L i z z o n T O A S T !

cheers darling.

2008-05-04T19:45:00.001+09:00

onward!

to el Jay!

(ask me)

actually i think i moved there because of the "Writer's Block" feature.

but i kept trying to draw infinity

2008-04-20T19:39:00.002+09:00

bleedin' heck.

i am Lame.

Lame with a capital L.

Lame without the crutches, obviously.

i think i may be losing the use of my opposable thumbs :O

anyway.

cross-country runamajiggy, thingumy (friday)

was not cross-country at all. unless you count a gravel path cross-country.

gravel is not cross-country. gravel is annoying and gets into your socks and your shoes and your empty head.

the morning there (Bedok Reservoir) was pretty bad. it just finished raining and the (hot) morning sun came out.

i smelt mud.

wet mud. (obviously)

wet, squishy, sinks-your-shoes-like-a-ship-in-the-sea kind of mud.

crap.

and then we had to assemble under some tent/awning thing.

which made it worse.

because now with the lovely smell of mud was the lovely smell of hot people.

hot as in temperature, sweaty hot.

not Beckett-hot.

and to make it worse i think Phyllis stepped on a tiny frog.

during the "run" (in which only the crazy track people bothered to run 3.5 full kilometers), there was this dragonboat race.

ooer.

something to do with the Temasek Polytechnic orientation or somethinglikethat.

cos at that time i was texting Ezabel (myspace! myspace!) and this was the conversation. (or somethinglikethat)

E: i'm at a dragonboat race thing for my school's orientation. where're you at for that cross-country run?

L: hmm.. (then i asked Jolene because i didn't even know where i was) Bedok Reservoir?

E: OMG I'M AT BEDOK RESERVOIR TOO CAN I CALL YOU/YOU CALL ME THIS IS SO EXCITING!!

(so i called her, haha!)

heck, i didn't even know Temasek Polytechnic was next to Bedok Reservoir!

*shakes head*

tsk tsk, Lizzie, tsk tsk.

out with Faith and Jordan (still friday)

blah blah blah.

i met them at Parkway Parade.

preached of the evils of eating cream that comes with your looks-like-a-cappuccino-but-it-isn't to Jordan.

ooh yeah.

then off to Borders! *giggles*

Jord went to sit and read Gossip Girl. *Liz and Bex shake their heads*

Bex and Liz went to the magazine section!

Spin! AP! Kerrang!! exclamation marks!

Bex bought a photography magazine for her boyfriend, a Canon DSL. she wanted to get another one that was maybe $16 and when i saw it i was like, "no. way." XD

i was still deciding between Spin and Alternative Press when she moved to the PaperChase section.

*eenie meenie miney mo* ("... catch a Sarah by the toe")

(if you must know, i chose AP)

went to see how Jord was doing. ("i don't see the point of reading it! all they want to do is have sex!")

omgwtflolbbq.

joined Bex at PaperChase!

spent 30 minutes? 45? asdfghjkl; picking up stuff, looking at the price tags and putting them down again.

i so have to save up.

Bex was ECSTATIC to see adhesive photo corners. i was FLABBERGASTED by the price.

(oh vocabulary, how we love thee)

and i was (again) eenie meenie miney mo-ing between their robot collection's set-of-2 notebooks and the binder.

i choose the binder!

sexy no? it's got robots!

Bex bought wrapping paper from the discount box! and her adhesive photo mount corner things!

and we shared this:

cool eh? found this picture at perpetualkid.com.

that's us! ;)

(i'm so gonna sexify my stapler)

sleepover at Bex's (friday/saturday)

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

freakin' StaceFace couldn't make it cos of her...

*dramatic theme raises to a crescendo*

dum dum dum!

... O LEVELS.

ooer.

like i said Stace, it's like a Catholic missing Lent.

*kicks you*

Bilvy

2008-04-13T23:54:00.005+09:00

i've decided i like William Beckett.

so there.

-

quotes

Calvin: "never mind, your collar bones are sexy."
Lizzie: *freaks out, hits him*
Calvin: "what?!"

Sarah: "...but he keeps on stalking me!"
Vanessa: "Sarah, the stalker'd be behind you, not in front of you!"

Lizzie: (about The Cathay) "i love this place. one day, imma bring my momma here 'cos my momma gots the credit card."
Sarah: O.O" *does shaking-shoulders giggle*

Everyone: (just ran out of Doby Ghaut mrt station, breathing hard) "crap, where's Calvin?!"

Matt: (begins to say something)
Everyone: "shut up Matt!"

Steph: (at night, going home in the car) "you know, i just realized i'm still wearing my swimsuit under all my clothes."

i love my snappy, grandma-bangle.

with love and a zit on your nose

2008-04-01T19:00:00.004+09:00

i fear for my brother.

i fear he may be a social outcast.

or is it that i'm just fear-ing for myself.

that he might ruin everything with his, how you call it, absurdities.

and now i fear that i may be self-absorbed.

how i digress.

and how you follow my relentless insecurities.

clarkey kway

2008-03-29T23:59:00.007+09:00

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

2008-03-28T22:05:00.000+09:00

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

2008-03-16T23:29:00.003+09:00

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

2008-03-12T21:05:00.001+09:00

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.

2008-03-08T00:51:00.000+09:00

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...

2008-03-04T23:21:00.002+09:00

...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

2008-03-01T23:18:00.001+09:00

"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.

the girls at the rock show. (30/jan/08)

2008-02-27T14:03:00.024+09:00

The Fire Fight - Super Spasm

West Grand Boulevard does NOT sound like My Chemical Romance.
Switchfoot. I love them.

TIM!

and finally, the girls at the rock show.

KIDDING.

i got the Fire Fight's cd AND they signed it!

i got the switchfoot shirt AND they signed it (and my ticket)!

Tim asked my name and asked to shake my hand!

(i don't think they could hug anyone)

i would love to write so much more but this post is nice short.

and then.

2008-02-26T19:31:00.009+09:00

i've been reading 'Salem's Lot by Stephen King.

i like the eyes in the bottom one but then i like the top one too.

scanners scare me.

and how like me to completely forget i drew that in pencil and then proceed to doodle in INK on the other side.

(i edited the bled-through ink-bits in the 'Salem's Lot pictures, thank God)

xoxo

2008-02-21T17:33:00.001+09:00

SARAH TAN IS A BIG HORNY MUSHROOM AND I LOVE HER.

teenagemutantninjaturtlesworld

2008-02-14T23:41:00.002+09:00

my lovely Valentine's day was spent at school, doing a Literature and a Social Studies test.

isn't that absolutely romantic?

how we love Valentine's.

Sarah and i did sorta un-Valentine's for people at the youth group on Saturday.

we basically wrote (well *i* did the writing, and the cutting, and the buying of most candy) pretty notes on circles of paper and gave them to people with a bag of candy.

and then at the last minute we remembered some people like Nick were coming for -insert long story here-.

are we not awesome?

here are our favourites:

"You're a PRINCESS!" (it was to Calvin)

"You rule like a ruler!"

"You Rock Like Socks!"

"We Didn't Have Space For Your Name!" (to Chris-tian, see?)

"Pink Is The New Black" (to Matt)

"Sarah: You Make Me Mad!
Lizzie: You Make Sarah Mad!" (to Marcus)

"Stace Rhymes With Face Rhymes With Pace Rhymes with ULLIEL."

"Bass Wiz Is Risky Biz" (to Nick)

i can't remember any more of the funny ones. psh.

chinese new year, bang bang bang

2008-02-09T22:36:00.006+09:00

a conversation i overheard

(between my two nephews, Nicholas, 4, and Solomon, 6)

discussion of superheroes while watching Spiderman, the movie

Solomon: i wanna be Spiderman!

Nicholas: i wanna be Sandman!

Solomon: no! the Venom's better!

Nicholas: i wanna be Bon Jovi!

Lizzie : -mouth drops open-

anyway.

CHINESE NEW YEAR IS A MOTHERING WASTE OF TIME.

because

a) you see relatives you would otherwise never see at all.

2) you don't have anything to do in your grandpa's house except flick between Discovery Channel and National Geographic (okay, it IS interesting. sometimes.)

x) uncles tell you how much you've grown and aunts ask when you're getting married.

y) people gamble too much.

oh but there ARE some good bits.

like getting new clothes. and seeing people you would otherwise not know existed like-HAHAHA.

and, um, not much else, actually.

next time, i will wear my PJs for Chinese New Year (!).

asdfghjkl;-WOT

my mother will bust an artery if i do.

she could have planted a flower garden in alphabetical order

2008-01-25T23:52:00.000+09:00

i've decided that if someone wants to talk about someone else behind their back, they're no better off shrunk down 63 times their regular size and stuck on Orchard Road the day of the Great Singapore Sale (yuck).

this just in: MY BROTHER IS LISTENING TO GLORIA GAYNOR'S "I WILL SURVIVE" ZOMFGLYKWTFLOLBBQ!!!!

i've also decided that i probably won't get around to posting pictures of the Christma Eve dance with the church because they're all so blah and i'll maybe only post them when my dumb computer can do it.

you should see the new/old pictures i've posted of England, Stacy loves Traffic Jam.

get up! get up!

2008-01-09T23:00:00.000+09:00

Christmas
(i'll edit this and put some pictures up later.)

oh gosh, i think i'm getting more boring.

um, Christmas was un-Christmassy. like last year. again.

oh what did i do?

NOTHING OF ANY IMPORTANCE. SO UN-IMPORTANT THAT I TOTALLY FORGOT ANYWAY.

wait, OH YES!

Ben(adict)'s parents came over for Christmas lunch, and so did Dilly, Ethan and Ryan's.

uncle Maurice and Aunt Cecelia, uncle Kwai Onn and aunt Yu Ming.

HA.

Christmas lunch was ohkay. (i can't really appreciate food) mom did the stuff she learnt from aunt Sandra in England.

How To Make Really Awesome Roast Potatoes

1. par-boil the potatoes
2. shake them in a pan (but not too hard or you'll get mashed ones instead), just to mash up the outside.
3. roast as usual

you get this really great crust-thing on the outside!

that was so geeky.

then the kids including me went upstairs to play on the wii and watch dvds and stuff. we had to leave the adults downstairs to gossip like old women.

um.

then everyone left while we were in the middle of watching Star Wars 3 (hardcore Star Wars fans!) cos it was really late.

then i opened my presents.

i didn't even get a lot anyway.

dad forgot to get me one, so he owes me.

Best Present So Far: pretty notebook from aunt Yu Ming. (she gives really great presents)

Weirdest Present EVER: Hello Kitty Underwear from hahahahahhahahahahha.

HELLO?!

R.I.P - Resting In Progress

2008-01-09T22:44:00.000+09:00

i'll be posting all my different stories in different blogs!

and yes, i probably won't be able to post that much now, because i'm 15 now and a big girl (in between 10 and 20 isn't that big anyway) and big girls (ahem) have lots of homework to suck their lives in and not spit them back out.

(re-reading what i just typed made no sense to me, i hope your sense-making skills're better)

Agyness Deyn

2007-12-21T04:25:00.001+09:00

is your new It Girl.

in this past week (since i came back), i...

2007-12-21T03:46:00.000+09:00

- have gotten pretty pissed.
- memorised the entire hip hop dance-thingummy.
- learnt a whole ballet routine for a SOLO PERFORMANCE. help.
- got parts of my eyebrows ripped out for prettifying's sake. painful.
- found a whole new meaning to MANicure.
- cut my hair short(er).
- slept over at two different houses on consecutive dates.
- had people sleep over.
- wished for another sleepover but with different people.
- worried. a lot.
- read a whole issue of Vogue in less than an hour.
- prayed with all my might.
- cried. and got pissed again.
- AND got misunderstood.
- laughed then ate some gingerbread.
- thought people were shallow creatures.
- didn't charge my iPod.
- charged my iPod.
- went to a total of 3 hairdressers' on different days. (duh)
- got my hair snipped (a little) for free twice. hahaha.
- tried on various dresses and regretted not buying one.
- sang my lungs out.
- watched a movie at home.
- hugged my grandpa.
- thanked God.

8/dec/07 - 15/dec/07

2007-12-20T14:41:00.000+09:00

i was in Myanmar.

having the best time i ever had in Myanmar yet.

okay, that wasn't really fair.

considering i've only been there once before anyway.

atheism

2007-12-06T15:19:00.000+09:00

the belief that there was nothing and nothing happened to nothing and then nothing magically exploded for no reason, creating everything and then a bunch of everything magically rearranged itself for no reason whatsoever into self-replicating bits which then turned into dinosaurs.

of course atheism makes perfect sense!

Bing Bang Diggariggadong!

2007-12-05T20:33:00.001+09:00

Day 1

at a park

Day 2

Farnham Castleoutside Jane Austen's housea Mini Cooper! an orange Mini Cooper!

sunset outside "Stacy's" house

Day 3

Windsor? Ditto another Mini Cooper. but grossly blurred,
i beg your pardon.

Day 4 - London

that famous train station.
(another blurry picture.)

signs like these everywhere theatre tickets!

taxi.

Day 5 - London, again

Madame Tussaude's

from the London Eye

Bing bang Diggariggadong! (ctd.)

2007-12-05T20:32:00.000+09:00

Day 6

was spent at the giant Marks and Spencers at The Meadows

Day 7 - New Forest

picking Ella up from preschoolat the Waterwitchi love my hoodie

New Forest (with no forest, just plains) Buckler's Hard.
pretty little village.

get to church. fuschia.this horse was eating out of someone's garden. i love New Forest. with all the open fields and wildflowers and everything.

