be shade
where you are,
and yours,
as I turn in my sleep,
the bud of a star.
Carol Ann Duffy
untitled cos im emo
take the sky, for example
a canvas of a billion suns
but our local hero shines them out by day
save for the blinking of venus or mars
some call me all kinds of names
some say i don’t play the right kind of games
i try to be honest, try to be kind
and honestly leave when i know that it’s time
hear a phoebe sing its only song
the summer’s day is hovering
i’ll write my full heart,
troubles fly like embers
out the windows of our travelling car
even the stars sometimes fade to grey
even the stars hideaway
(hideaway/the weepies)
i ran 14:57 for 2.4 km today, which would have been an A in sec1 but is now a B. damn.
also, this photo is possibly the most embarassing one ever. thank god i’m not in it. also, the comments are worse than slash fic, comparatively.
i think this boy deserves mention for his poems, one of which is featured below.
venus as the evening star
Venus
glows white
in an evening sky,
radiates acrylic orange
twilight and illuminates the night.
She hides from morning as galaxies collide,
but Venus again is consumed by the tides.
A whore, she uncoils and succumbs undivine.
“Shine to Elysium and escape!” she cries.
The fractured necks of swans extend,
still her river twists and winds.
Born impure on a
bacchanal moon,
she serves for
other’s crimes.
Venus screams
to a tired
dawn,
but
no
one
hears.
(electric feel/31 March)
first roll of film on the vivitar
these aren’t including the photos that were blurry/had my finger in them, both due to the fact that the viewfinder is a lie.
re: sunset and underexposed flowers, every damn shot i risk my life for turns out badly. @($%!!!
developing 36 exposures cost me $15.90, and 4 rolls of film $13. now i know why they invented digital cameras; film is indecently expensive. my mom tells me there is a shop in bras basah where they develop at 15 cents per piece but i doubt it is like that anymore.
countdown
ten things i wish i could say to ten different people right now (don’t name the person):
1. maybe i could be more than enough.
2. i wish my heart had given you a chance.
3. can i grope your butt?
4. you’re whinier than you think you are.
5. could you fall at my feet?
6. iz b fangirl nao? :x
7. if you need me, i’m always here.
8. stop being so clingy.
9. never let me go.
10. i want your legs.
nine things about myself:
1. i’m actually really smart.
2. i think being truthful is better than just being nice all the time.
3. i was skinnier a long time ago.
4. comparatively, i actually suck at violin.
5. i like singing.
6. origami cranes are addictive.
7. my poems rhyme with my dreams.
8. i’m inclined towards incoherency.
9. i am an objective shopper, really.
eight ways to win my heart:
1. through my stomach.
2. be effortlessly funny and entertaining.
3. in secret, be shamelessly romantic.
4. read a lot.
5. refrain from being too attached.
6. have nice hair and legs and just generally be minimally okay-looking.
7. speak and type reasonably well.
8. listen to me when i rant, and rant back.
seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. KYLE
2. homework
3. school
4. poems
5. songs
6. rs
7. lomography/photography
six things i wish i never did:
1. think that it’s better if we break.
2. procrastinate.
3. start wanting you.
4. buy that swimsuit.
5. eat so much.
6. stop keeping secrets.
five turn offs:
1. being too short.
2. a singaporean/ahbeng accent.
3. typing without a semblance of intelligence.
4. stupidity. or, being too boring.
5. being shy.
four turn ons:
1. being funny, or at least entertaining.
2. a nice voice.
3. nice legs.
4. being able to write well.
three words that describe my life:
1. fleeting.
2. metaphorical.
3. amusing. or, emotional.
two things i want to do before i die:
1. learn how to love lastingly.
2. see the world.
one confession:
1. in my songs i fill in your name
