Naz, Ash and I came up with this today. I love these idiots, they make me smile! :) It's a letter from Amelie Simone Mauresmo to me, written mostly by Naz and Ash. I wish it were true, and it was so funny, I had to post it here. Enjoy...
My Dearest Stephanie,
From months of reading your and Ashley's e-mails (as you know I do), of one thing I always had felt confident. And that was undying love and devotion. But now I see reference after reference by you to Natasha Kai. I am human! And you have driven me to great jealousy!
After years, I finally had resolved that 2009 would be the year that I would take your and Ashley's advice and free myself from Marie, so that you and I could begin our lives together in KL. And now I question if it is I or Natasha Kai that you really want.
Stephanie, while I may be French, I do not do ménage à trois. The choice, therefore, is yours: Natasha Kai or me? Yes, it is true that she is a soccer player and I am a tennis player. But I too am capable of playing soccer and she is not capable of playing tennis. Have you not see the pictures?
The decision, dearest Stephanie, is in your hands.
--Amelie
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
--gavotte in A minor.
Hotties, all of 'em!
Kelvin, Mee Hun, Nicole and me.
Bianca, Anni (my violin) and I.
Nervous as hell before the piece.
Solo-ing!Friday, December 19, 2008
--what I feel
You know I'm scared,
And you know I'm afraid,
You know I'm worried,
About what I'm gonna say,
When it all goes down,
You catch me looking around,
Yeah, when no one’s watching,
My tears hit the ground,
That’s when I say...
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
I don’t cry.
Well, I'm still young,
But I've been taught,
To stand up straight and take a shot,
And I'm not weak,
I swear I'm strong,
Yeah and I can't win and still be wrong,
That’s when I say...
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
I don’t cry.
This is what I am, and I can never change,
Open up your eyes, your only innocence,
I don’t cry when my heroes die,
My hands are strong, I'm never wrong,
Sticks and stones and broken bones,
Punches, blows, all of those.
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
Hey, give me one more chance.
And you know I'm afraid,
You know I'm worried,
About what I'm gonna say,
When it all goes down,
You catch me looking around,
Yeah, when no one’s watching,
My tears hit the ground,
That’s when I say...
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
I don’t cry.
Well, I'm still young,
But I've been taught,
To stand up straight and take a shot,
And I'm not weak,
I swear I'm strong,
Yeah and I can't win and still be wrong,
That’s when I say...
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
I don’t cry.
This is what I am, and I can never change,
Open up your eyes, your only innocence,
I don’t cry when my heroes die,
My hands are strong, I'm never wrong,
Sticks and stones and broken bones,
Punches, blows, all of those.
I don’t cry,
I don’t lose,
I don’t fall for girls like you,
I don’t cry,
I don’t dance,
I don’t ask for one more chance,
Hey, give me one more chance.
Nice bit of poetry, isn't it? Naz has a rhyming dictionary! *is jealous* All credit to Naz for this pretty piece! All I did was the second verse (and a little bit more), which is by far, the most dramatic! :)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
--bombs away!
First, name your ten top best friends.
Second, rank them from number one to ten.
Third, write down a short description about them.
1. Helen -- allergic obsessive-compulsive who loves Roger Federer.
2. Carin -- nice obsessive-compulsive who tells me to be good.
3. Vivien -- fashionable bimbo who would kill to put me in a dress and heels.
4. Amy -- fashionable bimbo who wants to design clothes.
5. Sarah -- pastor's kid who isn't that bad after all.
6. Fida -- my Malay dictionary and Economy answerbook
7. Naz -- hard-ass who plays bass. (Hey, that kinda rhymed...)
8. Sulekha -- weirdo who thinks I'm more weird than she is.
9. Cadbury --ever-adorable love of my life.
10. Ashley -- totally whipped freak who is obsessed with Amelie, too.
1. How did you meet number 1?
Oh, oh this is a fun story! We were in Form 1, and she asked me how many As I got for UPSR, thinking I'd be competition to her huge brain. When she decided I wasn't, we became besties. And we were holding the same book (the fifth Princess Diaries), how fucking cool is that?
2. Why is number 7 your best friend?
Because we like a lot of the same things, like music and tennis and books, and we play in a band together, and we're too close to even consider hooking up (ugh!), so best friends it is.
3. What is number 10 like?
Funny. A lot like me.
4. What is your favorite memory of number 3?
Oh, oh, this is a good story, too! My favorite memory of Bunwoman is when we weren't friends yet. Hell, I didn't even know the girl! She was in form 1, and one day, while I was standing with Pik Ee, pretending to be on duty, this girl with lips to rival Helen's runs out of her line, grabs a boy and drags him back to her line, in a way not unlike the Native Americans, shouting, "This boy is in my class!" I shook her hand, laughing and thought, "This girl is gonna be a prefect." And sure enough, I was right.
5. Who does number 9 like?
Helen, Sarah and Godma.
6. Love them all?
Definitely.
7. Trust them all?
Hm, well. Most of them, I guess.
8. How old is number 4?
16.
9. Ever been in the same bed? If so, who?
Uh, a lot of them when we took pictures at my birthday? Oh, and Naz. And Cadbury.
10. Does number 8 know you guys are best friends?
Uh, duh?
11. Name one of number 5's hobbies.
Making faces at me during English Lit class.
12. What is number 6 good at?
Letting me copy from her during exams.
13. Do you have a crush on anyone above?
Ew, no.
14. Make nicknames for all of them.
Mrs Roger, Mrs Mika, Mrs Marat, Mrs Pettyfer, Mrs Nole, Mrs Azwin Andy, Mrs Jelena, Mrs Mamak, Boi, Mrs Dolores O'Riordan.
15. Do you love number 1?
Of course.
16. Who is number 2 dating?
Mika, in her dreams.