Day 8

was spent at home playing with swag we got from M&S and Tesco's.

Day 9

to avoid sounding hippy, i will not say how
special this place felt. darn.

Bing Bang Diggariggadong! (ctd. ctd.)

2007-12-05T20:31:00.000+09:00

Day 9 - Clovelly (still)

all the way downalong.

this was our third catthis was real.sea. first room at Hoops. (tiny!)awesome awesome.look, we have a tv! (second room)
Day 10

"an English breakfast," she said.Bath. Day 11 (with a sunday dinner. yay.)

church.we went for a drive.Day 12 - at home

in a little car through the forest

2007-11-22T07:47:00.000+09:00

(compare with Neutral Milk Hotel's In an Aeroplane Over the Sea)

well my (north of) London trip has been absolutely wonderful so far. the weather's lovely, the people (well mostly) are lovely. and i think i'm putting on weight.

shit. shit. shit.

oh well. that's what food's for. (what Sarah'd say)

to be honest. i've been in England (Church Crookham or Fleet or !£$%^&* or SOMEWHERE NEAR LONDON) for exactly a week and i've only seen 2/3 rainy days.

i kid you not.

anyway. Sandra, that's the friend we're (mum + i) staying with, brought us to all those villages/towns near where we're staying (see above). and OH MY GOD I LOVE ENGLAND.

so, yeah.

-Windsor Castle, and changing of the guard.
-(zoomed past) the Ascot racecourse.
-Jane Austen's cottage.
-Trafalgar Square and them streets in London.
-Madame Tussaude's. (LOVE IT)
-the London Eye.

those are the more tourist-y, well-known things.

I WATCHED THE LION KING IN MUSICAL AND IT WAS AMAZING.

we've been to tons more places like -insert village here-

i'll be a lovely little girly girl and post pictures. oh yes i will.

quote of the day: "nobody knows exactly what i've been doing, and that includes me and i'm not kidding." - Amanda Palmer.

no. of mini coopers i've seen: definitely >10.

send my love to you, me and everyone we know.

the Peter Pan Complex

2007-11-21T08:38:00.000+09:00

avoids responsibilities,
people tell them they are childish and need to grow up,
would rather live in their head than the real world,
focuses on fantasies more than reality,
life lacks direction,
never know what to do next,
inconsistent performance,
does things without thinking,
tends to ignore or put off problems,
believes fun is the most important thing in life,
most people think they are crazy,
forgets scheduled appointments,
more past than future,

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion		26%
Stability		46%
Orderliness		30%
Accommodation		43%
Interdependence		70%
Intellectual		36%
Mystical		63%
Artistic		76%
Religious		76%
Hedonism		16%
Materialism		30%
Narcissism		56%
Adventurousness		43%
Work ethic		16%
Self absorbed		63%
Conflict seeking		30%
Need to dominate		16%

Romantic		63%
Avoidant		63%
Anti-authority		63%
Wealth		70%
Dependency		63%
Change averse		30%
Cautiousness		23%
Individuality		90%
Sexuality		36%
Peter pan complex		76%
Physical security		90%
Physical Fitness		77%
Histrionic		36%
Paranoia		30%
Vanity		43%
Hypersensitivity		63%
Indie		56%

Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test

trait snapshot

secretive, reclusive, messy, disorganized, introverted, unassertive, rarely worries, dislikes large parties, does not like to fit in, does not need to control others, solitary, ambivalent about chaos, tough, leisurely, does not respect authority, not aggressive, observer, abstract, impractical, dislikes leadership, daydreamer, bizarre, does not make friends easily, not a perfectionist, suspicious, rarely irritated, strong physical instincts, unsympathetic at times, risk taker, submissive, weird, sarcastic, strange

whatever.

doodahday

2007-11-05T23:56:00.000+09:00

on saturday, there was a barbeque at Sarah's house.

hmm. it was really awesome. and fly. and cool. and asdfghjkl. and also more (positive) cliché terms than you can come up with.

also, it was too long to write in this measly time space i was given. so there. i rest my case.

all i'm saying is that we(Steph, Matt, Lizz)'re *coughCHEAPLABOUR!cough*

and that Sarah likes red nail-polish.

and that i don't approve of shark's fin soup. or whatever barbaric thing you call your barbaric dish-thing.

and ALSO that sleepovers are wicked fun.

happy birthday Daaaaddyyyy

2007-11-02T14:34:00.000+09:00

happy birthday to ye!

(YE RHYMES WITH DADDY.

SO THERE.)

quite, by accident.

2007-11-01T15:43:00.000+09:00

i happened to stumble/trip/fall upon these photos.

the many faces of Christina Aguilera.

yes. they're all her.

and she's a model before singer to me.

or maybe it's just her 50's look.

happy Halloweenie!

2007-10-31T23:32:00.000+09:00

a lot's been going on since friday.

i probably won't have any time to tell you.

because everything's happening too fast ha.

so there.

and in a(n) ~~nutshell~~ acorn, it was like this...

Friday
- last day of school.
- mom goes to Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
- some drama about The Click 5 not coming to our school even though we won the competition. (read here)
- some drama about class allocation for next year. (out school system really sucks, if you must know)
- SLEEPOVER AT FAITH'S WITH JORD AND STACY!
- -whoop- OF FUN.

Saturday
- out with Faith, Jord and Stace!
- blah blah.
- went to their (my old) church. and it's funner than mine. hmph.

Sunday
- i love my grandma.
- started season 6 of 24 on dvd.
- mom came back. yay.

Monday
- watched 4 episodes of 24 consecutively. need something else to do.

Tuesday
- Sam came over and we argued about her "paedophilia", ha, and whether S. M. Afable was hot. no he isn't! (poo)
- went to tuition, blah and the grocery store to get stuff for the class ~~barbeque~~ party.
- we "fell" into the pool. practically the whole class.
- towel capes are awesome.
- finished 10 episodes of 24 in total. i desperately need something else to do.

so there you have it. my absolutely jam-packed-with-amazing-and-fun-activites schedule.

ugh.

and happy Halloween. because you deserve candy. and also because we need to scare the living sh*t (whoop!) outta some people.

and listen to some Vampire Weekend, they'll make you smile.

x

you're SO emo.

2007-10-27T12:17:00.000+09:00

Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert.
It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart Because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab .
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Some days.

I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy
They don’t need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss you know? It’s so dark
And its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans.
(Which look great on me, by the way)

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a LiveJournal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls I’d only be half right

I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw Xbox I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo

My parents don’t get me, you know?
They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple of guys
But I mean, it's the 2000's.
Can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay?
I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways
I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, you’re my best friend... I feel like tacos.

beLIEve

2007-10-25T17:29:00.000+09:00

Sam and i had a nice conversation... on the 24th. yes.

there is Person 1, 2, and 3. Person 1 didn't go to school and 2 isn't in our math class so we could talk about whatever we wanted. ("FREEDOOOOMMM!!", says Braveheart/William Wallace/Mel Gibson)

okay. so Sam is good friends with Person 2. and then they swop secrets and whatever the heck girly girlfriends do. (no offence to Sam :))

then along dances Person 1. okay, she doesn't dance, she stomps and makes us quake in her terrifying presence. but whatever.

Person the First then proceeds to hook up (NOT LITERALLY!) with Person 2 by using her extraordinary conversational skills on the topic of BOYS. which is obviously Numero Duo's weakness.

ugh.

anyway, Person 2 is drifting from Sam towards Person 1 and now THEY'RE becoming girly girl girlfriends (ew) and exchanging secrets and whispering all the time in front of other people AND backstabbing people including me.

LOSERS!

okay. ha. so the problem's that Sam doesn't like Person 1 (who DOES?) and they're backstabbing everyone else who isn't them.

wait, where does Person the Third come in? OH. Person 3 is the self-inviting little (not literally LITTLE, either) -insert inappropriate noun here- who talks as much trash as your garbage disposal.

and she's annoying as -insert really annoying noun here-.

so it's basically Persons 1, 2 and 3(not really) who need to get wiped off the face of the earth because backstabbers are just as good as people who wear fur.

oh psh. i don't really like doing this "ranting" (people call it that). i find it so lame.

but then again i have to. because this is why you love me.

YES!

The Adventures of Emo Boy and Scene Girl

2007-10-24T18:06:00.000+09:00

This was some part fan-fic, part making-fun-of-stereotypes story i found on myspace. credits go to Lizzard or whatever they want to be called. :)

The Adventures of Emo Boy and Scene Girl

Episode One

"Come, Emo Boy! Evil's A-Converse!" A girl with hair that looked like it had been in a fight with a chainsaw, and then in a fight with a dye factory said. She was wearing a Hello Kitty beach towel for a cape, and had on skinny jeans and a blue, pink, and green striped swishy top.

"What's the point anymore?" a boy laying on the ground by her said. His voice was the only clue that he was alive, as his extremely pale face had barely moved.

"Oh, come on! There are lives to be saved!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. "Besides, it's that dude. From that wicked sick band! The hot one, with the hair!"

Emo Boy sat up suddenly. "The dick-headed one?" he asked.

"The very same! Now, let's go!" She grabbed Emo Boy's arm, and directed him out the window, jumping out behind him. Mere moments later, all that could be seen of the two 'super heroes' was two capes, one hot pink, the other black.

Episode Two: The Case of the Tight Pants

"HEEEEELP!!!!" Shouted a certain rock star, in search of his saviors. "HEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!! AND I FUCKING MEAN IT!!!"

"Never fear, Scene Girl is here!" Scene Girl said, popping up behind the egotistical rock star.

"And I'm Emo Boy... woo..." Emo Boy drawled, standing next to his comrade.

"And we hear that YOU have a problem, Mr. Pete, Sir!" Scene Girl grinned, surreptitiously pulling out a notebook from her back pocket.

"Well, DUH! I mean, just LOOK at my pants! I can't get them off over... THAT!" he motioned downwards. Scene Girl's eyes widened.

"Wow... That's the biggest I've ever seen..." she said, her eyes growing wider by the second.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just want these pants OFF so that I can get some relief!" Pete growled.

"Do we HAVE to?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl.

"Of course we do, Emo-ey! It's out duties as super heroes!" she shouted at him.

"Super Zeroes, more like..." Emo Boy mumbled.

"Oh, hush! Mr. Wentz, we'll do as you ask, but only so long as you give me your autograph, and let us poke your bartskull tattoo!" Scene Girl laughed evilly as she thrust her notebook and a Sharpie at Pete.

"Agh! Anything to get these pants OFF!!!" Pete groaned, and scrawled an autograph for Scene Girl, who was caught in paroxysms of giggles. She accepted the book back, and did a little happy dance.

"NOW will you get these things off!" Pete gasped.

"Sure thing! Emo Boy! Grab him, and don't let go!" Scene Girl said, going directly to business.

"I hope you don't mind if I accidentally yank your arms out..." Emo Boy pessimitized.

"All righty then! One, two, three!" Scene Girl cried, and pulled Pete's Pants off of him. Pete immediately sat down on the ground whimpering.

"You didn't suck too horribly with your getting-guys-out-of-their-pants powers..." Emo Boy congratulated Scene Girl, who nodded in enjoyment.

"I'm delighted to find that my powers work in this scenario, too! I mean, who'd have thought that I'd be able to get pants THAT tight over the biggest..." a truck roared past outside obscuring her words. "...that I've ever seen!"

"All right, are you going to kiss it and make it all better or not?" Pete asked.

"Of course! Another of my super powers are kisses that can do absolutely anything!" Scene Girl said.

Pete scooched himself towards Scene Girl, who leaned down and kissed his...
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...
...
...
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Big toe.

Suddenly the story stopped in a tableau, and Scene Girl looked over at you. Yeah, you, the one reading this story.

"My Gawd, you sicko! This fanfic is only rated PG-13! I can't BELIVE you were thinking that! Like I would EVER give Pete Wentz a blow job!" she said, a disgusted look on her face.

"Awww.... Please?" Pete asked.

"No! And we are done discussing this!" Scene Girl exclaimed while the story returned to where it was supposed to be.

"Thank you, Emo Boy and Scene Girl! I can put my pants on again, now that the bump on my toe is gone!" Pete grinned, and gave the super heroes a thumbs up.

"I believe you still owe us two pokes..." Scene Girl reminded the bassist of Fall Out Boy.

He sighed, and pulled up his shirt a little. Emo Boy and Scene Girl both squeed, and poked Pete's bartskull tattoo several times each before Pete got sick of it.

"Okay, OKAY!" Pete snapped, and pulled his shirt down rather sharply.

"Time for us to be going, then!" Scene Girl said, standing up, and dragging Emo Boy with her out the window.

Once they were a decent amount away, Scene Girl said confidentially to Emo Boy, "I'm just glad he was wearing underwear today... or else we both would've been even more fucked up than you are, now..."

Emo Boy nodded in agreement as the pair flew off towards their next adventure.

Episode Three: Your Face WILL Stay That Way

A bright light depicting a bleeding heart being cut by a Unicorn shone against the clouds. Within mere moments, two shadowy figures flashed across the bright disc.

At the source of the light was a mega-powered flashlight being held by an extremely jittery and extremely thin guitarist. His eyes were ringed with fantastical makeup, and he was wearing extremely old-fashioned, yet somehow modern clothes.

