i think i know where my (sometimes) inner bitch comes from.

watching "queen B" Blair Waldorf and "that motherchucker" Chuck Bass on Gossip Girl nearly kill each other with words kinda fills me with happiness. i'm rooting for them when season 3 comes out- oohh i hope they'ld stay together cos watching them crucify themselves all the way to the season 2 finale made me want to throw my soci textbook at them (say the magic eight letters already!). the emotional tension almost killed me- both of them are seriously the most talented actress/actors on the cast list. (i'll stop with the bimbotic-ness after the next paragraph but humour me will you?)

plus, Nate Archibald is too boring when he's with Blair- he should totally stick with Vanessa, the brooklyn indie street-smart sunshiny girl. ever since the day Vanessa ignored Nate's incredible good looks and got annoyed at him for thinking he's "all that" by dumping his old SATs books onto her friend, Dan Humphrey, she got my vote. oh and the only way i got through 50 episodes of gossip girl was wanting to know what Blair & Chuck were gonna do next, rather than what Blair's best friend, Serena Van Der Woodsen (the main protagenist on Gossip Girl), was gonna do. i mean, Serena's a nice person and all but watching her do the bad-girl-redeeming-herself-but-gets-into-deep-shit-anyway routine irked me after a while.

(ok ok. so i cheated a bit in the middle of season 2 cos i just typed in "chuck and blair" with the episode number (2x07 for example) on youtube just to get ahead a bit- the dan and serena plot got on my nerves.)


picture below: pretty Serena Van Der Woodsen (Blake Lively- i love her hair & she was on Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants which i also lovelovelove), Chuck Bass (played by Ed Westwick, who's BRITISH but has the most convincing snooty upper manhattan american accent that i forget he's not a native american. like hello. HE'S BRITISH. how is that not irresistable? like a young Christian Bale that boy is), the beautiful Blair Waldorf (leighton meester- i swear i keep wanting to steal her clothes) with preppy-handsome-boy Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford).





cast shot with Blair, Chuck, Vanessa (played by Jessica Scholz- isn't she just gorgeous? i'm freaking jealous cos i can never pull off 'effortless' like she can), Nate, Serena and Dan Humphrey (Penn Badgley- he was kinda dull in the beginning. but was alright in the end).





they're supposed to be 16 year olds in the show, but seriously, the directors MUST be kidding me.


and before i dive into my annoyance with the skeletal 90210 show or do a 90s flashback comparison with Dawson's Creek or gush happily over watching re-runs of Gilmore Girls or go wax lyrical over vampires, i should really end my chick fest here for now. haha.


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out & about in geyland: it's all about being GLITTERY GREY.

something wicked this way comes.

i've found that if i don't talk about the plans brewing in my head out loud, they'ld most likely work out on their own, as long as i don't open my big mouth and blabber about it. maybe i don't like people expecting me to do things- added pressure to make sure whatever it was i said outloud happens. or maybe i'm just superstitious. or maybe i'm just unluckily prone to disappointments.

i've found that SOME people have a tendency of repeating themselves despite the fact that SOME of us actually do have ears and can hear very well thank you very much. SOME people forget that SOME of us are actually 30cm away and don't appreciate being shouted/bellowed/hollared at like as though SOME of us were on Jupiter.

i've found that sometimes admitting you made a mistake isn't really always best. it's better to stretch the truth rather than getting into deeper shit.

when i was younger, there were 2 things i truly cherished. one was the casette tape of the music of Aladdin, complete with the orchestral pieces & crystal clear voices of Lea Salonga & Robin Williams, which i made my dad buy after watching the disney animation. with the casette, i didn't need to watch the movie cos i could picture the scenes in my head if i carefully listened to the music with my eyes closed.

probably why i don't find band concerts boring.

the second thing, or things, were these video tapes (yeah. you saw that right. VIDEO TAPES- bricks that can give people massive concussions) which i'ld watch over and over and over again, everyday, before and after kindergarden. i was allowed 6 of my own. 4 were Disney's version of Cinderella ("Watch out for Lucifier!" "Uh Gus, Gus"), Beauty & the Beast ("Monseau Gaston, isn't he dreamy? Monseau Gaston, oh he's so cute"), Aladdin and The Lion King ("in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonighttt..").

i also had a tape that had a collection of classic '80s mtv music videos that my dad recorded, which included people like Vanessa Williams ("Colours of the Wind"- me & my sis would mimic her graceful hand-with-scarf movements), Paula Abdul (she danced with this cartoon character of a coolass fox & had a nerdy Keanu Reeves in one of her videos), MC Hammer, plus that guy who sang "I feel in my fingers, i feel it in my toes" song.

and finally, the last one had all of Michael Jackson's classic music videos & one of his famous Live concerts. i remembered the first time i watched 'Smooth Criminal', i thought he was the most amazing guy alive cos there's this particular scene where he'ld lean impossibly lateral to the ground (i was a kid! i didn't believe in trick wires then) and get effortlessly back up again. 'Thriller' was one of the scariest things i've ever seen, especially the part where the zombies crawl out of their graves and kept dropping gooey parts of their bodies & that part when MJ turns into a werewolf. i tried not to watch 'Thriller' if i can help it 'cos it was spookay.

i kept watching the 'Remember The Time' music video just 'cos of the part where MJ would spin and vanish into gold dust which i thought was wayy cool. and that video (i can't remember the title now) where there were all these '80s stars like Whoopi Goldberg and the guys from Ghostbusters who were looking for MJ (who was directly above them) which was hilarious.