17. Ever gone on a date with anyone?
Uh, no. Not a date. Ew.
18. Know all of number 2's secrets?
Most of them. Haha, I know and you don't!
19. When was the last time you saw number 8?
I don't know.
20. Tag people.
Everyone who I referred to on this, except those who don't have blogs.
Second, rank them from number one to ten.
Third, write down a short description about them.
1. Helen -- allergic obsessive-compulsive who loves Roger Federer.
2. Carin -- nice obsessive-compulsive who tells me to be good.
3. Vivien -- fashionable bimbo who would kill to put me in a dress and heels.
4. Amy -- fashionable bimbo who wants to design clothes.
5. Sarah -- pastor's kid who isn't that bad after all.
6. Fida -- my Malay dictionary and Economy answerbook
7. Naz -- hard-ass who plays bass. (Hey, that kinda rhymed...)
8. Sulekha -- weirdo who thinks I'm more weird than she is.
9. Cadbury --ever-adorable love of my life.
10. Ashley -- totally whipped freak who is obsessed with Amelie, too.
1. How did you meet number 1?
Oh, oh this is a fun story! We were in Form 1, and she asked me how many As I got for UPSR, thinking I'd be competition to her huge brain. When she decided I wasn't, we became besties. And we were holding the same book (the fifth Princess Diaries), how fucking cool is that?
2. Why is number 7 your best friend?
Because we like a lot of the same things, like music and tennis and books, and we play in a band together, and we're too close to even consider hooking up (ugh!), so best friends it is.
3. What is number 10 like?
Funny. A lot like me.
4. What is your favorite memory of number 3?
Oh, oh, this is a good story, too! My favorite memory of Bunwoman is when we weren't friends yet. Hell, I didn't even know the girl! She was in form 1, and one day, while I was standing with Pik Ee, pretending to be on duty, this girl with lips to rival Helen's runs out of her line, grabs a boy and drags him back to her line, in a way not unlike the Native Americans, shouting, "This boy is in my class!" I shook her hand, laughing and thought, "This girl is gonna be a prefect." And sure enough, I was right.
5. Who does number 9 like?
Helen, Sarah and Godma.
6. Love them all?
Definitely.
7. Trust them all?
Hm, well. Most of them, I guess.
8. How old is number 4?
16.
9. Ever been in the same bed? If so, who?
Uh, a lot of them when we took pictures at my birthday? Oh, and Naz. And Cadbury.
10. Does number 8 know you guys are best friends?
Uh, duh?
11. Name one of number 5's hobbies.
Making faces at me during English Lit class.
12. What is number 6 good at?
Letting me copy from her during exams.
13. Do you have a crush on anyone above?
Ew, no.
14. Make nicknames for all of them.
Mrs Roger, Mrs Mika, Mrs Marat, Mrs Pettyfer, Mrs Nole, Mrs Azwin Andy, Mrs Jelena, Mrs Mamak, Boi, Mrs Dolores O'Riordan.
15. Do you love number 1?
Of course.
16. Who is number 2 dating?
Mika, in her dreams.
17. Ever gone on a date with anyone?
Uh, no. Not a date. Ew.
18. Know all of number 2's secrets?
Most of them. Haha, I know and you don't!
19. When was the last time you saw number 8?
I don't know.
20. Tag people.
Everyone who I referred to on this, except those who don't have blogs.
--psychology and bypasses
He's damn thin now.
So getting a bypass makes you thin? Let's all go get a bypass!
Bypass? Where's that?
*pause* *cricket noises*
Uh, dude...
.
So, what're you gonna do after school?
Probably psycholody. As you can see, my family needs help. *points to [_____] and [_____]*
*laughs* Yes, [_____] needs help... Wait. Did you just point at me?
Yes, she did.
*pretending to take offence* Hey!
Four different people. Y.u fi.l in t.e bla.ks
So getting a bypass makes you thin? Let's all go get a bypass!
Bypass? Where's that?
*pause* *cricket noises*
Uh, dude...
.
So, what're you gonna do after school?
Probably psycholody. As you can see, my family needs help. *points to [_____] and [_____]*
*laughs* Yes, [_____] needs help... Wait. Did you just point at me?
Yes, she did.
*pretending to take offence* Hey!
Four different people. Y.u fi.l in t.e bla.ks
...you would have stayed up with me all night
"_____ was in a bitchy mood and decided to take it out on me -- the f*ckin asshole!"
"*sigh* Hija de puta, _____."
"Exactly! And we all give _____ the silent treatment."
"Yeah? You guys don't talk to _____ at all?"
"Nope. Like, the other day, _____ said hi to _____. But I swear I didn't see!"
"*rolls eyes* Drama queen, you. Then?"
"Then _____ asked me why I didn't talk to _____ or _____."
"And?"
"I told her to forget it. She didn't ask again."
"Was she offended?"
"No, she kinda gave up. Which made me feel bad, obviously... Cause I hate _____ and she has to wake up next to _____'s disgusting face for the rest of her life!"
"Yeah... Oh, forget it. Why do you care if she gotta get up next to _____? It's her problem, not ours."
"Too bad they won't break up..."
"*laughs crazily* Unless _____ cheats on _____!"
"*laughs crazily* She should, right?"
"*still laughing* Yeah... *laughs again*"
"And this time, cheat with someone who doesn't look like Mr. Bean..."
"Yeah, yeah, but I don't give a shit now. Eh, wanna go to the gym?"
"*sigh* Hija de puta, _____."
"Exactly! And we all give _____ the silent treatment."
"Yeah? You guys don't talk to _____ at all?"
"Nope. Like, the other day, _____ said hi to _____. But I swear I didn't see!"
"*rolls eyes* Drama queen, you. Then?"
"Then _____ asked me why I didn't talk to _____ or _____."
"And?"
"I told her to forget it. She didn't ask again."