"You lit?" an overly cheerful voice asked from behind him.

Ryan Ross jumped, and turned the flashlight on the very super heroes he had been trying to summon. They stood side by side, as different as night and day. Even as different as black and white, which sort of made sense, since one was wearing all black, and the other was dressed in various bright colors.

"Scare me out of my pants, why dontcha!" Ryan asked, clutching theatrically at his heart.

"I wouldn't mind..." Scene Girl said, staring at him. Emo Boy elbowed her in the side, and cleared his throat.

"Yes, the light! So what did you want?" Scene Girl asked, blushing.

"It's actually Brendon... Well, you'd better see him for yourself." Ryan led Emo Boy inside, with Scene Girl trailing after them like a lovesick puppy.

When they got to Panic! At the Disco's dressing room, Emo Boy paled. "Scene Girl... don't look. You'll be too euuugh to be your happy, annoying self..." he blocked the doorway from his companion.

"Emo-ey! That's bull, I wanna see!" Scene Girl cried, worming her way around Emo Boy. "Whatever, there's nothing he..." she sank to the ground, her eyes glazing over.

"Shit, not again..." Emo Boy muttered.

"Okay, quick. Does anyone have a Sidekick?" Emo Boy peered around at the rock stars in the room.

Ryan reluctantly pulled out his Sidekick under his piercing glare. Emo Boy hurriedly shoved the compact electronic device into Scene Girl's hands. Within moments, she was typing away on it, before finally handing it back to Ryan.

"Sorry. That happens all the time... Her only weakness is the first sight of a half-naked guy. It's like her Kryptonite. The only thing to make it better is a sidekick. It's really o--" Emo Boy explained to the confused people in front of him.

"Okay, enough of my secrets! What's the problem here?" Scene Girl cut off Emo Boy.

"Well... Brendon... He was making funny faces at a camera again. And, well... You can see the results." Spencer said. He was hanging upside-down on a couch, and was playing imaginary drums in midair. He had ditched his pants somewhere, or had not yet put them on, and was wearing black, flamingo covered boxers along with his ruffled shirt and vest.

"Besides, we need to be onstage in five minutes, and Brendon can't move his face to sing." Jon pointed out. Brendon nodded vigorously, and tried to move his mouth from its vicious scowl.

"Oh, is that all?" Scene Girl asked, tossing her hair back. "In that case, just pay us our normal fee, and we'll make it better!"

"Fee?" All four band members asked at once. Well... Brendon made a noise, but it counted.

Emo Boy rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..."

"Yes! We come with a small service charge! Autographs! One each, fork 'em over!" Scene Girl grinned, and passed around her notebook and a Sharpie. The boys of Panic! signed it, and handed it back to her.

"Excellent!" Scene Girl exclaimed. She stepped up to Brendon, and prodded at his face for a moment.

"Need some help?" Emo Boy asked, an amused almost-smile on his face.

"No!" Scene Girl prodded Brendon's face for a few more seconds. Then her shoulders slumped. "Okay, yes..."

Emo Boy walked over, and breathed in Brendon's face, which immediately became normal looking.

Brendon moved his jaw around, and then punched the air. "I'm cured!"

"Uh huh! Now, get your clothes on, and have a great show!" Scene Girl grinned, waved at them, and dove out the window, followed at a slower pace by Emo Boy

Episode Four: When Sluts Attack
Note: You'll be ashamed of Emo Boy... I know I was

"Scene Girl, I hear the utterly disheartened cries of a girl in trouble." Emo Boy said one evening as they were partaking in their evening ice cream sandwich break.

"Do you think that we should help her... I mean, them... or leave them to face almost certain peril?"

Scene Girl sighed. "But... but... my sammich!" she looked at Emo Boy with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." He let his breath out in a huff. "You can take your damn ice cream with you. But let's go!"

"Fine, Mr. Bossy Weisenheimer..." Scene Girl grumbled. She put her cape back on, and jumped out the window after the already far-away Emo Boy.

She finally caught up with her friend just as he landed before a pair of blondes. "Good evening ladies. How may I... I mean, we... help you?" he asked in a silky voice.

"Well... we WERE going swimming... but we both lost our friendship bracelets." Keltie Colleen said, and tossed her absurdly dry hair over her shoulder. Her friend Ashlee Simpson nodded in agreement.

"They got caught in the drain, and we can't get them free..." Ashlee simpered.

"Oh, shoot. Past your bedtime, Emo BOY!" Scene Girl glared at Keltie and Ashlee.

"Scene Girl... just give me a fucking hand already..." Emo Boy snapped at her.

"No. I refuse to help you jack off." Scene Girl glared coldly at him.

"What's the matter with you, Scene Girl? You're always so bubbly and happy!" Emo Boy asked his bestest friend.

"Because I fucking don't like them." She growled, pointing at Ashlee and Keltie.

"Why? They haven't done anything to you!"

"Besides be whores, and wastes of space. So I'm not going to help them get their uber retarded 'friendship bracelets' back. SO THERE!" She shouted at the annoying blondes who were comparing tan lines.

She bent her knees, and took off straight into the air. She then zoomed down, and shoved Ashlee and Keltie into the water. They screamed like no tomorrow, and matching wooden half hearts floated up out of the fronts of their shirts, trailing short cords.

"Looks like you never actually lost your fucking bracelets. Come on, Emo Boy." Scene Girl laughed at the floating bitches, and grabbed Emo Boy by the back of his cape, and dragged him upwards.

"Call me!" he mouthed at Pete and Ryan's girlfriends. They giggled, and waved goodbye to him, before getting into a splash fight.

Episode Five: My Watercolor Romance!!
Note: We are not forcing Frerard. We KNOW they're not gay but it makes a good storyline. And yes, we also know Pansy is featured in this episode...

"This is despicable!" Scene Girl exclaimed, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop PC.

"The current state of the human race?" Emo Boy asked, his own eyes glued to the news, which was flashing information about yet another war.

"No, silly! Frank Iero and Gerard Way are fighting! Ferard is having relationship issues!"

Emo Boy blinked at her. "Does this mean we have to go on another mission?"

"Well, of COURSE! It's Ferard for goodness sakes!" She stood up from her computer, and pranced over to Emo Boy.

"One of these days, you're going to kill me on one of these missions, you know..." he told her, as he stood up.

"Okay, okay, now out the window!" Scene Girl cried, and shoved him out the portal.

"You never let me say anything onstage anymore!" Frank Iero shouted at the lead singer of My Chemical Romance.

"Yeah, well you play off key! Which completely fucks me up!" Gerard defended himself against an evil glare from Frank.

"How can I play off key!?! I tune Pansy every night before we go on!"

"Well, maybe you have bad pitch!" Gerard poked Frank in the chest.

"Maybe your MOM has bad pitch!" Frank shouted, standing on his tiptoes so that he could be fairly eye to eye with Gerard, who gasped, and drew back.

"Oh, no, he DI-IN'T!" Gerard snapped his fingers in a Z formation at Frank.

"Wait... what about Mom?" Mikey asked Gerard as he walked by.

"Frank said that she has bad pitch!" Gerard whined to his younger brother.

"It's true, though, Gee... Mom is a really bad singer." Mikey pointed out to Frank's happiness.

"But that's beside the point! Let me at 'im!" Gerard lunged at Frank, only to be stopped by a teenage girl with bright, multicolored hair.

"Get out of my way!" he growled.

"No! Emo Boy, back me up on this!" Emo Boy shrugged, and motioned at her to continue. Scene Girl sighed in aggravation.

"Whatever. But you're still friends! Whether you are, in fact, gay lovers or not, you're still friends first and foremost!" Scene Girl shouted at Gerard and Frank, who both shrank down a little.

"Now, I want you to tell each other what the issue is! The REAL issue, not some retarded 'oh, you're off pitch!' Because you both help make My Chemical Romance what it is!"

Frank and Gerard glared at each other, as if each was daring the other to say something. There was silence.

Suddenly, Bob spoke up. "I think that we're all a little bit sick of each other right now... that, and Gee found Frank using his toothbrush to brush a giant plastic dinosaur's teeth." Frank laughed at something none of the rest of them could see.

"Frank, you're funny!" Scene Girl said. Frank grinned.

Gerard stomped his foot. "So everyone laughs with him! He never gets in trouble for anything stupid, but when I do something that's not considered all that cool or intelligent, I get a scolding! It's just not fair!" he crossed his arms, and pouted.

"Is that IT?" Emo Boy asked. Gerard nodded.

"You're acting like children. The both of you!" Emo Boy gave them both his patented Hypno-Glare. Gerard and Frank both stiffened, and then got dreamy look on their faces.

"You WILL get along." Emo Boy told them.

"We will get along..." they chorused.

"You'll hug and make up! And a kiss! I wanna see a kiss!" Scene Girl grinned.

Gerard and Frank hugged, and gave each other a quick kiss on the lips. Scene Girl clapped, and the two previously hypnotized members of My Chemical Romance snapped out of their trances and high fived each other.

"See? That wasn't so hard!" Scene Girl grinned, and took out her infamous notebook. "Now, it's payment time! Sign away!" She handed the book to Frank, and it slowly worked its way around to all five band members.

"Thanks for solving our problems, Emo Boy and Scene Girl. We really just need to keep Frankie away from everything. Or keep an eye on him." Ray said, and mussed his fro-like hair.

"It's out job! Come, Emo Boy, I need to go surf the web!" Emo Boy nodded, and followed Scene Girl out the window, after waving back to the wildly waving members of My Chemical Romance.

Episode Six: St-st-stuttering Problems

"So we meet again..." A girl with wildly colored hair and large sunglasses said to a famous rock star.

"So it would seem," he said with his patented smirk.

"Whoo... Now, can we get this over with so that I can go back to sleep?" A sad, yet angry looking boy asked the two, as the steadily swelling bad western music stopped with a screech.

"Hey, when did we get a soundtrack, Emo Boy?" Scene Girl asked her near-catatonic companion, who shrugged in response.

"Meh. Must've been when our creator drew us. She still needs to put that up, by the way..."

"Duh! Anyway, what's your illin', Petrude?" Scene Girl removed her sunglasses, as she was inside, and she couldn't see very well with them on.

"It's not actually me, this time..." Pete said.

Scene Girl shook a finger in his face. "Of course it's not! Not EVERYTHING'S about you, ya know! Friggin' egomaniac!"

"It's actually Patrick..." Pete pouted, pointing into the other room.

"What's wrong with Hatrack?" Scene Girl asked, her eyes going to chibi proportions.

"He's on record mode." Pete grimaced as he fluffed the back of his hair.

"BROKEN record, more like." Fall Out Boy's drummer, Andy said, walking over and slipping his thick-rimmed black glasses back on.

"JESUS!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and launched herself at the truly Jesus-esque man.

"Okay, who let the fangirl in?" Andy pretty much ignored the super hero wrapped around his waist as her kept walking towards Pete.

"She's going to help Trick. Her, and this sad boy..." Pete said.

"EMO Boy," he corrected. "My name is Emo Boy. Scene Girl, pull yourself together. We have work to do."

Scene Girl reluctantly let go of Andy, and sat on the floor for a moment before springing up. "So, what's wrong with Patrick Stump?"

Neither of the members of Fall Out Boy said a word as they looked as one to a door into what appeared to be a practice hall. Scene Girl edged towards the door, dragging Emo Boy with her.

"St-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st..." Patrick Stump stuttered, as he kept playing the same note on his guitar that he had slung around himself.

Joe was watching him, looking like he was a mixture of scared and high. "We were playing Dance, Dance, and this just... happened. He hasn't stopped for at least the last hour."

Scene Girl dropped to her knees, grief stricken. Emo Boy only rolled his eyes, and delivered a swift kick to Patrick's rear end.

The stuttering immediately stopped.

"Ow..." Patrick said, rubbing his bum. "What'd you have to kick me so hard for?" Emo Boy shrugged.

Scene Girl grinned, and gave the mysterious viewing device that was watching them a thumbs up. "Great teamwork, Emo-ey!" Scene Girl said, even though the only thing she had done was to sit on the ground whimpering. Emo Boy nodded as he went back to him usual quiet self.

"Alright, Mr. Trick, if that happens again, just give us a call, and we'll be right there!" Scene Girl said. Patrick nodded, and gave her a quick hug, which made Scene Girl blush.

Emo Boy cleared his throat.

"Ah, that's right!" Scene Girl said. "Our payment! Pass this around, if you'd please!" She was practically jumping up and down in anticipation of three new signatures to add to her collection. The notebook worked its way around until it got to Pete, who groaned.

"Do I HAVE to sign again?" he whined.

"Yes!" Scene Girl trilled. Pete sighed, signed it, and handed it back to her.

"Alright, now go. We need to practice." Andy said, and practically shoved Emo Boy and Scene Girl out the window, before slamming it shut.

"I think we scared him a little bit..." Scene Girl said.

"A bit?" Emo Boy asked her. She grinned and nodded. He rolled his eyes, and began flying towards their lair. After a moment, Scene Girl took off after her friend, doing random loop-de-loops as she followed him home

Episode Seven: I'm A REAL Boy!!

Scene Girl crept Mission Impossible style down the deserted hallway in the empty building, humming the theme song under her breath. Emo Boy followed her, just plodding down the hallway. They passed through a door into a room that gleamed with burnished stainless steel.

"We're in a completely empty building, Scene Girl. We aren't going to get caught. That is, if neither of us trips the alarms..." Emo Boy said, stopping in front of a machine, while Scene Girl dodged behind a pillar.

