clarkey kway

i love my mom.

i'd write things so incredibly boring that i won't.

read my diary instead.

so instead of practicing keys with the youth band (who treat me or maybe everyone else too as always there and dispensable), i "needed a break" and went off to clarke quay with Tricia and Delane.

(and here comes a thoroughly mind-stretching account)

we met at the clarke quay (or "clarkey kway" as i say it) mrt station/mall. me with my red eyes.

then blah blah blah in points now.

- "british" takeaway's bangers and mash consist of bangers (sausages) that squirt at you viciously and liquified potatoes coming out of a machine.

- we waved to tourists. most of them waved back.

- went back to the mall to buy nail polish (by chance) and watch a fashion showcase with not-very-good models (not by chance).

- went round the stores looking at... was it rings?

then we went back home. (5-something pm)

to my house.

Delane and Tricia stayed at my house playing with the wii and i heard it was FUN (i nearly punched a hole in the tv once, by the way). but i had to leave for youth service.

they were there til 8.

we also took pictures.

colors. lots of colors.

we're thinking!
sexy socks.
Delane's foot.

takeaway crushed ice!

sky

baby baby baby

i think Tyra Banks blinks her longish eyelashes too much.

anyway.

sports day. argh.

or, -insert certain sound people make when prodded with various sharp objects-

(i went to the room to get my camera wire-thing and instead of switching on the lights i flipped the fan instead but i got the wire anyway. i say "instead".)

sunblock is good for you.

yellow,

blue,

red.

Tricia and Gracelynn look so awesome blue.
love the face(s).

i was, rubbing my eye."what are you doing, Gracelynn?!"

i bit her arm, cos it said,

goodnight

i'm reading Peter Pan In Scarlet, the official sequel to Peter Pan.

i am partial to the fairies. so sue me.

BUT ANYWAY.

while i wasn't writing you, i've been in and out of seasons.

"And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape."

that kind of sums it up.

and no, it isn't that kind of insecurity most girls my age get.

"oh my god, i'm so fat!"

"oh my god, what if he doesn't like me?"

no, it's the kind of crappy thing you get when you say you're such a great actor you even fool yourself and you feel everyone can't see you and you think everyone's treating you like a baby (when they get around to even seeing you) and the kind of thing that makes you stay up writing in your journal/big blank book and contemplate ahem.

again.

The Kills

Cheap And Cheerful

I'm bored of cheap and cheerful
I want expend some sadness
Hospital bills, parole
Open doors to madness

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I'm sick of social crazes
Show your sharp tipped teeth
Lose your cool in public
Did the legal meet

'Cause love is just a dialogue
You can't survive on ice-cream
You got to see me dancing dog

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

new thing.

oh.

i see.

and how would this affect me/him/her/them?

mmm.

i'm afraid it's impossible.

not having my phone for a week...

...resulted in...

12 text messages.

five of which were from Sarah L:

1) "Alex Sarti is so hot! :)"
2) "Alex Sarti is hot, i bet youre jealous!"
3) "chad michael murray is one-quarter Japanese, wtf, he's hot"
4) "hahahahaha, im getting my hair cut right now. i think i saw my myspace friend farah"
5) "MY MOM THOUGHT VIN DIESEL AND CHRIS DAUGHTRY ARE THE SAME PERSON HAHAHAHAHAHA"

two were from Tricia (something along the lines of):
1) "rar my hair's so messed up, i used gel but it's not working my hair's too thin..."
2) "do you want to sneak in to watch Juno at around 7.30?"

two were from my mom, who forgot that i left my cell at my piano teacher's house, and therefore thought i was hit by a truck/kidnapped/something something.

one was a voicemail.

the other two were messages from Jolene and Amanda, asking me WHY HAVEN'T YOU COME TO SCHOOL TODAY (strained ankle) and CAN YOU LEND ME NEW MOON respectively.

bahahahaha.

miley cyrus

"Here's a news flash. Your kids should not skip school to see the "Hannah Montana" movie, unless it is one of your goals to teach your kids that they can blow off an important obligation to indulge a petty whim. It might be OK to skip school to see a truly world-class artist perform, or to see a movie that somehow relates to something going on in the classroom, bringing learning to life. Miley Cyrus is neither. She might be someday, but today she is a chicken nugget of a performer. If you ever want your kids to develop taste, you won't let them gorge themselves on nuggets -- even if all the other kids are doing it and your kids swear they'll never eat again if you don't give them what they want.

These teen idols, besides charging $30 for fan-club membership, are doing one thing: They're making our teens and preteens idle. Instead of watching quality movies, reading good books and learning to sing and play instruments on their own, our kids are indulging in the fantasy that their idols are sitting just across the family room. Really, these young stars are sitting on huge piles of money that would be better invested in college savings funds, and squandering irreplaceable time that could be better spent on something smart or, at the very least, on quality entertainment."

y'know, i never liked her from the beginning.