"Was she offended?"
"No, she kinda gave up. Which made me feel bad, obviously... Cause I hate _____ and she has to wake up next to _____'s disgusting face for the rest of her life!"
"Yeah... Oh, forget it. Why do you care if she gotta get up next to _____? It's her problem, not ours."
"Too bad they won't break up..."
"*laughs crazily* Unless _____ cheats on _____!"
"*laughs crazily* She should, right?"
"*still laughing* Yeah... *laughs again*"
"And this time, cheat with someone who doesn't look like Mr. Bean..."
"Yeah, yeah, but I don't give a shit now. Eh, wanna go to the gym?"
I so owe you for being there! (: <3
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Santa Baby
Santa Baby
Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree,
For me,
Been an awful good girl,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Guess what, people. Eva and I just pranked Naz horribly. It was hilarious, I almost died laughing. We weren't really awful, we just filled this trash bin full of water and put it up against Naz's closed room door and knocked on the door. When Naz opened the door, I'm sure you can guess what happened. It was like Noah's ark all over again! Oh, and we've got another surprise for Naz tonight -- we hid an alarm clock set to 4am in Naz's room. Naz has this exam thingy on tomorrow (I'm not sure exactly what, but it's some law thingy), so this is just out own little way of wishing Naz good luck! Actually, you really shouldn't blame Eva and I for being immature -- Naz and Clea were the ones who started this! Many months ago, in Port Dickson, at the Avillion, Naz and Clea came into our room when we weren't there, stripped all the bedding off, took everything in the room (I'm not kidding -- chairs, clocks, remote controls, every-fucking-thing) and hit it in their room, turned the air-con as low as it would go, filled the bathtub with toilet paper (I can practically hear Carin crying because they killed trees -- fucking murderers, hahaha!) and leaned the mattresses against the windows. So, really, you can't blame Eva and I for wanting to get one smut of revenge back at Naz.
Santa baby,
A "54 convertible too,
Light blue,
I'll wait up for you, dear,
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Anyway, went to church today, and congratulations Clement (dammit, my mom says I can't call you Clement anymore cause you've become a deacon!). Remember last year, you told us that you weren't even sure that you could make it to becoming a priest? Seriously, Clement (damn, I've gone and done it again), we're all really proud of you! At church, while mass was going on, I was a million miles away, completely in my head. And I swear, the things I was thinking of could've made Jesus blush! Saw Mel Netto there, it's always nice to see her. She gave me this huge hug (I'm not kidding, the girl's 5'11") and we talked for a little while. Sr. Jane was kinda stupid today, too. I don't think she's forgiven me for the thing that happened with mom's Sunday School class and stuff, but whatever, I've got bigger problems to deal with, like not seeing *Bumless at mass. I swear, I kept looking for *Bumless, but no sign. Break my heart, why don't you, God? After mass, went for breakfast and then went home to sleep for a couple of hours (I bloody slept at 3am the night before, okay?) before going to get my hair done.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check out my Christmas list.
Hair turned out not too bad, pretty good, actually, apart from the fact that the gay (Bunwoman, you're so right about gay hairdressers) hairdresser put too much product in it. It's kinda flat now, and the hairdresser said that mom's hair looked better than mine. Whatever, man. Finished up at about 3:30pm, called Cham to hang out while waiting for mom to finish. We walked around Taman Desa for a good half-an-hour, just wasting time and eating burgers and stuff. Hadn't seen her since ages ago, so we obviously had a lot to catch up on. She may have the better body (the girl's built like Abby Wambach) but I'm taller than her now! I was so damn ecstatic about that! Correction: I am so damn ecstatic about that. As usual, we ended up talking crap. Here's an example:
ME: There're absolutely no rules with Joanne, la.
CHAM: Yes there are! Makes my nerves go nuts everytime I see her. *cough*slut*cough*
ME: *confused look* I actually didn't get that, but okay! Let's get burgers!
CHAM: Still with the ADD, huh, Steph? *shakes head*
Santa Baby,
I want a yacht and really that's not,
A lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Hung out with Cham a little longer, but had to go back after mom was done, cause she was feeling sick and wanted to go home (Cham, I think she just doesn't like you, hehe). Went home and checked my mail, and sure enough, there was a reply from my very own Majorcan Matador! *squeals* Okay, not exactly Majorcan. My Spanish Armada? That's just lame -- I give up. So, yeah, he'd gone to Majorca for the week and sent me pictures. Will reply tomorrow or whatever, since I'm here, faithfully blogging. Random thought: I can't wait for Bunwoman to get her ass back to KL so we can hang out! I swear, I have been so bored lately, I would carve my skin with a knife and rub ink into it if I had the sanitary methods of doing so. Shit, did that even make any sense? I was so bored today that I texted Stephanie Cheng to talk about this weird, freaky-looking bitch who goes to her church and we ended up talking about Christmas plans and mass on Christmas night (me saying that I hate mass and I'm trying to get out of it, and her saying that I should pray for a Christmas miracle about *Bumless). Oh, well, at least I got a kick out of it, even if I won't be praying for a Christmas miracle. I think I need to let go.
Santa honey,
One little thing I really need,
The deed,
To a platinum mine,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Oh, people, check this out. I almost died laughing when I talked to Ash recently. We were talking about coconut wine and Hawaii and Natasha Kai, and Ash said, "You would not believe the amount of palm trees in Kauai, so if you wanted to visit Natasha Kai, you could totally make coconut wine for her! Oh, hahaha, and after a few glasses of the wine, who knows what she might do with you!" And ignore the song that comes with the post. As Christmas is coming up, I'm gonna be using Christmas songs for posts. I swear, the next one will be something good, like Blue Christmas. I'm telling you people, I seriously love that song. It makes me sad. You have to be a fucking insensitive asshole to not be saddened by that song. Or maybe I'm drunk right now. I don't know. All I know right now is, I want a monkey and an Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. No, no, that didn't sound right, I want the Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. *smiles* Much better. Okay, I am so drunk. I wAnt t0 tyP3 lYke ThI$~~!