Scene Girl crept over to the console Emo Boy was standing in front of. "What do you think that thing does?" she asked him, pointing to a shining silver globe-like thing in front of them.

"I dunno... But I wouldn't touch it if I we... NO!" he shouted as Scene Girl reached towards the shiny globe, her eyes wide. Emo Boy reached towards her hand, but tripped, and was unable to stop his momentum as he squished both of their hands against the cold metal globe.

Time passed. It was boring, because the only movement in the room was a fly buzzing around, and our heroes were on the ground, passed out.

Scene Girl stirred, and stretched in a very girly way. Emo Boy was already sitting up, rubbing his eyes. His knuckles came away blackened by eyeliner.

"That was some shock..." Scene Girl said, opening her eyes. "Emo Boy?" she asked. He grunted to show that he was responsive, although he was still half-asleep. He is so NOT a morning person.

"Emo Boy, why can't I see out of my left eye?" Scene Girl looked down, and squeaked in panic. She frantically ran her hands over her chest, which had turned flat, and was now covered in black cloth, instead of the pink unicorn print shirt that she had put on earlier that morning.

"I'm a fucking boy! We switched bodies!" Scene Girl squeaked, panicking slightly. She ran her fingers through her... er... his shorter, black hair that was so unfamiliar feeling on her head.

"Ooh, your hair is soft, Emo Boy..." she muttered. Emo Boy paid her no mind, and focussed on the more important issue.

"We did?" Emo Boy asked through Scene Girl's pink-chapsticked mouth. He pulled the front of Scene Girl's unicorn-print shirt away from the body he was currently wearing, and looked inside. He came up a second later, wearing a smirk. "I guess we did switch bodies..."

"Stop looking at me!" Scene Girl shouted at Emo Boy, blushing madly.

"Sorry..." He mumbled, hiding behind Scene Girl's garrulous, brightly colored hair.

Scene Girl stood up, and started pacing. It was her usual combination of pacing and silly dancing, but since she looked like Emo Boy, it was pretty ridiculous. When her back was turned, Emo Boy peeked down the front his shirt, and mouthed 'thank you!' at the ceiling, before taking yet another peek.

"I think that the thing to do is to go home, since there's obviously nothing here. And then we should talk to someone who knows what the fuck is going on. Like my mom. And stop squishing my butt!" Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy.

"Sorry... I've just... never been a girl before. Don't say that you're not even a little bit curious about what I look like naked." Emo Boy said.

Scene Girl blushed and sputtered for a moment before turning her back angrily on Emo Boy.

"I'm sorry, Scene Girl, I wasn't being completely serious. I might've even been joking a little." Emo Boy said, flipping his brightly colored hair over his left eye, where it usually resided when he was in his own body, with his own hair.

Scene Girl sighed. "It's okay, Emoey. I'm just soooooo confused! I mean, should the author be referring to me as a 'he' or a 'she'? Are we now 'The Adventures of Emo Girl and Scene Boy'?" Scene Girl (Boy?) stomped his (her?) foot.

"Don't..." Emo Boy trailed off as a smelly spray of anti-ghost foam sprayed from the walls. Emo Boy spat out a mouthful. "...touch that. Great Job, Scene Girl," he said sarcastically.

"Whatever. I need a shower." She muttered, and took off out the open skylight down the hall that they had entered through earlier.

Emo Boy glanced down his shirt one more time before taking off after her to go home, and have a shower.

Episode Eight: Sex Changes
Emo Boy will still be referred to as Emo Boy, and as 'he'. Scene Girl will still be referred to as 'she'. It is up to you to keep it all straight in your head.

A few days later, Emo Boy was curled into a fetal position in the corner of his room, muttering about everything being 'too pink.' Even though he was sitting in his all-black room, he was still wearing Scene Girl's body, and thus her clothes.

"What's too pink?" Scene Girl asked, popping into the doorway of Emo Boy's room. A towel was draped over her head, and she wasn't wearing a shirt. She had quickly gotten used to being a boy, although all of Emo Boy's black stuff was depressing her.

"All of your stuff is so... bright. The colors are killing me." Emo Boy muttered into his arm.

"So? Wear your clothes." Scene Girl suggested, as though it was the simplest thing in the world. She continued toweling her hair dry.

"My clothes don't fit anymore. Besides, even your underwear is colorful." Emo Boy twitched.

"So? Yours is all black. You don't see me complaining." Scene girl flipped her head over to get the last of the towelable water out of it, and took the towel off. The telltale scent of hair dye rolled off of her head in waves. She had dyed Emo Boy's hair bright, shocking pink. The change from the black that normally framed Emo Boy's body's face to the bright pink was so shocking that Emo Boy sat gaping at Scene Girl for a moment, before he managed to speak.

"What did you do to my HAIR?!?" He finally managed to say. His jaw was almost lying on the floor.

Scene Girl fluffed it out with her fingers. "You don't like it?" She asked.

"It's PINK!"

"I told you to stop touching my chest. You didn't listen." Scene Girl said nonchalantly. She leaned over Emo Boy's dresser to apply a thick layer of eyeliner, using his mirror.

"Is THAT what this is about? Me touching your chest?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl, who nodded.

"Like this?" he asked, an evil grin on his face. He reached up, and grabbed one of Scene Girl's body's boobs.

"Stop that!" Scene Girl snapped.

"No way. I'll stop just long enough to take a shower, though." Emo Boy said, standing up, and heading over to his bed.

"Don't stare at my body while you're in there. Pervert." Scene Girl scolded him.

"Now, that I can't promise." Emo Boy said with a wink. "Go play with yourself, or something."

Emo Boy grabbed something off of his bed, and headed towards the bathroom.

Scene Girl glared after him, before throwing on one of his plain black t-shirts and flying to the nearest Hot Topic.

"I need something REALLY colorful." She said to the nearest sales guy.

He gave her an odd look. "We just got in a shipment of new Jeffree Star shirts. Is this a present for your girlfriend, or something?" The sales guy asked.

Scene Girl laughed at him. "Fuck no. It's for me."

"Alright..." the sales guy said, brushing off the weirdness of it all, and leading Scene Girl over to the display of bright pink and blue tee shirts.

"Sweet!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and picked out a few shirts, before going to check out.

An hour later when she got home, Scene Girl was wearing one of her new, bright shirts that would be a little too big for her normal body, but were a little small while she was in Emo Boy's body. She was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses, and sipping a Vanilla Frappachino from Starbucks.

"Emo-ey! I'm home!" Scene Girl shouted as she walked in the door. She wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of hair dye.

"Still smells bad... icky..." she muttered as she headed towards her room to drop off her purchases, only to run smack into Emo Boy, wearing black lingerie, and jet-black, freshly dyed hair. She gaped at him for a minute, before squeaking unintelligibly.

"You... you... my body... my HAIR!" Once she finished, no more intelligible words came out.

"Do you like it?" Emo Boy asked her, but ignored her when she shook her head. "I figured that you needed a new look. I think it looks rather nice on you." He stepped back, revealing that he was also wearing black stilettos. "Apparently you decided the same for me... Too bad it's not staying that way." Scene Girl glared at him, and stormed into her room.

Ten minutes later, Emo Boy knocked on the door.

"Scene Girl, come on. We have a mission to do, we need to save a kitten in a tree." Contrary to popular belief, Emo Boy and Scene Girl saved more than famous rock stars. They did positive things for the community, as well.

Scene Girl opened the door to her room, busy tying on her Hello Kitty towel slash cape slash thing. She had changed out of Emo Boy's pants, and was now wearing a pair of her own. They were much tighter, and it was obvious that she had decided to go commando, instead of having horrific amounts of VPL. Her hipbones (really Emo Boy's) were clearly visible above the top of her pants and through the thin shirt she was wearing.

Emo Boy shrugged, and fastened his black cape around his neck, trying not to mind the cool breeze that blew over almost his entire body. He followed Scene Girl out the window, like always, and to where a small kitten was meowing pitifully in a tree.

"Awww... poor thing..." Scene Girl said, looking up at the tiny cat.

"I'll get it..." Emo Boy volunteered glumly. He attempted to get up the tree, but his stilettos and lack of clothing made it impossible to climb the tree.

"No, you won't. See, underwear are hard to actually do stuff in. Pervert." Scene Girl stuck her tongue out at Emo Boy, and attempted to climb the tree herself, failing miserably as she discovered that wearing tight jeans as a boy is not a good idea, and that too-small shirts are extremely uncomfortable.

"See? Not so easy being a boy, is it?" Emo Boy asked, holding out a hand to help his friend up.

"I suppose not. Have you discovered that it's not easy being a girl?" Scene Girl asked him as she pulled herself up.

At that moment, the kitten fell, mewing, into Scene Girl's arms. It was wearing a collar that had a tag that said only 'Wonder Kitty' on it and a little black and blue polka dotted cape.

"I think that this should be our new sidekick!" Scene Girl cried, cuddling the kitten to her cheek.
"I suppose... IF we can't find its home." Emo Boy said reluctantly. He grinned, and chuckled. "By the way, being a girl is really easy." He put his hands on his chest.

Scene Girl rolled her eyes. "Wait till it turns that time of the month." She said, and took off into the air, cuddling young Wonder Kitty.

"Wait... what?" Emo Boy called after her. "Scene Girl! Wait!" He cried, before taking off after her at top speed.

Episode Nine: Gabe's Perfectly Purple Hoodie

"Scene Girl!" Emo Boy called from his bedroom. "Scene Girl, I know that one of your powers is getting guys' pants off, but does that mean that you can't get yours ON?" He called through the apartment. Scene Girl appeared in the doorway, toweling her hair dry. It was once again morning in their apartment, and they had an important assignment today.

Scene Girl laughed at him. "Oh, you'll see in about three days... in the meantime, wear these," she said. She tossed a different pair of pants at him from the drawer. Emo Boy pulled off the offending pants, and pulled on the ones Scene Girl had tossed at him.

"So, what're we doing today?" Emo Boy asked.

"We are meeting Gabe Saporta, and helping him find a new purple hoodie. Apparently, they're really hard to find, if you want the right shade..."

"Wait... Gabe lost his hoodie?" Emo Boy asked. He had heard waaaay too much about Gabe Saporta's hoodie to not know what a big deal this would be.

Scene Girl shook her head. "No, it just mysteriously died. Gabe called the Hotline about half an hour ago, and he was really upset. I promised that we would buy him ice cream, and help him find a new hoodie."

"Oh. Well, let's get going, then." Emo Boy said, pulling on a pair of Scene Girl's combat boots.

"Of course!" Scene Girl hopped out the window of Emo Boy's bedroom, and quickly flew to the mall, with Emo Boy trailing behind her, so that she couldn't see what he was doing with her body on the way there.

Scene Girl landed in the food court; and scanned the surrounding area for Gabe's dark head, and quickly spotted him. He was sitting next to a potter palm tree with his head in his hands, and an extremely ratty old hoodie on.

"Awwww... Are you okay, Gabe?" Scene Girl asked, hugging him.

Gabe shook his head. "I want my hoodie back to the way it was. This one has too many holes." And indeed, there were too many holes. In fact, it was more hole than hoodie.

"It's okay, Gabe... we'll find you a new one! And anyways, maybe it was just your hoodie's time to go." Scene Girl said. At this, Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of Cobra Starship, burst into tears.

"I... I don't WANT a new... h-h-hoodie! I want my old one ba-aaaaaaack!" Gabe cried, grabbing Scene Girl around the middle, and crying into her shoulder.

"Shhhhh... We'll find a new one, you'll see!" Scene Girl said, rocking gently back and forth while rubbing Gabe's back.

"Just so you know, you look really, really gay right now." Emo Boy piped in.

"Oh, just because I have your body now means that I'm a guy? No fucking way, dude. No fucking way. I like being a girl, and we are soooo finding a way to turn back." Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy while cradling Gabe.

Emo Boy put his hands up in defense. "Hey! Hey! No need to get snappy, I'm just making observations."

Gabe looked up at Emo Boy to see where all of the noise was coming from. "Ooh... pretty...." he said.

"Dude... no offense, but I don't swing that way." Emo Boy said.

"And you just sounded like a lesbian." Scene Girl taunted Emo Boy, who rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Are we getting ice cream? Or are we just going to stay here and sing 'Guy Love' from Scrubs?" he asked the two cuddling guys.

"Yay! Ice Cream!" Gabe shouted, shooting straight to his feet.

~IceCream~

"Now, where did you buy your original hoodie?" Scene Girl asked Gabe as she licked some rainbow sprinkles off of her soft-serve strawberry ice cream cone.

"Uhm... A little shop in Chicago? I really don't know, but it was about three years ago, and the shop was going out of business. So there's no way in hell we'll find it here in California." Gabe mumbled around a mouthful of his Pistachio ice cream.

"Maybe I should..." Emo Boy hinted at Scene Girl. He had taken about half of his ice cream so far, and was going in for more.

"No, Emo Boy. It's too risky. Besides, it would have to be me, because I've currently got your body and your powers."

"Yeah, but Scene Girl... we could get this over with so easily!" Emo Boy argued.

"But then we have to walk really, really, REALLY fast! And I don't wanna!" Scene Girl protested, but with met with such a glare from Emo Boy that she shut the hell up.

"Do it." He growled. "Do it, or else I'm telling Gabe what picture is your computer background."