when the movie, Free Willy 2 came out(you know... the one about that handsome boy who was friends with an Orca, a giant killer whale, but had a brat of a little brother?) along came MJ's 'Childhood' music video which broke my heart 'cos i rmbed wanting to be a kid forever and ever but the video proved to me that i couldn't.

i especially loved 'Black & White' and the 'Earth Song'- i thought it was just woah that he had these scenes which were sensitive to the cultural uniqueness of various groups around the world, which no other musician ever really did before or since.

ok ok, so i lied about noticing the 'cultural uniqueness' thing (hello, i was only in k1/k2/p1, so i didn't know any better). but i guess it's ironic that those 5min songs subconciously taught me more about race relations and the environment than what years of social studies and Racial Harmony Days have mechanically tried to do for me. AND raise your hands if you laughed like crazy when Macaulay Culkin (frm Home Alone) tried to blast his dad to outer space with his crazy ass "are you nuts?" speakers in "Black & White".

all being said, i just can't believe that someone who's so much part of my childhood is gone. i took for granted that he's going to stick around for a long time, like Diana Ross and Paul McCartney, one of those legends who would pop up in the middle of a concert and blow people away. i know my children and grandchildren would miss out on living through & listening to one of the greatest musical performers ever which really is just heartbreakingly sad.


I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne

People say I'm strange that way
'Cause I love such elementary things,
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known

Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my Childhood?




May the rest of us have a fulfilling life like yours;
someone who really truly tried to make the world a better place in his own way.

Rest in peace.

i really think i should get rid of my chatbox. i don't check on it that much and often i'm itching to give a long-ish reply but the response box isn't big enough so i give up.

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why boys are luckier #1- there's this amazing cultural exchange thing for my rover group to egypt BUT they only accept boys. OH WOE THINE FATE. i think it's probably because egypt is an outright muslim country and fraternizing opportunities with the opposite sex is a no no (oh but same sex is fine i guess). DAMN IT.

why boys are luckier #2- they don't have the indignity of walking on heels the whole day. yes i know it's supposed to make legs slimmer, butt perkier, ankles smaller, look more lady-like and whatever else, but it's torture- so that girls can't run away fast enough from the parents.

however. we girls have perks too.

ever notice how it's cooler for girls to own "guy" cars like SUVs, Jeeps & other off-road-ish vehicles but it's soo terribly loser for a guy to own "girl" cars like a Beetle Volkswagen or a Mini Cooper (i LOVE beetles & coopers btw). at least that's what i noticed when i helped out at the annual SUVEC (a race from singapore to johor, with SUVs) anyway. and i've never seen so many outrightly rich people in the same area in my life before. 20k for just one modification. now that's crazy.

there's also the wonders of mascara and kohl/eyeliner. and the clothes out there. the colours! the cutting! the material!

plus most of us can get away with murder if we really tried hard enough.


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How sweet is life, but we're dying
How mellow the wine, but we're dry
How fragrant the rose, but it's dying
How gentle the wind but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What joys are in eyes that can't see?
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free

Ahh. The wonders of facebook. Why bother with a blog right, when i have the photos splashed left right and centre online.

But. Let ME tell YOU what's not in there. There're no photos over my current obsession on everything-that-has-to-do with Bon Jovi (did you know that Jon Bon Jovi's been married to his high school sweetheart for over 20 years? Plus, he's really one of the smartest, nicest & generous musicians on the planet- he does philanthropic work behind his own Philadelphia Soul American Football team and is an ambassador for Habitat for Humanity. Plus, he was really damn good-looking when he was younger. Actually, he still is damn good-looking though. Okay, I know I'm seriously gushing over guys who're 25 years older than me, but they, among the many rock groups of the 80s, are still surviving & thriving).

They're so under-rated among critics that it's silly. Like hello. Rock-to-the-ass anthems like Livin' On a Prayer ("take my hand & we'll make it i swear"), ("shot to the heart & you're to blame cos...") You Give Love a Bad Name, Wanted Dead or Alive, Always, Never Say Goodbye, I'll Be There For You etc etc etc are still classics. And of course, It's My Life & Have a Nice Day.

Here's Bon Jovi's take on the Beatles' "With a Little Help from My Friends". Forgive his hair, this was in 1993. But OMG listen to Jon's voice. And Richie's guitar solos. and Tico on the DRUMS. THE EFFING DRUMS MAN HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THE EFFING DRUMS.




And.
Neither can there be any photos to explain how much i loveloveLOVE Sugarland's incredibly soulful music. I used to detest country music but not anymore though. And nothing, NOTHING, can compare to watching Jennifer Nettles perform LIVE. "Stay" & "Just Might (Make Me Believe)" by Sugarland are on my playlist- both on replay mode.





I think it's when artists sound better live than on the CD that hallmarks the coming of truly awesome musicians. So give me Beyonce or Carrie Underwood any day. But no lip-syncing Ashlee Simpson for me please, thanks.

SO. the exams have been over for two weeks now and i'm bored out of my bleeding brain already.
(some place will be serving after hours)







the young and the freaking restless.

(BRING ME OUT)




and just because there are no photos, doesn't mean the thing didn't happen. but people need EVIDENCE. so yeah.
please, kids, stop hiding.


i wish i had somebody at my disposal, waiting on my hand and foot. damndamndamn the ice queen thing.


(like how cryptic can i get right?)