Santa cutie,
Fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks,
Sign your X on the line,
Santa cutie,
And hurry down the chimney tonight.
We've got the scorelist for the concert on the 22nd and it sucks. There's this random guy singing Wake Me Up When September Ends. He seemed amazed when I knew who Billie Joe Armstrong was , and then proceeded to butcher the song. With vocals and a guitar.
RICK: You look terrified.
ME: I know, Rick. This sucks.
RICK: I know. *smirks*
Come and trim my,
Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let´s see if you believe in me.
Okay, I am really stoned right now and I want a cigarette. And an iced Milo, which I can get much easier than a cigarette. The post ends here.
Santa Baby,
Forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring,
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight.
<3
Steph
Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree,
For me,
Been an awful good girl,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Guess what, people. Eva and I just pranked Naz horribly. It was hilarious, I almost died laughing. We weren't really awful, we just filled this trash bin full of water and put it up against Naz's closed room door and knocked on the door. When Naz opened the door, I'm sure you can guess what happened. It was like Noah's ark all over again! Oh, and we've got another surprise for Naz tonight -- we hid an alarm clock set to 4am in Naz's room. Naz has this exam thingy on tomorrow (I'm not sure exactly what, but it's some law thingy), so this is just out own little way of wishing Naz good luck! Actually, you really shouldn't blame Eva and I for being immature -- Naz and Clea were the ones who started this! Many months ago, in Port Dickson, at the Avillion, Naz and Clea came into our room when we weren't there, stripped all the bedding off, took everything in the room (I'm not kidding -- chairs, clocks, remote controls, every-fucking-thing) and hit it in their room, turned the air-con as low as it would go, filled the bathtub with toilet paper (I can practically hear Carin crying because they killed trees -- fucking murderers, hahaha!) and leaned the mattresses against the windows. So, really, you can't blame Eva and I for wanting to get one smut of revenge back at Naz.
Santa baby,
A "54 convertible too,
Light blue,
I'll wait up for you, dear,
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Anyway, went to church today, and congratulations Clement (dammit, my mom says I can't call you Clement anymore cause you've become a deacon!). Remember last year, you told us that you weren't even sure that you could make it to becoming a priest? Seriously, Clement (damn, I've gone and done it again), we're all really proud of you! At church, while mass was going on, I was a million miles away, completely in my head. And I swear, the things I was thinking of could've made Jesus blush! Saw Mel Netto there, it's always nice to see her. She gave me this huge hug (I'm not kidding, the girl's 5'11") and we talked for a little while. Sr. Jane was kinda stupid today, too. I don't think she's forgiven me for the thing that happened with mom's Sunday School class and stuff, but whatever, I've got bigger problems to deal with, like not seeing *Bumless at mass. I swear, I kept looking for *Bumless, but no sign. Break my heart, why don't you, God? After mass, went for breakfast and then went home to sleep for a couple of hours (I bloody slept at 3am the night before, okay?) before going to get my hair done.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check out my Christmas list.
Hair turned out not too bad, pretty good, actually, apart from the fact that the gay (Bunwoman, you're so right about gay hairdressers) hairdresser put too much product in it. It's kinda flat now, and the hairdresser said that mom's hair looked better than mine. Whatever, man. Finished up at about 3:30pm, called Cham to hang out while waiting for mom to finish. We walked around Taman Desa for a good half-an-hour, just wasting time and eating burgers and stuff. Hadn't seen her since ages ago, so we obviously had a lot to catch up on. She may have the better body (the girl's built like Abby Wambach) but I'm taller than her now! I was so damn ecstatic about that! Correction: I am so damn ecstatic about that. As usual, we ended up talking crap. Here's an example:
ME: There're absolutely no rules with Joanne, la.
CHAM: Yes there are! Makes my nerves go nuts everytime I see her. *cough*slut*cough*
ME: *confused look* I actually didn't get that, but okay! Let's get burgers!
CHAM: Still with the ADD, huh, Steph? *shakes head*
Santa Baby,
I want a yacht and really that's not,
A lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Hung out with Cham a little longer, but had to go back after mom was done, cause she was feeling sick and wanted to go home (Cham, I think she just doesn't like you, hehe). Went home and checked my mail, and sure enough, there was a reply from my very own Majorcan Matador! *squeals* Okay, not exactly Majorcan. My Spanish Armada? That's just lame -- I give up. So, yeah, he'd gone to Majorca for the week and sent me pictures. Will reply tomorrow or whatever, since I'm here, faithfully blogging. Random thought: I can't wait for Bunwoman to get her ass back to KL so we can hang out! I swear, I have been so bored lately, I would carve my skin with a knife and rub ink into it if I had the sanitary methods of doing so. Shit, did that even make any sense? I was so bored today that I texted Stephanie Cheng to talk about this weird, freaky-looking bitch who goes to her church and we ended up talking about Christmas plans and mass on Christmas night (me saying that I hate mass and I'm trying to get out of it, and her saying that I should pray for a Christmas miracle about *Bumless). Oh, well, at least I got a kick out of it, even if I won't be praying for a Christmas miracle. I think I need to let go.
Santa honey,
One little thing I really need,
The deed,
To a platinum mine,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.