Scene Girl paled visibly. "You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

"Agh! You are so MEAN!" Scene Girl licked off some more sprinkles, and handed her cone to Emo Boy to hold. "I'll do it... just don't drop my ice cream."

Emo Boy grinned and watched as Scene Girl went as still as a statue for several minutes.
...
...
...
Gabe started to get impatient, and waved a hand in front of the completely still Scene Girl's face. She didn't show any sign of responding, and Emo Boy allowed himself a little chuckle at Gabe's boredom.
...
...
...
"It's no use!" Scene Girl protested as she suddenly started moving again.

"How far did you check?" Emo Boy asked her.

"Continental United States. I can't find a brand new purple hoodie anywhere!" Scene Girl sighed.

"You mean... there's no purple hoodie out there for me?" Gabe asked. He looked like a little lost puppy for a moment as tears threatened to spill out his eyes and down his face.

"We'll find one Gabe, I promise!" Scene Girl sighed. She knew that that was pretty much an impossibility, because she had just used Emo Boy' power of finding things to try to find a new hoodie for Gabe. But it couldn't hurt to try, could it?

Almost two hours later, Emo Boy was starting to get really sick of the people in the mall staring at him, just because he was wearing a cape.

"Okay, this is the third time we've been through here. There's no purple hoodies!" Emo Boy said. He was walking backwards so that he could talk to Scene Girl and Gabe. Scene Girl had been hanging on every word out of Gabe's mouth, and the attention from anyone had started to perk Gabe up significantly.

"Like that one?" Scene Girl asked. She stopped in the middle of the mall, grinning from ear to ear as she pointed to a hoodie that was the perfect shade of purple that was hanging in the window of a store called Herkimer's.

"It's the same store I bought my first hoodie in!" Gabe marveled as he walked up to the storefront, and pressed his nose to the glass.

"Awesome! Let's go find you a new one!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. The idea of a new hoodie for Gabe had brightened her day to the extreme.

Scene Girl and Gabe Saporta linked arms, and skipped into Herkimer's Hoodies together. The store was deserted, so Gabe rang the bell on the counter so that someone would come help them. There were only about ten hoodies on display, and a long counter blocked the majority of the small shop from customers.

"Gabe Saporta, size medium Perfectly Purple zip-up hoodie." A mysterious lady said, as she walked out of the back room and saw Gabe standing there.

"Uhm... uh huh... That was my hoodie..." Gabe mumbled under the woman's gaze. "How did you remember?" he asked.

"Dear, I remember every hoodie that I've ever sold. I'm guessing that you need a new one?" she asked as she pulled out a box. Gabe nodded dumbly as the woman lifted the lid off of the box, and pulled some tissue paper away, revealing brand new hoodie that was the exact same shade of Gabe's current hoodie. Gabe nodded dumbly once more. "That'll be seven ninety nine, dear." The lady told Gabe, who handed her a ten.

"That was odd..." Emo Boy muttered to Scene Girl as they walked out of the store.

Scene Girl nodded. "It reminded me of when Harry went into Olivander's to get a wand in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone..."

"Ehn. It was probably nothing. We need to get Gabe back to his bus before he needs to leave, though." Emo Boy said.

"Hey, can we fly back to the bus?" Gabe asked. He was hugging the box holding his hoodie.

"Hell, why not?" Scene Girl said, grabbing him under one arm as Emo Boy grabbed him under the other, and they took off to Cobra Starship's tour bus.

"What the?!? Gabe! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Ryland said, jumping out of the bus as Emo Boy, Gabe, and Scene Girl landed.

"I got a new hoodie! See?" Gabe said, pulling the hoodie out of the box, and holding it out.

"Sorry to bust your bubble, dude, but that's not going to fit you. It's a small." Ryland said, examining the tag. Gabe's face fell about a thousand stories. "Besides, you don't need a new one."

"What? Yeah, I do, this one's all holey!" Gabe pouted.

"No, you don't. I stole your hoodie last night, and replaced it with that one so that I could wash it for once." Ryland leaned into the bus, and bulled out a freshly laundered purple hoodie. GABE'S freshly laundered purple hoodie.

"Oh. Well then, here, Scene Girl. You can have this one, because it's not gonna fit me." Gabe handed Scene Girl the purple hoodie he was holding before pouncing on his old one.

"Thanks for the help, you guys, we'll send you your autographs in the mail, but we really need to get going, this dweeb made us late." Ryland said, pulling Gabe into the bus and shutting the door before the bus pulled away.

"I think I'm in love..." Scene Girl said, cuddling her new hoodie to her chest.

"Come on..." Emo Boy said, rolling his eyes as he took off into the air, dragging Scene Girl with him.

this is me not smiling

2007-10-22T23:53:00.000+09:00

okay, (i shouldn't really start a sentence with "okay", alright, but still), that was a lot of commas.

RIGHT.

now.

this is me in between depression and mania and so this is a SUCKFEST.

(the door just slammed and i jumped. i do NOT like that feeling.)

-

whale.

i feel like one.

a beached one.

a helpless beached one on the verge of insanity.

.
.
.
.
.
.

-insert whale noises-

-

it's raining and i hate it. the bloody weather and the bloody people and the bloody dinner.

and OH blow it all.

i'd like to swear but i'm trying not to be hypocritical even though we all are actually underneath it all and SO this is me in between depression and mania AND digressing into the stupid, stupid, stupid little things.

i need a break.

yummy

2007-10-19T21:24:00.000+09:00

i love MARC ST. JAMES!

because you know he makes you smile like that.

and the Dolls...

...because they know what rock love is.

in my pants

2007-10-16T17:17:00.000+09:00

"type the name of the last song you listened to and add "in my pants" at the end of it."

I Never Knew You Were So Much Fun in my pants :)
A Pity Youth Doesnt Last in my pants :D
YOUNG AND RESTLESS IN MY PANTS!!!!
SUMMER LOVE IN MY PANTS hahahahhahahh!
Ride My Pony in my pants HAHAHAHHA
Come & Get Me in my pants... hahaha
World War 3 in my pants
Snow in my pants. ROFL.
Safe And Sound in my pants hahahah:)
When The Band Goes Marching By in my pants. wtf.
Cherrypop in my pants..lol
Jump Around in my pants - lol!
Free Bird in my pants. ROFL.
Hide And Seek, in my pants...
Face Down in my pants LOL!
Twirk Something in my pants bahahaha (:
Tidal Wave in my pants!!
Do It Well in my pants =O LOL...
Wish I Had An Angel in my pants
Emergency in my pants - ROFL!
Thank God I Found You in my pants!!
The Worst Is Yet To Come in my pants. LMAO
I Can't Read Lips Unless They're Touching Me in my pants - niiiice
The Feast in my pants ; ]
I Like It in my pants (hehehe)
Out Tonight in my pants
I Shot The Sheriff in my pants. LOL
Perfect Situation in my pants.

these are actual results by the way. ;)

for once, a good cause

2007-10-15T13:51:00.000+09:00

i've been telling people this,

and also this,

sorry for the terrible quality. but hey, it's a good cause anyway.

and yes, i know it's illegal to write on buses, -giggles-, but it's definitely better than "I LOVE NICOLEZZZ" or whatever crap other people write.

so. there.

delicious

2007-10-14T21:03:00.000+09:00

who wants to go to my imaginary
birthday party?

message me if you're interested.

we'll have imaginary cake, pin the
tail on the non-existant donkey and
have imaginary fun!

xoxo as always.
peas and carrots.
Lizz.

-

um, yeah.

okay, so i don't have anything else to say and so i post my bulletins. :)

well i went out today. with Steph, Faith, Marcus, Matt and my brother. Gabe's been nicer to me all of a sudden.

we were meant to go with Vanessa and Jerlynn (Sarah couldn't come because she had to play bass at a wedding! -pokes her-) but then we split up because they wanted to go with Tabi, Germaine and the like to Fairyland.

i think they'll be denied entry though. backstage passes don't work in Fairyland, no matter how awesome the show.

so we blah-ed around and got to Takashimaya to get lunch. (t'was fish, the pescatarian in me speaks!)

and we saw an invite-only fashion showcase, with a catwalk and all. (freeloaders! freeloaders!) male models have it so much easier than female ones. it isn't fair.

ZARA'S STILL SELLING THE HOODIE I WANT! -dances around Matt-
YOU OWE ME! YOU OWE ME!

okay. i discovered i'm still very child-like. i dragged them into this toy store and i got a pen with a butterfly-looking bug thing that wobbles on the top of a pen and this cute glittery lipstick, it's brand IS MY NAME.

LIZZ - MADE IN HOLLAND or something like that, i kid you not.

whoo! then we walked to The Heeren and blah. mr Chong made me try skinny jeans (GIRL PANTS) against my protests and Steph and Faith both agreed that girl pants look good on me but i begged to differ and said my thighs looked fat.

maybe i just have a bad body image or whatchamacallit.

ah. it was a good day.

we had the best time at your party, the wife and I thank you very much

2007-10-12T11:20:00.000+09:00

1. How tall are you barefoot?
- 5"2. or 5"9 with shoes.

2. Have you ever smoked?
- hookah.

3. Do you own a gun?
- you'd better run.

4. Do you hate someone right now?
- hate is a strong word. why can't we say, "have EXTREME dislike for..."

5. Do you get nervous?
- about?

6. What do you think of hotdogs?
- "we couldn't think of a better use for these spare chicken parts, so here's our new invention, THE WIENER."

7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
- all of them.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
- whatever.

9. Can you do push ups?
- on the wall.

11.What' s your favorite piece of jewelry?
- idk. you can't count, by the way.

12. Do you like painkillers?
- oh yes! i NEEED to feel numb!! - foams at the mouth-

1 3 . What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?
- i've got the russian nuclear bomb, don't tell anyone.

14. Do you own a knife?
- no, but does a chainsaw count?

15. Do you have H.I.V?
- righttt.

16. Name?
- Her Royal Highness.

17. Name 3 things u wanna do at this moment?
- go back to reading.

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought lately:
- time.

19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:
- marilyn. (manson)

20. What time did you wake up today?
- idk.

22. Current worry?
- i need to read.

23. Current hate?
- you.

24. Favorite place to be?
- sitting.

25. Least favorite place to be?
- with someone.

26. Where would you like to go now?
- here. and now.

27. Do you own slippers?
- no, and i'm proud of that.

28. What shirt are you wearing?
- white. butterflies courtesy of me.

29. Fav color?
- my favorite color is the cliche.

30. Last person u msged?
- of crs, ppl lk u cnt SPELL FOR CRAP.

31. Would you like to be a pirate?
- and a bottle of rum.

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
- my bottle of rum!

33. What songs do you sing in the
shower?
- fame>infamy. rings true.

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
- why do we have to fear as kids?

35. What's in your pocket/s right now?
- you.

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
- the irony.

37. Last thing that made you cry?
- the cruelty.

38. Worst injury you've ever had?
- i broke my eye.

39. Who is your loudest friend?
- Polly. (wants a cracker)

42. Who is your most silent friend?
- Flopsy. Mopsy. and Cottontail. not Peter.

43. Last movie you watched?
- Alexandretta and the Hendrix Experience go to the Grocery Store.

44. What is your favorite book?
- Oliver Twist. go educate yourself.

45 .What is your favorite chocolate?
- the kind without milk.

47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
- Neutral Milk Hotel. have the best songs for rock love.

48. What were you doing 12AM last night?
- thinking of (strangling) you.

49. What was the first thing you did
today?
- wonder.

50. What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday?
- tea with the queen.

it's bleeding! it's bleeding!

2007-10-09T17:21:00.000+09:00

equal parts morbid obsession and pure hilarity.

To Write Love On Her Arms

2007-10-09T16:52:00.000+09:00

TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS.
by Jamie Tworkowski

Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.

She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.

She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.

I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.

Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

as the needle hit 120mph, all i could think about was how i didn't want my last meal to be a tomato-cheese sandwich

2007-10-06T21:23:00.000+09:00

good bit
dad and i went to Swee Lee to check out the bass guitars, Fenders are heavy. "Squiers are a cheap version of Fenders.", said daddy dearetht. yeth, i lithp.

then hip-hop and band practice and all that jazz.

bad bit (and them some)
i fell asleep on the couch in church. people came to wake me up.

followed by a sudden crying jag that i couldn't get over. and i still haven't figured out why. sure as heck isn't PMS though.

i felt shittier than you could ever imagine. all through the sermony thing.

sudden laughter
sarah, faith and i had the ingenius idea to lock all the girls' bathroom stalls from the outside with a 5-cent coin.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A NICKEL.

further laughter (more maniacally)
edrik got curious. siska was there, very confused. i couldn't breathe. go figure. or ask me.

Goth talk.

2007-10-05T16:21:00.000+09:00

hey look, now it's a subculture!

peripheral: not of central importance

2007-10-04T20:19:00.000+09:00

1) my dog just got a haircut. he looks better than you.

2) dinner: raw tomatoes, steamed fish, ½ apple. go pescatarian!

3) myspace = infuriating.

4) Hayley Williams + Amanda Palmer + Debbie Harry (circa. Blondie) = fashion icon.

5) 8764124390 emails in your inbox isn't very nice to wake up to.

6) 37°C (99°F) in the shade. gasp. thus leading to my (accidental) act of pure lunacy: falling asleep in the middle of changing, butt naked on the bed, i kid you not.

7) total number of networking site invites: uh, 9 (deleted them all anyway).

8) Charlotte Sometimes. because they rock the nu-jazz scene like that.

