geez. my tights have got holes in them. and they're new. my mum's pissed. she says i dunno how to wear tights even after so many years of wearing them. haha. i don't really care. i can't wait for history. i just love history. and trust me, i ain't talking about teachers. and i think that chung cheng boys are damn it freaky. especially the lower sec guys. no wait. especially the sec one guys. sooo freaky, omgosh. they were like bullying this poor guy on the bus, and i was literally cornered by them. gosh. they were joking with him i guess, and they seemed to think it was funny. so they were like giving each other slaps and punches and strangling each other and spouting vulgars and whatnot. they totally spoil their cchs image please. the SAP image. damn freaky. i shant even mention the upper sec. anyway, i went to the library today. after that freak incident with the rain. rah. read this really dark book that's written in a real sarcastic way, but it's horror. quite horrific. the scene's set in china and it's about this writer and blood donar that meet everyweek to talk and eat. yah and the writer's writing a book about stories that he personally recounts. and about alot of philosophicl issues. the first story's about this cremator. and people specially go to him to cremate their bodies. and he chooses special music for them/ yah and this creep, he's sucha psycho. he loves the looks of the warm clean white bones that come out from the cremator. and he can't wait to cremate his mum. gosh./ but it's rather cheem. the language he uses. and the second recount is about this lady. she's as pretty as any girl that you see on the streets but she is very attractive to men. and she had a relationship with this painter whom she loves alot. but like the usual, the painter broke up with her. and i think she was like a hostess or something. so she wanted to perform. and what did she want to perform? suicide. gosh and the director was just like, oh that'll be cool. and she wanted the tickets to be like one buck? and in return for that act, she only wanted one ticket, for the painter. and the freaky thing is, she wasn't even scared. there was the audience, and she was in the court, and she started making all those actions to startle the tiger, and the tiger pranced on her, and started devouring her. she actually enjoyed the feeling. they described it all. rather sexually inclined though. and she was really proud when she saw that the painter was actually so horrified. cause she wanted his attention. and yes, she died in the end. contented. but there are alot of stories on mistresses and vulgars and stuff like that. haha. went to bugis street which is so humid. i doubt i'll ever go there again. oh and i had a soya icecream which is uber good. it's low sugar and fat and healthy. yah but i didn't eat it for that matter of fact/ i ate it cause i wanted to try it. it's good.:)
dance club is a little like a hierachy at times. seriously literally. actually i shouldnt be writing this down. but. whatever. if you're good, you get the top roles. if you suck, or if she doesn't like your style, you'll just get some weird part, like one second in the production, or be a reserve and waste time or do lighting. the world's so realitised.
okay this is a vid sung by rufus wainwright. was listening to it during art. it's ulu ok. the way they filmed it.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, They call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, They stumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing Through my open mind inciting and inviting me. Limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns, And calls me on and on across the universe.
Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
Jai Guru Deva Jai Guru Deva Jai Guru Deva Jai Guru Deva...