Oh, people, check this out. I almost died laughing when I talked to Ash recently. We were talking about coconut wine and Hawaii and Natasha Kai, and Ash said, "You would not believe the amount of palm trees in Kauai, so if you wanted to visit Natasha Kai, you could totally make coconut wine for her! Oh, hahaha, and after a few glasses of the wine, who knows what she might do with you!" And ignore the song that comes with the post. As Christmas is coming up, I'm gonna be using Christmas songs for posts. I swear, the next one will be something good, like Blue Christmas. I'm telling you people, I seriously love that song. It makes me sad. You have to be a fucking insensitive asshole to not be saddened by that song. Or maybe I'm drunk right now. I don't know. All I know right now is, I want a monkey and an Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. No, no, that didn't sound right, I want the Amelie Mauresmo for Christmas. *smiles* Much better. Okay, I am so drunk. I wAnt t0 tyP3 lYke ThI$~~!
Santa cutie,
Fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks,
Sign your X on the line,
Santa cutie,
And hurry down the chimney tonight.
We've got the scorelist for the concert on the 22nd and it sucks. There's this random guy singing Wake Me Up When September Ends. He seemed amazed when I knew who Billie Joe Armstrong was , and then proceeded to butcher the song. With vocals and a guitar.
RICK: You look terrified.
ME: I know, Rick. This sucks.
RICK: I know. *smirks*
Come and trim my,
Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let´s see if you believe in me.
Okay, I am really stoned right now and I want a cigarette. And an iced Milo, which I can get much easier than a cigarette. The post ends here.
Santa Baby,
Forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring,
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight.
<3
Steph
Saturday, December 13, 2008
--hark the herald angels sing
This is to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing". I think Naz and I did a pretty damn good job on it! Enjoy, people!
I intend to drop a bomb,
On my dear old dad and mom.,
For this year, without a doubt,
Is the Christmas I come out.
First I`ll get their full attention,
Then slip in a subtle mention:
"Tasty turkey! Perfect Peas!
Could someone pass (I'm gay) the cheese?"
That should do the job okay,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Oh say can you see it now.
Watch my parents have a cow,
Or perhaps, if fate is kind,
They'll insist that they don't mind.
Then they'll say,
"We always guessed,
After all look how you're dressed,
One earring in your left ear,
We're not quite that dense, my dear."
They'll adore me anyway,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Coming out to everyone,
Makes the Christmas doldrums fun,
It's a noble thing to do,
Why don't you come on out too.
Make the choice! Damn consequence!
Lift your voice, get off the fence!
Shout it from the highest roof:
"Gay is great and I'm the proof!"
Make this Christmas bright and gay,
Come on out on Christmas Day!
Lots of Christmas love,
Steph and Naz
I intend to drop a bomb,
On my dear old dad and mom.,
For this year, without a doubt,
Is the Christmas I come out.
First I`ll get their full attention,
Then slip in a subtle mention:
"Tasty turkey! Perfect Peas!
Could someone pass (I'm gay) the cheese?"
That should do the job okay,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Oh say can you see it now.
Watch my parents have a cow,
Or perhaps, if fate is kind,
They'll insist that they don't mind.
Then they'll say,
"We always guessed,
After all look how you're dressed,
One earring in your left ear,
We're not quite that dense, my dear."
They'll adore me anyway,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Coming out to everyone,
Makes the Christmas doldrums fun,
It's a noble thing to do,
Why don't you come on out too.
Make the choice! Damn consequence!
Lift your voice, get off the fence!
Shout it from the highest roof:
"Gay is great and I'm the proof!"
Make this Christmas bright and gay,
Come on out on Christmas Day!
Lots of Christmas love,
Steph and Naz
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
All I Want for Christmas
All I Want for Christmas
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you.
As you guys probably know (I mean, come on, you'd have to be an absolute idiot if you didn't), Christmas is coming up! And you guys have to be even dumb-er to know that I want Amelie for Christmas. Well, all I can say to this is, "HELL YEAH!" I love Christmas. The presents, and the presents, and the presents. Oh, and seeing family, of course. Seriously, Christmas rocks -- not that my family does much during Christmas. We usually go for mass at night, then drink in the new year (I shit you not, my parents are effing cool with that), and then, open presents the next day and be lazy around the house before going to my dad's mother's house for lunch and then my mom's mother's house for dinner. This, of course, is made all the more fun by shitloads of relatives, and you know what they say -- there's a fine line between love and hate, and that line is family. I can't say that I disagree with that, as I'm probably going to get lectured about procrastinating with regards to Christmas shopping. Shit. Shopping trip, anyone?
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I don't need to hang my stocking.
There upon the fireplace,
Santa Claus won't make me happy,
With a toy on Christmas day,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you,
You baby.
Okay, it's pretty damn obvious what I want for Christmas. Amelie Simone Mauresmo. And no, I will not settle for Dinara Safina, Natasha Kai or Gro Hammerseng (Katja Nyberg will probably kill you if you try and kidnap Hammerseng, anyway -- stupid cow). Seriously, I'd settle for Melissa Etheridge's Christmas album, A New Thought for Christmas. I've heard a couple of songs off it, and it is fantastic, people. Give it a listen if you have the time, it's definitely worth a listen. Tammy Lynn Etheridge is one lucky woman! So is Portia de Rossi, come to think about it. Anyway, I want Amelie for Christmas. Have I said that? I'd hide her under my bed and serenade her with the millions of songs I've written for her. Oh, and of course, I won't forget to feed her and make sure she plays her tennis tournaments. Remind me to get her microchipped, people. Don't want Marie de Villepin planning an escape for Amelie now, do we? I mean, Marie's a model, she could probably get anyone under the sun to go out with her, like Elina from ANTM.