9) i've finished Twilight. the day before yesterday actually. time flies when you're reading books.

10) war movies (eg. 300) nowadays are basically reading your script in front of a green screen. honestly, i have no respect for them now.

conclusion: -nothing to display-

i must be bored.

2007-10-02T13:23:00.001+09:00

William Moseley. ahahahahah.

some others just to be sure...

Shirley Manson i can handle, but JOHNNY DEPP?! THIS IS A RIP-OFF!

William Moseley yet again. STEVIE NICKS!?

y'know, i have no idea who those Japanese people are.

emo zombies

2007-10-02T12:51:00.000+09:00

He just threw out all of his old clothes and all the music that he owns
It's time for his yearly change of style
And she speaks with a British accent
The keyboard is her favourite instrument

The drinks are cheap and vinyl's cool.
What do you think of my new shoes?
And you know me and I know you
Yeah, we do.
The drinks are cheap and vinyl's cool.
What do you think of my new shoes?
And you know me and I know you
Yeah, we do.

She used to love Reel Big Fish
And she decided she loved The Smiths, so she downloaded all their greatest hits
And he is learning the tambourine
He tells his band that's what they're missing.

And they both go to all of the same clubs
Where everyone takes all the same drugs
And talks about how they're so fucked up.
And they try to get up and dance
But they're all wearing spray on pants
It was a sight to be seen, I wonder who they'll be next week.

The drinks are cheap and vinyl's cool.
What do you think of my new shoes?
And you know me and I know you
Yeah, we do

sing that with your Aussie accent and have me screaming for more.

i make shampoo mohawks in the shower

2007-10-01T22:11:00.000+09:00

Jon: bad grades got you down?

Ryan: maybe your parents groundedyou this weekend.

Spencer: maybe you had to mow the lawn twice in one day because you didn't do it right the first time.

Brendon: girlfriend dumped your ass?

Jon: don't worry 'bout it, cos life goes on.

-

another conversation (with Stace)

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
YOU BELIEVED ME

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
when did i ever believe in you??

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
when i said i found hitler's testicle on ebay

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
WAHAHAHAHAHA

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
OH SHEESH

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
i really went to check it out ya know.

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
like, typed in "SPRAY ON PANTS"

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
and i got all these lists of green spray pants.

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
OMFG

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
i meant CLICK THE LINK

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
and watch the video titled SPRAY ON PANTS

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
wtf

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
GAHAHAHA

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
-poke-

the element i trace around the one i comply says:
okay okay im gullible!

Ninja Lizz (is looking for her sister Evelyn) says:
YES YOU ARE

(in case you're wondering, i told her i'd found Hitler's elusive testicle on eBay and i sent her a link and the cryptic message, "SPRAY ON PANTS")

-

so there you have it folks. proof that i AM feeling happy today. somewhat dampened by a CERTAIN SOMEONE (i doubt she'll even notice), but positive on the whole.

i think, the major contributor of my happinessy feeling is the fact that i FINALLY GOT STEPHANIE MEYER'S TWILIGHT TODAY. yes, Twilight. that piece of comteporary Gothic literature i've longed for for the longest time.

and i have to say, it's absolutely absorbing. i mean, i've finished four fifths of it in less than 3 hours. it HAS to be good.

i think i've found my new favorite book. or books. because this is a Twilight SERIES. and i gotta catch 'em all (!).

-akward pause-

okay that was lame.

you can keep breathing

2007-09-26T23:11:00.000+09:00

hello darlings.

i post sporadically. and no, this time i won't tell you what "sporadically" means.

"whyever not?!" you might say.

one, whyever is not a word.

two, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO. IF YOU'RE TOO DUMB TO KNOW WHAT "SPORADICALLY" MEANS THEN GO LOOK IN A DICTIONARY.

okay, meanie moment over.

well i just found out that the video the group (Jolene, Shobana, Vani and Shakila + me) shot last week looks terrible after uploading it on the internet. therefore i will go send all the raw videos/photos/songs to Shakila's iMac thingamajig in hopes of producing a better-looking video.

Windows Movie Maker is CRAP! crap i tell you!

also, if you own a cat, always carefully check your glass of water for loose fur before drinking. ALWAYS. because fur tickles bad.

a photo from our wonderful day out.

guess what's our (self-chosen) topic.

we are freaky

2007-09-22T05:03:00.000+09:00

my question for the day actually.

a conversation

2007-09-18T19:50:00.000+09:00

Amanda Parks, my British alter ego, is here in Singapore as a foreign exchange student. she has an online conversation with Sarah (using my account, Ninja Lizz) as follows...

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
amanda here

sAsi. says:
hey amanda

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
i recovered from the jump out the window, hurrah!

sAsi. says:
did you manage to claim insurance then?

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
oh yes

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
i broke my neck

sAsi. says:
oh i see

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
then i fixed it with superglue

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
and cornflour for a cast

sAsi. says:
well that should have been interesting

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
it was

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
elizabeth helped me

sAsi. says:
i can guess she would

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
wow, in two seconds, ive received six emails

sAsi. says:
six...

sAsi. says:
i bet theres spam

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
ALL FROM THE SAME PERSON

sAsi. says:
haha!

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
!!!

sAsi. says:
I TOld you SO

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
im not gonna check it

sAsi. says:
good idea

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
im too bloody tired of breaking my cast accidentally on purpose

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
cornflour doesnt really work

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
what's my last name?!

sAsi. says:
parks

sAsi. says:
haha

sAsi. says:
cornflour doesnt work

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
parks?

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
okay

sAsi. says:
you should use your charm to beg cement from a construction site

sAsi. says:
works better

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
ooh yeah

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
then how EVER will i get it off?

sAsi. says:
you could dynamite it off

sAsi. says:
or saw it off

sAsi. says:
or melt it off

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
how absolutely wonderful

sAsi. says:
i know

sAsi. says:
or you could use your charm to waltz into a hospital and order a cast for free

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
and now i have to go

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
flying back

sAsi. says:
awwwww

sAsi. says:
okay

sAsi. says:
i'll miss ya!

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
maybe i'll pop up again

sAsi. says:
bye!

Ninja Lizz (is mad, both ways) says:
who knows

sAsi. says:
okayy

so, i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest

2007-09-13T22:02:00.000+09:00

hmph.

also...

2007-09-10T17:33:00.001+09:00

...watch this video.

Clifford's big idea for the day...

2007-09-10T16:20:00.000+09:00

i just watched Clifford The Big Red Dog!

get in touch with your inner child!

whoo!

but it's amazing how they (very) subtly taught the children how to manipulate people's minds. (episode: King Mac)

-draws sharp gasp-

i mean, the dog knew reverse psychology and all that for Pete's sake!

oh well, i guess we'll have to learn that SOME DAY.

hah.

now i guess i have to go play with my crayolas and stuffed kitty.

p.s. the big idea for the day is SHARING.

what. ever.

2007-09-09T20:26:00.000+09:00

10 THINGS ABOUT ME

1. i am not emo. deal with it.
2. i am not anorexic either. i don't even LOOK it, for pete's sake.
3. i AM, howewer, currently searching for good books to devour.
4. i'm probably what you'd call an indie snob. hmph. whatever, go cry to Jeff Mangum. (haha)
5. i have a thing for tops with weirdo designs. or OVERALL DRESSES! *winks at Stace*
6. i love my cat.
7. i think you're a perv.
8. i should stop freaking people out. for kicks.
9. i don't like saying "i" so much.
10. i can't think of anything else.

9 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART

1. be you.
2. don't be obnoxious.
3. like music.
4. don't talk shit just for the heck of it. eg. complain like SOME PEOPLE.
5. do the childishly fun things i like to do.
6. dress right.
7. be a gentleman.
8. "effervescent yet callously classy", says Nicole.
9. don't stalk people!

8 THINGS I CARRY/WEAR EVERYDAY

1. what
2. ever
3. i
4. feel
5. like
6. at
7. the
8. moment.

7 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME

1. people tapping me on the shoulder. or anywhere else for that matter.
2. the sun.
3. when my iPod dies.
4. obnoxious/bitchy people.
5. grammar. (i is kidding.)
6. teachers who can't teach.
7. chinese.

6 STATES I'VE VISITED

1. doesn't
2. really
3. count,
4. me
5. being
6. Singaporean.

5 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

1. travel the world.
2. graduate. (from..?)
3. kick ass.
4. LIVE.
5. i'll fill this in later.

4 PEOPLE I CAN TELL ALMOST ANYTHING TO

1. Sarah. Chua.
2. my cat.
3. Matt, i guess.
4. other people you don't know.

3 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF

1. dying un-peacefully.
2. a life of monotony.
3. too much tradition.

2 THINGS I DO EVERYDAY

1. laugh.
2. cry. (possibly)

1 PERSON I WANT TO SEE NOW

1. Bex.

oohoohaahaah (repeat)

2007-09-07T16:34:00.000+09:00

i'm sorry, my computer died.

so now here i am, listening to Death Cab For Cutie and gnawing my fingernails.

darn.

Stace came over on monday. mm-mm-mm-monday! (sing it.) we were discussing the "cheap thrills" of people watching.

and she liked my dress. awesome awesome.

then we went to get tickets for Hairspray while she switched the topic to Zac Efron and his reign of "hotness".

i laugh. excuse me.

i said High School Musical was propaganda and it was twisting the Disney culture of being cliché. from over-cliché-ing fairytales for little children to over-cliché-ing the already cliché-d theme of high schools and the suburbian but not necessarily ordinary lives for teeny boppers (who deserve severe brainwashing), while she tried to change my mind.

and i strongly defended my love for The Little Mermaid.

"old school Disney, old school Disney, wherefore art thou?!"

then we went to this record store to look for Paramore's Riot! to kill time before the movie.

record stores beware! woe betide disorganized shelves!

Death Cab switches to Veruca Salt.

i was making fun of all the lousy Chinese artists they had, stocked on the tables to attract attention. and they supposedly buy only one of everything to sell, because under My Chemical Romance was a DVD sitting on top of all the other non-My Chemical Romance albums!

if this were dialogue, i'd be shrieking. SHRIEKING, i tell you!

we were off once again, just as i spotted a musical soundtrack compilation.

"Cats!! Moulin Rouge! Chicago! The Phantom Of The Opera!", i squeaked excitedly as she dragged me out.

oh, the disrespect people have for musicals. and to think my father fell asleep in Cats!. FELL ASLEEP!

now i get reminded of Amanda Palmer doing a wonderful cover of I Will Follow You Into The Dark on the ukulele.

realizing we had time to kill, i convinced Stacy to follow me to City Hall. or that underground mall, my memory has forsaken me for a split-second.

when i mean underground, i mean underground. not indie. Singapore has no appreciation for anything indie.

from there, we raced to HMV to frantically search the shelves for a copy of Kerrang!. finding our search fruitless, i borrowed money and bought Paramore's Riot! just to laugh in fate's cruel face.

take that! (now i owe her $15)

then we encountered several weird, rude and just plain un-understandable people. but managed to make it back to the cinema unscathed.

---

people laugh at John Travolta dressed as a woman. i wonder why. maybe they have no appreciation for these kinds of movies. maybe they're titillated at the sight of their sick fantasies come true.

i swear, i do not understand people.

to make it worse, the lady sitting next to me was prone to burst into fits of giggles AND dance along to the music IN HER CHAIR.

people! if you want to dance, GET UP and dance! you either stand up and dance in the cinema if you like the music or sit in your chair and stuff your face with popcorn!

God!

---

whoo. at this moment i have exactly 2000 myspace profile views.

whatever.

finishing Hairspray, we realized i was ONE HOUR late for tuition. what do we do?!

make it in time for the last half-hour of it of course.

---

oh well. my pinkies betray me, go read Stace's blog for the minor, minor details. now, here to pacify you...

ah, Patrick Wolf.

kerrang! and all that jazz

2007-08-27T17:57:00.000+09:00

i like that song.

and i like Kerrang! too.

yeah i like a lot of things.

i like YOU. i like the bass guitar i have not yet gotten. i like cd's. i like cameras. i like movies. i like postcards. i like headbanging. i like Hayley Williams. i like laughing. i like ponies. i like stars. i like sunsets. i like music. i like posters. i like YOU, maybe.

i, like, LOVE my cat.

and i, like, should stop, like, referring to myself so much. because i (there i go again), like, sound so self-absorbed.

which is, like, stupid.

and yeah. i don't like lots of things too.

like you.

en français...

2007-08-23T12:49:00.000+09:00

le poulet est avant l'oeuf pas l'autre manière 'ronde. et nous vivons heureusement dans le château dans les nuages.

Jason a un temps impressionnant jouer là.
il, cependant, est venu comme oeuf avant le Jason.

MacromediaFlash est merde totale et nous nous ennuyons.

ainsi mon ordinateur commited le suicide.

bonjour.

or, if you prefer English...

the chicken is before the egg. not the other way 'round. and we live happily in the castle in the clouds.

Jason has an awesome time playing there.
he, however, came as the egg before the Jason.

MacromediaFlash is total crap. and we are bored.

so my computer commited suicide.

good day.

i bought a Beatles t-shirt!

2007-08-09T23:20:00.000+09:00

-refer to title-

hello Edward Lear

2007-08-09T20:00:00.000+09:00

Biggie and L'il Kim.
oh how you do.
the runcible Quangle-Wangles,
in an aeroplane over the sea.
where Friday dances along the shores.
calypso.

sore throats, sore souls

2007-08-08T11:39:00.000+09:00

i feel depressed. and i have no idea why.

last night Sarah, Matt and i had this really long conversation into the dark, looming midnight.