I won't ask for much this Christmas,
I won't even wish for snow,
I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the mistletoe,
I won't make a list and send it,
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to,
Hear those magic reindeer click,
Cause I just want you here tonight,
Holding on to me so tight,
What more can I do,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
Okay, I have a list of my favorite Christmas songs, (and no, I haven't grown out of the "Happy Holidays, You Bastard!" by Blink-182 phase) but I do like this song. And "Merry Christmas, Baby" by Melissa Etheridge is more than a little sexay! Not to mention "Ordinary Miracle" by Sarah McLachlan. I don't care what you buggers say -- it's a bloody Christmas song, okay? Okay. Good. And "So This is Christmas" by whoever. The Dido-Coldplay-Joss Stone one. You guys should know it. Anyway, I really like "All I Want for Christmas is You", because well, to be frank with everybody, what more would I want than Amelie Mauresmo herself? She's gonna be my wife anyway, so technically, I'm just speeding the process up. Oh, well. By the way, people, Wildchild is superfucking good -- I never thought I'd see the day that little Emma girl from Aquamarine (see, I can't remember her name already!) say words like that. Come on, she was so little and innocent... Come to think of it, so was I, once.
All the lights are shining,
So brightly everywhere,
And the sound of children's,
Laughter fills the air,
And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing,
Santa won't you bring me what I really need,
Won't you please bring my baby to me.
Oh, anyways, I gotta sign out, so I'll finish this post real quick. Carissa's over for a couple of days and I'm supposed to be a good big cousin and entertain. Now, she's in the TV room having hella time on my PS2, playing the Sims2: Pets. Even if that girl doesn't have my taste in games (I'm a total GTA Rockstar games freak), she's really sweet, and I'm actually enjoying spending time with her. She likes Helen, too, who came over earlier to watch a couple of movies with us. I haven't finished Love, Actually yet, too. Neither have I done any form of Christmas shopping. Carin and Helen, let's go buy DVDs, so I can decide which one I want. Psst, Carin, Helen wants Friends. Okay, signing off here to help Rissa type in some Sims 2 cheats. Happy holidays, people, and FYI, I want an iPhone for Christmas! Feliz Navidad, ya'll!
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for,
I just want to see my baby,
Standing right outside my door,
I just want her for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
xoxo,
Steph
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you.
As you guys probably know (I mean, come on, you'd have to be an absolute idiot if you didn't), Christmas is coming up! And you guys have to be even dumb-er to know that I want Amelie for Christmas. Well, all I can say to this is, "HELL YEAH!" I love Christmas. The presents, and the presents, and the presents. Oh, and seeing family, of course. Seriously, Christmas rocks -- not that my family does much during Christmas. We usually go for mass at night, then drink in the new year (I shit you not, my parents are effing cool with that), and then, open presents the next day and be lazy around the house before going to my dad's mother's house for lunch and then my mom's mother's house for dinner. This, of course, is made all the more fun by shitloads of relatives, and you know what they say -- there's a fine line between love and hate, and that line is family. I can't say that I disagree with that, as I'm probably going to get lectured about procrastinating with regards to Christmas shopping. Shit. Shopping trip, anyone?
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I don't need to hang my stocking.
There upon the fireplace,
Santa Claus won't make me happy,
With a toy on Christmas day,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you,
You baby.
Okay, it's pretty damn obvious what I want for Christmas. Amelie Simone Mauresmo. And no, I will not settle for Dinara Safina, Natasha Kai or Gro Hammerseng (Katja Nyberg will probably kill you if you try and kidnap Hammerseng, anyway -- stupid cow). Seriously, I'd settle for Melissa Etheridge's Christmas album, A New Thought for Christmas. I've heard a couple of songs off it, and it is fantastic, people. Give it a listen if you have the time, it's definitely worth a listen. Tammy Lynn Etheridge is one lucky woman! So is Portia de Rossi, come to think about it. Anyway, I want Amelie for Christmas. Have I said that? I'd hide her under my bed and serenade her with the millions of songs I've written for her. Oh, and of course, I won't forget to feed her and make sure she plays her tennis tournaments. Remind me to get her microchipped, people. Don't want Marie de Villepin planning an escape for Amelie now, do we? I mean, Marie's a model, she could probably get anyone under the sun to go out with her, like Elina from ANTM.
I won't ask for much this Christmas,
I won't even wish for snow,
I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the mistletoe,
I won't make a list and send it,
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to,
Hear those magic reindeer click,
Cause I just want you here tonight,
Holding on to me so tight,
What more can I do,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
Okay, I have a list of my favorite Christmas songs, (and no, I haven't grown out of the "Happy Holidays, You Bastard!" by Blink-182 phase) but I do like this song. And "Merry Christmas, Baby" by Melissa Etheridge is more than a little sexay! Not to mention "Ordinary Miracle" by Sarah McLachlan. I don't care what you buggers say -- it's a bloody Christmas song, okay? Okay. Good. And "So This is Christmas" by whoever. The Dido-Coldplay-Joss Stone one. You guys should know it. Anyway, I really like "All I Want for Christmas is You", because well, to be frank with everybody, what more would I want than Amelie Mauresmo herself? She's gonna be my wife anyway, so technically, I'm just speeding the process up. Oh, well. By the way, people, Wildchild is superfucking good -- I never thought I'd see the day that little Emma girl from Aquamarine (see, I can't remember her name already!) say words like that. Come on, she was so little and innocent... Come to think of it, so was I, once.
All the lights are shining,
So brightly everywhere,
And the sound of children's,
Laughter fills the air,
And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing,
Santa won't you bring me what I really need,
Won't you please bring my baby to me.
Oh, anyways, I gotta sign out, so I'll finish this post real quick. Carissa's over for a couple of days and I'm supposed to be a good big cousin and entertain. Now, she's in the TV room having hella time on my PS2, playing the Sims2: Pets. Even if that girl doesn't have my taste in games (I'm a total GTA Rockstar games freak), she's really sweet, and I'm actually enjoying spending time with her. She likes Helen, too, who came over earlier to watch a couple of movies with us. I haven't finished Love, Actually yet, too. Neither have I done any form of Christmas shopping. Carin and Helen, let's go buy DVDs, so I can decide which one I want. Psst, Carin, Helen wants Friends. Okay, signing off here to help Rissa type in some Sims 2 cheats. Happy holidays, people, and FYI, I want an iPhone for Christmas! Feliz Navidad, ya'll!
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for,
I just want to see my baby,
Standing right outside my door,
I just want her for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
xoxo,
Steph
Saturday, December 06, 2008
.Amelie's abs.
Sveta: Amelie, take off your shirt so we can see your abs again!Amelie: Yeah, you wish.
Nadia: *thinking* Hm, maybe if I drop this glass of water all over her shirt, she'll have to.
I dare you to say that these aren't hot abs...
Friday, December 05, 2008
.i'd lie.
I don't think that passenger seat,
Has ever looked this good to me,
You tell me about your night,
And I count the colors in your eyes.
You'll never fall in love,
You swear, as you run your fingers through your hair.
I'm laughing, cause I hope you're wrong,
And I don't think it ever crossed your mind,
You tell a joke, I fake a smile,
But I know all your favorite songs.
And I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
You love to argue,
Born on the seventeenth,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
You look around the room,
Innocently overlook the truth,
Shouldn't a light go on,
Don't you know that I've had you memorized for so long,
And you see everything black and white,
Never let nobody see you cry,
I don't let nobody see me wishing you were mine.
I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
You love to argue,
Born on the seventeenth,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
You stand there, then walk away,
My God, if I could only say,
I'm holding every breath for you.
You'd never tell them,
But you can play guitar,
I think you can see through everything but my heart,
First thought when I wake up is,
My God, you're beautiful,
So I put on my make-up,
And pray for a miracle.
Yes, I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
And you love to argue and it kills me,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
Has ever looked this good to me,
You tell me about your night,
And I count the colors in your eyes.
You'll never fall in love,
You swear, as you run your fingers through your hair.
I'm laughing, cause I hope you're wrong,
And I don't think it ever crossed your mind,
You tell a joke, I fake a smile,
But I know all your favorite songs.
And I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
You love to argue,
Born on the seventeenth,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
You look around the room,
Innocently overlook the truth,
Shouldn't a light go on,
Don't you know that I've had you memorized for so long,
And you see everything black and white,
Never let nobody see you cry,
I don't let nobody see me wishing you were mine.
I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
You love to argue,
Born on the seventeenth,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
You stand there, then walk away,
My God, if I could only say,
I'm holding every breath for you.
You'd never tell them,
But you can play guitar,
I think you can see through everything but my heart,
First thought when I wake up is,
My God, you're beautiful,
So I put on my make-up,
And pray for a miracle.
Yes, I could tell you,
Your favorite color's green,
And you love to argue and it kills me,
Your family's beautiful,
You have your mother's eyes,
And if they ask me if I love you,
I'd lie.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
--green eyes
If you listen to the song “Green Eyes” from Coldplay, and imagine yourself sitting on the warm sand at the beach when the sun is going down and think of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, and you smile and the person you love just holds you and just understands. And you're smiling because you feel so happy to be with them, then you see how beautiful she looks.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
--boredom slaughters
Yesterday, Nick, Naz and I went to this family dinner thing. Actually, I kinda dragged Naz along (yes, yes, I knew it would be awkward with Leann, but whatever) because I knew we could get bored. And we did, so the three of us sat at a table away from the old people and the babies (haha) and were talking tennis. Naz and I play doubles sometimes, so Nick decided to quiz us on each other. We seriously had nothing better to do. It went something like this:
These are Naz's answers:
Biggest pet peeve:
Being late! But Steph is so laid back and easy-going, not too many things bother her. I would be totally guessing on this one.
Nervous habit:
I bite my nails. Steph moves around a lot, can't sit still, goes off on her own.
If we had to live on an island and could take three things, they would be:
I would take my phone, my computer, and politics magazines. Steph would take phone, sunnies, and a surfboard.
Favorite pre-match activity:
For me, it's texting. I know, I am not proud of it! Steph hits volleys against a wall and eats power bars.
Favorite thing to watch on TV:
I love all politics and world news, Law and Order, sports and Family Guy. Steph likes Family Guy, Friends, The Cho Show and The Simpsons.
Least favorite player:
For me, it's Schnyder. For Steph, I don't think she has one yet. Maybe me?
Most embarrassing tennis moment:
I honestly don't have one. For Steph, it's losing to S. Neesha 6-0 6-0 in PJ last year. Sorry to bring that back up Stephie...
First person to call after a match:
My sister or mum. For Steph, it's friends, either Carmen or Mel. She usually sends a text message to someone.
Favorite tournament:
For me, Aussie Open. For Steph, Wimbledon.
I occasionally annoy Steph by doing this:
I always remind her to "Make sure you get the schedule before you leave." I am a control freak so I always end up getting it first, booking courts, etc., even if I ask her to do it as well.
The one thing we don't agree on is this:
Our favorite cities. Mine is Brighton, hers is either Athens in Greece or Gold Coast in Australia.
If you weren't playing tennis, you would be a:
Steph would be some sort of musician, maybe a hip-hop artist. *laughs* I'm kidding. Me, I would be in the FBI or opening my own law firm. And maybe I still will!
These are Steph's answers:
Biggest pet peeve:
Talk during movies. I also hate homophobia. For Naz, it's people being late.
Nervous habit:
I stop talking. For Naz, it's when Naz tells me, "It's okay.", especially when I'm missing balls.
If we had to live on an island and could take three things, they would be:
Phone, sunblock, music. For Naz, phone, phone charger, food.
Favorite pre-match activity:
For me, volleys on a wall and banana-flavored power bars. Naz doesn't have one that I've noticed, except talking on the phone.
Favorite thing to watch on TV:
I like "Family Guy", "Friends" and "Capadocia". For Naz, it's now "Family Guy because I made Naz watch it!