12.38 to be exact.

anyway, we were talking about people being transparent and opaque and so on. psychology stuff. i realized that my moodiness is very obvious. Sarah is in between and Matt is just adorably open.

like the time he just went flat out and told everyone he liked Sarah.

he'll be the death of secret crushes.

oh yes, staying up so late and talking for two and a half hours is not recommended. especially when you still have a fever, sore throat and so on.

so i didn't go to school.

I WON'T BE GOING TO SCHOOL FOR A WHOLE WEEK!

and i should be going out with Matt and some other people tomorrow. Sarah wouldn't go 'cos she's too lazy. she said so herself.

hurh. we should all get degrees in psychology.

my computer commited suicide

2007-08-03T21:49:00.000+09:00

yes it did.

so that's the reason why i haven't been posting for 897236827562fguwyieg2pto';kp[01 days.

have some love.

hang in there

2007-07-23T21:30:00.000+09:00

to the Korean missionaries in Iraq:
people are praying for you.
be brave.
God be with you.

a pineapple on the shores of california

2007-07-22T20:37:00.000+09:00

going to the bookstore is fun.

trying on boots is even fun-ner.

but typing crap with Sarah is the best.

---

"I wanna eat fried mars bars.

Elizabeth Mak is a.... something.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na.

Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum

Goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo

Ice cream and ting ting candy is good for the mind and health (with the exception of Elizabeth. In HER case, it SPOILS her mental and health state)

*blowing bubbles*

Chicken looking timers are fun to play with

MR. POLICEMAN! STOP SAYING, “EH EH EH EH EH EH”

“... UNDER MY UMBRELLA, ELLA ELLA, EH EH EH
UNDER MY UMBRELLA, EH EH EH EH EH EH”

WTF.

NYAH NYAH NYAH.

OR NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH.

MR. POLICEMAN... PLEASE ARREST ITU ORANG FOR BEING SO KOLO BAKKA.

MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM PRESS! MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM MUM

PINEAPPLES ON THE SHORES OF CALIFORNIA.

SWISH.

Elizabeth is mad and VERY BLAH.
( Still can’t think of a word yet)

Goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo..
Goo goo goo goo goo goo goo
Etcetc.
Neh neh neh neh neh neh neh
Etcetc.

Miss Elizabeth, can you arrest yourself for getting high on Ting Ting candy?

You know, you should be BANNED from eating Ting Ting candy unless you’re by yourself OR are about to go onstage...
I shall write a petition to the Government of Singapore AND California, where the pineapples grow, and I am sure they’ll take good notice of that. YAY! I am bored.

YAY. I AM MAD, SAYS ME. I AM CRAZY, I AM. YAY! SEE ME! SEE ME! I AM GOING MAD OVER TAXI CALLS! SEE ME! SEE ME! (SOUNDS LIKE SOME KID BOOK)
This is me FRAMING LIZZ! Yay

Isn’t this FUN?

I’M SPASTIC AND PROUD."

---

i'm the un-bold and caps one, she's the one in bold and talking more nonsense than i am.

so i went to Kinokuniya and bought the July edition of Spin. there's Interpol on the cover, they're GOOD.

then to the department store we go.

leather high-heeled boots, hard-to-fit heels, ugly overpriced wedges.

leather = evil

Ronald McDonald is a fascist sonofabitch.

---

singing lessons; Amy Lee probably does the same singing program thing as Sarah and i, Speech Level Singing. orwhat.

it was:

1) First Cut Is The Deepest - Sheryl Crow
2) Come Down To Me - Saving Jane
3) Extraordinary - Liz Phair
4) Wine Red - The Hush Sound

we settled on Show A Little Faith by Charlotte Church. who is NOT opera anymore.

she's so goood. ohmygosh, i love her voice.

and Hayley Westenra.

echo - the hush sound

2007-07-22T20:19:00.000+09:00

You are the lighthouse, the seamark

The tempests created this tide

I'm pulled to the black silver ocean

Where the current and the heavens collide

You are the brick

I am so unpredictable led by the current away

Your solid stage is so necessary to save

All those who stray

You are the navigator who never could lead

We were lost in the silver sea

I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink

I am your thought but the water is amnesia

My name is on the tip of your tongue
My image is slipping

But your memory is gripping it

This is my breath in your lungs

You are the navigator who never could lead

We were lost in the silver sea

I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink

Echo, my voice is an echo

of places I don't know

and stories I've been told

Echo. We all are connected a lighthouse

A voyage for history's sake,

Will you please take notice?

if any of the school faculty is reading this...

2007-07-20T03:19:00.000+09:00

nobody really likes the school, the administrative system sucks ass and the food is gross.

i also appreciate the fact that you're pretty much taking a quick peek into the minds of the school population. so you can horrify yourselves at what we're actually like.

you. have. no. idea.

we're gay, we're dirty-mouthed, we're whores.

well, the majority anyway.

love,
Lixx (is the name, don't wear it out)

Bill, your hips don't lie

2007-07-18T19:26:00.000+09:00

oh no they don't. oh yes they do.

WAIT.

hips can't lie. and i wanna cry. (rhyme not intended)

really. but i think telling the reason will be too stupid written (or typed) down.

Frank Sinatra is good.

don't go all P. Diddy on me and feat. somebody on all your tracks to hide your lousy music.

haiku

2007-07-16T21:44:00.000+09:00

why am i counting
syllables on my fingers
when i read haikus

Shannon ImaBoy (NotaGirl)

2007-07-15T11:13:00.000+09:00

with the parenthesis.

IT'S A GIRL'S NAME!

i mean Shannon from 30 Second To Mars, the most poser-esque band EVER.

YOU! ARE! NOT! EMO!

'specially Jared Leto. scrape off that eyeliner, would ya? it's getting cliché. AND wash your hair. hygiene apparently isn't in your genes.

a dilemma

2007-07-15T11:04:00.000+09:00

Regina Spektor's Begin To Hope @ 18.95

Nirvana's Nevermind @ 16.95

the choice is obvious.

WE WELCOME THE RAMONES INTO LIZZ'S (somewhat inadequate) CD COLLECTION!

and at only 9.95 too.

you're kitsch!

2007-07-13T18:50:00.000+09:00

just like Britney Spears, pink flamingos on your front yard and camwhoring.

wait, i have to explain what kitsch is (so the dumb-asses can understand what i'm talking about)

kitsch [kɪtʃ]
–noun
something of tawdry design, appearance, or content created to appeal to popular or undiscriminating taste.

otherwise known as tacky.

---

Nick Zinner is cute.

all hail the first picture ever posted on this blog!

est-ce que ce n'est pas juste adorable?!

you, me, and everyone we know

2007-07-12T21:23:00.000+09:00

you new favorite band. yes.

and magazine editors are probably gonna hate putting them on the cover because of the comma usage. heh.

ohkay. this is amusing.

QueenAdreena says, "JOLENEEEE"

my hands smell like clorox now...

2007-07-11T20:24:00.000+09:00

...and that's what you get when Iero buries his face in the dust too many times.

old names/personalities the (current) Iero has (previously) used:

- Mickey
- Princess Gerard (forgive me Faith! i couldn't help it)
- GerardMikeyRayBobFRANK! (with the !)
- Frank

all hail My Chemical Romance. AND Pencey Prep.

FRANKK.

panic! in your pants

2007-07-09T20:53:00.000+09:00

Are you smiling?
um, yeah, cos Sarah C's sugar high now

When is the last time you met someone new?
yesterday, Klaryssa, i think. does that count?

What is irritating you right now?
the fact that i know html and my neck is aching

When did you last eat pizza?
i can't remember. really. maybe some saturdays ago.

Do you drink beer?
ew. no.

Do you have any friends who are famous?
do i? i don't know. probably.

Are you any good at poker?
strip poker.

What do you want?
i want it, i want it, i want you, i want a coin-operated boy

Are you tired?
only a little.

Last spoken words you heard?
Gabriel says, "SUICIDAL POTATOES!"

Have you ever kissed anyone named John?
uh, no. okay yes. because my brother's middle name's John. but HE kissed me.

Besides your bed, what is your favorite thing in your room?
my junk.

Pepsi or Coke?
i'm addicted to liquid cocaine.

Did you ever throw up?
the last time i remember was when i was 7.

Did you ever throw up while kissing someone?
if i did, poor person.

Who is the last person you hugged?
Jovee or Dharsh. i hug them everyday.

Are you restless?
definitely.

Is your computer a laptop?
nope, i like 'em big.

Are you allowed to stay up later than 10pm on a weeknight?
i'm not really sure. bedtime isn't fixed really.

How many xanga views do you have?
hmm... NONE.

Want to be a princess?
can i be your fire-breathing dragon instead? then i can tell the world about how dragons are strereotyped into big, mean, people-eating animals and the cruel knights who kill us for the girl.

Do you believe dreams come true?
yeah, i got déjà vu before. too many times actually.

Last song you heard?
Jolene, by QueenAdreena

Do you like Batman?
The Joker > vigilantes who kick Superman ass big-time

Who is in the room with you?
brother dearest.

Whose house did you go to last night?
grandma's.

Who was the last person you told you love them?
my cat.

What was the last thing you ate?
green beans.

What were you doing before this?
well i stole this quiz off Sarah Lingity Ling Ding Dong so i guess you could say blog-surfing.

What is the closest item near you that is blue?
a protractor. i have no idea where it came from.

What are you wearing on your feet?
my feet are nudists.

What instant messaging service do you use?
Windows Messenger. my computer ate MSN and Windows Live. i 'm thinking of AIM or something.

What is your favorite website?
probably MySpace. and Wikipedia. and RadioBlogClub. and random personal ones.

What are your favourite kind of footwear?
my feet are nudists!! but my wonderfully HAND-PAINTED, POSSIBLY DESTROYED FOREVER Converse-es. also, the ever-faithful beat-up something somethings that followed me to two states of Canada, Hong Kong, various places of Malaysia and of course Singapore.

What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants?
jeans please!

What is the last movie you watched?
um.. seriously? i can't remember.

What do you currently hear right now?
Sunday Night Scene's Sucker For A Good Time (Acoustic)

When did you last buy a new pair of pants?
pants as in the Brit one: underwear, or other version: trousers?

When did you last take a shower?
five hours ago.

Where is your favorite place to be?
oh too many. carnivals for one. backstage too. VANCOUVER.

Where is your mom?
at Uncle Simon's house.

Where do you sleep?
on the bed, on a mattress, in a sleeping bag. my favorite's the floor/beanbag with Sprite.

Where do you shop the most?
anything goes...

Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
it says, "Jasper, Canada" go figure.

Are you happy with where you live?
pretty much. but i could be happier.

Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is ok?
possibly. i'm not making any promises.

Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?
it would be hard.

Have you ever talked about marriage with someone?
Sarah C. and Matt at the same time. haha.

Do you want someone you can't have?
i can't think of it now. maybe my Coin-Operated Boy.

Do you believe love at first sight exists?
yep.

Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?
yep.

Do you believe that you can change someone?
yep.

Would you consider engagement or marriage right after school?
kindergarten.

poetry slam workshop

2007-07-07T18:58:00.000+09:00

'twas awesome.

yeah i loved it. a place to be over-dramatic and actually accepted!

(i'm trying to type this all as fast as i can cos i want to go watch Live Earth)

oh yeah, and at the workshop, we wore green for global warming awareness.

we also experienced some bad dressers, nice people and he-bitches.

(some) maris stella high school boys, you're an insult to humanity.

like, don't be a bitch and criticize people.

why? cos nobody likes bitches.

"but i don't care what other people think!" yeah, but that's in the bad way. BIATCH.

BITCH. BIOTCH. BIATCH. BETCH.

7 pm, gotta scoot.

WHOA LIZZIE!

2007-07-06T23:14:00.000+09:00

don't eat chocolate so late at night.

and check out this page.

SISTIC.COM

THE NOISETTES!! THE ACADEMY IS...!! COBRA STARSHIP!!

daddy dearest. PLEASE.

(though Hinder is a really lame excuse for hard rock)

404 - ERROR

2007-07-06T16:36:00.000+09:00

can there be so damning a thing as cliques?

or annoying?

the everything test

2007-07-04T19:32:00.000+09:00

personality
more emotional than logical, more concerned about others than concerned about self, more religious than atheist, more loner than dependent, more lazy than workaholic, more rebel than traditional, more artistic mind than engineering mind, more idealist than cynical, more leader than follower, and more extroverted than introverted.
As for specific personality traits, you are religious (67%), innovative (57%).

uh huh...

stereotypes
Punk Rock 80%
Emo Kid 56%
Hippie 53%

RIGHT...

life experience
Travel 9%

(i'm not gonna tell you anything else under that section. AND where i've travelled to, THEY DIDN'T PUT! so don't believe it!)

politics
your political views would best be described as Socialist, whom you agree with around 78% of the time.

i don't really care. what's a Socialist anyway?

socioeconomic
404 ERROR, SECTION NOT FOUND

because i put my yearly income as $0! hah!

if your life was a movie, it would be rated G.By the way, your hottness rank is 69%, hotter than 79% of other test takers.

rightt... and how do you know i'm hot? do you even KNOW me?!

take this test HERE.

gugh, another waste of time.

dear mr. magazine...

2007-07-03T19:04:00.000+09:00

heh, randomly surfing around, then i found this line, "please stop acting emo, 'cos you suck at it"

it's true how many bad actors there are.

"dear mr. magazine, i never wrote one single thing for you or your so-called music scene"

SO-CALLED.

flip through magazines, the girly-esque kind. or whatever they're called.

what do you see? MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE?! PANIC! AT THE DISCO?! FALL OUT BOY?!

these are the reasons why people are calling those bands posers now.

IT'S NOT THE BANDS PEOPLE! IT'S THE FANS!

fans! the stupid fourteen year-old wannabes too in love with the members!!

GAH!

"... hold your head high heavy heart"

and here's another line, "... i can't use the word emo, because its original meaning of 'emotional' has now become like, the definition of a young generation of problematic indolent retarded youths who slit their wrists."

this is the slam

2007-07-03T18:43:00.000+09:00

poetry slam, that is. i know it sounds lame but what the heck.

award-winning poetry slam.

provocative, political, different. (the three P's)

i like the way they used two voices to make it sound... um... scarier? darn, i've run out of adjectives. (must read dictionary)

oh yes, and if you can't hear a thing then i suggest turning up the volume.

another one, i like this one better, funner, like.

"...BUT! like old-school Nintendo, all you gotta do is just- *blows*"

dear me (an extremely polite reminder)

2007-07-01T19:45:00.000+09:00

stop being so unbelievably misanthropic towards people you don't like/pity. leave them alone, for Heaven's sake.

"just do (sh)it"

and here's a good cause to support.

can you believe all the times we're fooled by the magazines? why do all the girls go after "perfection"?

beauty is being truly happy with who you are.

my happy ending. not really.

2007-07-01T17:29:00.000+09:00

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
I'm Not Okay (cool)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Dangerous Game (haha)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Sleep (?!)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Disenchanted (HAH!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Dance, Dance (!!)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Send My Love To The Dancefloor, I'll See You In Hell (fitting)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Forward Motion

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Life After Death And Taxes (wtf)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Give Me Novacaine (HAH)

WHAT IS 2+2?
Dead!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
Crash The Party (yay)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Here Without You (?!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous (HA!)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
The Real Thing (fitting!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Hypnotised (hahahaha!!)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes (HAHAHAHA!)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Leave Me Alone (cool)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Grenade Jumper

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Seven Minutes In Heaven (wtf?! hahahahaha!)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Dancing Alone (SERIOUSLY! IT WAS THAT!)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Use My Shoulder (uh huh)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon (HA)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
My Happy Ending

lithium

2007-06-30T17:09:00.000+09:00

everyone needs (or wishes) to be emotionally stable.

kick THEN scream. or was it vice versa?

2007-06-28T21:42:00.001+09:00

GOD PLEASE HELP ME.

i'm so pissed. okay, pissed is officially a cliché so i probably shouldn't use it anymore.

I'M ~~FUCKED~~ TERRIBLY ANNOYED.

or was.

GOD! must stop self-doubt.

you know, sometimes i wonder if i even get myself all worked up just FOR SHOW.

once a drama queen, always a drama queen. never serious enough to even trust herself.

MUST. STOP. BEING. SO. UNBEARABLY. NARCISSISTIC!

yours truly,
a dirty-mouthed drama queen who needs emotional management

au revoir, mon cherie

2007-06-23T14:54:00.000+09:00

my computer's dead.

so there.

we control the chaos behind a gun

2007-06-22T23:15:00.001+09:00

ignore my previous post. i apologise for my narcissism.

i just read an essay by Serj Tankian (System Of A Down) yeah, i may be slow considering that it was on the internet two days after the 9/11 attacks.

but whatever. he made me think again about the current war situation in the Middle East. i mean, seeing all that crap on Friendster makes me wonder about the sad lives we're leading right now.

no ambition, no purpose, we just take pictures of ourselves with lousy cameraphones in the mirror.

PEOPLE! GET. A. LIFE.

and the essay. why are we fighting (and killing innocent civillians in the process) in a war that's meant to stop the violence?

i've always thought this was strange. but i forgot to blog about it.

this is either taking action immediately without forethought or being extremely childish.

THINK OF ALL THE FUTURES YOU'RE TAKING AWAY; THE CHILDREN YOU MURDER IN A WAR THAT ISN'T THEIRS.

read the essay here.

another thought: why fight among yourselves when there are worse problems like AIDS, poverty and global warming? can't you do something more productive? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

say that you love me!

2007-06-22T21:38:00.000+09:00

maybe Mika has insecurity problems.

maybe i should stop being so shallow myself. i mean, yesterday i was wondering if everything i did was just to fool everyone.

even myself.

give up acting Lizz. and come to think of it, self-doubt too.

i'm confusing myself with this non-existant paradox.

"no, i don't break hearts, i just dent them."

ear candy

2007-06-21T14:56:00.000+09:00

for your listening pleasure...

damn, that's better than the original.

soundtrack to your summer '07

2007-06-21T13:04:00.000+09:00

what the hell, we DON'T have summer on the loverly island of singapore.

so i'll do a little wishful thinking.

if we DID have summer, this would probably be my playlist for the season:

No Tomorrow, Orson

Dirty Little Secret, The All-American Rejects

Tout Envoyer En L'air, Kyo

Do What You Want, OK Go

Shores Of California, The Dresden Dolls

Lovefool, The Cardigans

Where We Went Wrong, The Hush Sound

Samson, Regina Spektor

Gold Lion, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Digital Love, Daft Punk

Misery Buisness, Paramore

When You Were Young, The Killers

Semi-Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind

Extraordinary, Liz Phair

Do You Believe In Magic, Aly & AJ

Boston, Augustana

Middle Of Nowhere, Hot Hot Heat

Pretty In Punk, Fall Out Boy

Flavor Of The Week, American Hi-Fi

+ a lot of Garbage, No Doubt and Red Hot Chilli Peppers

go on, headbang. you know you want to.

my new favorite thing

2007-06-20T16:15:00.001+09:00

or actually person. or youtube account.

GO LOCHNESSA!

i love her videos.

COBRALICIOUS.

she rants. isn't that fun?!

dialect 101

2007-06-19T12:00:00.000+09:00

i probably should do my homework right now, even though homework and i do not mix well. IT'S A CONSPIRACY!

on a lighter note i watched Paycheck yesterday. and now i have Little Miss Sunshine waiting for me, along with An Inconvenient Truth. thanks daddy!

QUESTION: what the hell does kiam pak mean?! Jeann just called me that and it sucks because i have no idea what it means.

oh well. i-ay ove-lay uo-yay ny-ay+ay-way.

or however you spell it.

what's the day again?

2007-06-13T22:02:00.000+09:00

You Found Me's a really sappy song, but still one of my favorites. by Kelly Clarkson.

what's the date? i seriously have no idea. that's a con of the holidays; you unknowingly disconnect yourself from reality and spend all your time (wasted) on myspace, watching all those dvds you wanted and playing with your cat.

okay, it applies to my case anyway.

anyway, on the 10th of june, which was x days ago (or maybe today), the Dresden Dolls' music video for Shores Of California was/is released!

and fyi, it's inspired by David Lee Roth's video for California Girls, hence the beach. or maybe that's all a coincidence.

anyway, watch it. it's fucking amazing.

that part where Amanda starts making out with Kelly (from the "Shoes" video) totally took me by surprise. i was like, "WHOA, where'd THAT come from?!"

but everything else was just awesome. i have to go to Venice Beach, which is in California, not Italy, strangely.

"like, oh my god, shoes!"

Milan + Osaka (or bust!)

2007-06-12T16:52:00.000+09:00

i kind of abuse my eyes. (and a lot of other things i own actually.)

and i heart lists.

what sarah + matt owe me:

- a geisha (a.k.a. whore) doll
- The Nightmare Before Christmas paraphernalia (fancy word for junk)
- Melody Fall's album Consider Us Gone (i hope)

obsessing, wasting time and why it can kill

2007-06-11T18:01:00.000+09:00

why should we obsess?

it probably gives us something to do, seeing that it's the summer holidays and we're all BORED TO DEATH.

ob·sess [əbˈsɛs]
–verb (used with object)
1. to dominate or preoccupy the thoughts, feelings, or desires of (a person); beset, trouble, or haunt persistently or abnormally: Suspicion obsessed him.
–verb (used without object)
2. to think about something unceasingly or persistently; dwell obsessively upon something.

i've never actually OBSESSED over something to a certain extent where ALL my blog posts and all i talk/bore everyone is/are about that subject.

wasting time is another thing altogether. that you can do ALL the time.

how to waste time:
- sit in your bedroom
- lie on your bed, staring at the posters on your ceiling
- look up at the sky, count the stars and contemplate the very existance of mankind and why we are screwed up, over and inside out

just a few ideas.

another good time-wasting game is making up silly stories with your best friend, RIGHT SARAH?!

wikipedia (or: this is how we digress)

2007-06-06T23:34:00.000+09:00

in alphabetical order...

...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead (a band who knows Amanda Palmer!)

Adio (brand of sportswear/skatewear, i can't seem to remember)

Bam Margera (some skater guy who did Jackass, the movie)

Black Dahlia (the other name for Elizabeth Short, who was murdered. and a movie. and a band)

Charles Baudelaire (French poet)

Cleveland Torso Murderer (wouldn't it be terrible if you died and nobody knew who you were?)

Coccyx (pronounced kok-siks, the tailbone)

Doppelgänger (German for "evil twin" ha ha)

Dylan Smith (that cute little boy who played young Will Turner in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl is FIFTEEN, wtf)

HiM (a band. they're Finnish! who knew?)

Internet Movie Database (that was an accident)

Kevin Max (cos i forgot the title of his book, Unfinished Work)

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (a song by The Beatles, strangely intriguing. GO READ!)

Lumbar Puncture (a.k.a. spinal tap. treatment for meningitis, but i forgot what that was)

Marilyn Monroe (one of the best actresses ever)

Montage Sequence ("when did you ever get interested in film studies?", i was asked)

Napoleon Dynamite (supposedly very good coming-of-age movie, MUST WATCH)

The Newsboys (Christian pop/rock band)

Ragnarök (Norse mythology, a good bedtime story about THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT)

books i desperately need to read

2007-06-06T17:02:00.000+09:00

We Have Always Lived In The Castle, by Mary Shelley (who also wrote Frankenstein, by the way)

The Lionboy Trilogy by Zizou Corder (but that's a pen name, meaning NOT THE REAL NAME to you dumb-asses)

Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy

Everything Hurts: An Essential Guide To Emo Culture by Trevor Kelley and Leslie Simon (that's a DEFINITE!)

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer (vampires and a romance, ha ha)

His Dark Materials (a trilogy) by Phillip Pullman (which is The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass chronologically)

Oscar Wilde And The Candlelight Murders by Gyles Brandeth

get this shit mothball off me!

2007-05-31T22:39:00.000+09:00

sorry, i was a little nuts just now.

definitions of nuts:

Hazelnuts

the not-so-scary stage of being nuts.

eg. Sarah, Lizz (however, Lizz has been known to suddenly combust into stages far more severe than your puny little brain could ever possibly imagine)

you heard that buster, i COMBUST. (poof!)

Kittynuts

that time of night when your cat (in your room) starts jumping around uncontrollably and consequently breaks that pretty porcelain jewelry box you got from someone special.

this usually mellows as the cat gets older, hence KITTYnuts.

eg. Sprite

Coconuts

tropical fruit that grows on tall trees.

also used to described a particular girl who is crazy for Anakin Skywalker and Orlando Bloom. and thinks i look like Mary-Jane Watson from Spiderman.

(then i laugh at her)

eg. Udi

Mattadamia nuts

extremely rare form of nuts. this only affects one person i know. it makes the person stricken with someone else and say REALLY weird things.

eg. Matt

there you have it. my dictionary of the known forms of nuts. i might add more later.

sidetrack: go read Chuck Palahniuk's Rant, he's an awesome writer, and i can tell just by reading the first chapter and a half.

for your viewing pleasure.

2007-05-30T16:24:00.000+09:00

yootoob! save us all!

i was surfing around for the video of The Dresden Dolls' Sing.

that's my new favorite video. it really makes you think.

here's the alternate cut that was considered for the song.

living statues, theatre and a great renaissance.

could it get any better?

oh, then i got sidetracked (as usual)

behold Brendon Urie (Panic! At The Disco) + Dresden Dolls' Baby One More Time!

Brendon HAS a voice. and i don't have to convince you that Amanda's is just as great.

know what? this is better than Britney's.

Life is no cabaret

We don't care what you say

We're inviting you anyway

You motherf-ckers you'll sing someday

current status

2007-05-30T02:50:00.000+09:00

throat hurts.

- My Bloody Valentine by Good Charlotte running through my head. strangely, only the bridge/instrumental part.

- 2:10 am. that's right, junior insomniac alert.

okay, so today i went out and i saw Pirates Of The Caribbean: blah blah blah. it was pretty good, even though some people said it wasn't.

(losers)

the storyboard people deserve an award. go watch and come back to read the remainder post.

-you go watch the movie-

yeah, WHO would have thought of that? and i also like the way they squeeze in humor into the meant-to-be-serious bits.

anyway, then i went to borders.

WE PROUDLY INTRODUCE NINE INCH NAILS' YEAR ZERO TO MY RECORD COLLECTION!

oh, how i digress.

[progress, digress, regress, repeat] + seagrass