Least favorite player:
Flavia Pennetta. For Naz, it's Patty Schnyder.
Most embarrassing tennis moment:
Can't think of one, maybe I erased them all from my memory! *laughs* I have no idea for Naz. Maybe the day when Naz's shorts split?
First person to call after a match:
I don't call anyone in particular, it depends on the day. Naz's mum and sister.
Favorite tournament:
Wimbledon! For Naz, it's the Aussie Open.
I occasionally annoy Naz by doing this:
Not talking, not expressing my feelings or not making a decision.
The one thing we don't agree on is this:
Hard to say, maybe tipping.
If you weren't playing tennis, you would would be a:
Comedienne or in a band. Naz would be a criminal detective, a lawyer or a forensic psychologist. Maybe work for the FBI.
These are Naz's answers:
Biggest pet peeve:
Being late! But Steph is so laid back and easy-going, not too many things bother her. I would be totally guessing on this one.
Nervous habit:
I bite my nails. Steph moves around a lot, can't sit still, goes off on her own.
If we had to live on an island and could take three things, they would be:
I would take my phone, my computer, and politics magazines. Steph would take phone, sunnies, and a surfboard.
Favorite pre-match activity:
For me, it's texting. I know, I am not proud of it! Steph hits volleys against a wall and eats power bars.
Favorite thing to watch on TV:
I love all politics and world news, Law and Order, sports and Family Guy. Steph likes Family Guy, Friends, The Cho Show and The Simpsons.
Least favorite player:
For me, it's Schnyder. For Steph, I don't think she has one yet. Maybe me?
Most embarrassing tennis moment:
I honestly don't have one. For Steph, it's losing to S. Neesha 6-0 6-0 in PJ last year. Sorry to bring that back up Stephie...
First person to call after a match:
My sister or mum. For Steph, it's friends, either Carmen or Mel. She usually sends a text message to someone.
Favorite tournament:
For me, Aussie Open. For Steph, Wimbledon.
I occasionally annoy Steph by doing this:
I always remind her to "Make sure you get the schedule before you leave." I am a control freak so I always end up getting it first, booking courts, etc., even if I ask her to do it as well.
The one thing we don't agree on is this:
Our favorite cities. Mine is Brighton, hers is either Athens in Greece or Gold Coast in Australia.
If you weren't playing tennis, you would be a:
Steph would be some sort of musician, maybe a hip-hop artist. *laughs* I'm kidding. Me, I would be in the FBI or opening my own law firm. And maybe I still will!
These are Steph's answers:
Biggest pet peeve:
Talk during movies. I also hate homophobia. For Naz, it's people being late.
Nervous habit:
I stop talking. For Naz, it's when Naz tells me, "It's okay.", especially when I'm missing balls.
If we had to live on an island and could take three things, they would be:
Phone, sunblock, music. For Naz, phone, phone charger, food.
Favorite pre-match activity:
For me, volleys on a wall and banana-flavored power bars. Naz doesn't have one that I've noticed, except talking on the phone.
Favorite thing to watch on TV:
I like "Family Guy", "Friends" and "Capadocia". For Naz, it's now "Family Guy because I made Naz watch it!
Least favorite player:
Flavia Pennetta. For Naz, it's Patty Schnyder.
Most embarrassing tennis moment:
Can't think of one, maybe I erased them all from my memory! *laughs* I have no idea for Naz. Maybe the day when Naz's shorts split?
First person to call after a match:
I don't call anyone in particular, it depends on the day. Naz's mum and sister.
Favorite tournament:
Wimbledon! For Naz, it's the Aussie Open.
I occasionally annoy Naz by doing this:
Not talking, not expressing my feelings or not making a decision.
The one thing we don't agree on is this:
Hard to say, maybe tipping.
If you weren't playing tennis, you would would be a:
Comedienne or in a band. Naz would be a criminal detective, a lawyer or a forensic psychologist. Maybe work for the FBI.
Friday, November 28, 2008
.twilight!
Managed to catch Twilight with Kitty Kat yesterday! Edward wasn't hot at all! Plus, Bella looked like a man from some angles. More so than Amelie! Phew, that jawline, bleh. Characters who really stood out were Esme (Elizabeth Reaser), Alice (Ashley Greene) and of course, the ever-hot Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner) even though he had long hair. 
Ashley Greene, who plays Alice. Kinda weird, but funny.
Elizabeth Reaser, who plays Esme (I saw her in Puccini for Beginners). The kitchen scene was effing hilarious.
And my personal sun, Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black). What can I say -- check out the body on that boy!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
--totally, undeniably out of my head.
You're _____'s, but I know you loves me, too.
No. Not in the same way.
Maybe not. But the strength of the love is the same, if not the sort.
Strength can be damned overrated.
I'm as close to you as _____ is, if not, closer. I'd do anything to be your world.
It’s not your world I’m looking to conquer. Right now, that doesn’t matter.
You're willing to let me change you, you trust me enough to let me change you. Clearly, it matters to you.
I close my eyes and wonder if my head could ever lie as well as my heart.
I need to stop talking to myself.
You should probably just ignore this.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Love Songs
Love Songs
I can never write a love song,
I can never write a blues song,
When I'm in love I am a lover,
But I have always had the blues.
Guess what, people. I know you all think that Dirtnote sucks balls and everything – as if we give a shit what you think, anyway – but we totally kicked ass at our gig tonight. The crowd was pretty sweet, a few of them even knew a couple of songs and sang along! After we finished doing What I Feel, Naz and I had a little bit of a conversation on-stage, that went something like this:
ME: *overwhelmed that people actually know the lyrics* Jesus, I love you guys. You’re such an awesome crowd to play for – so nice and appreciative!
NAZ: *looks at the crowd* So, who wants to go home with Steph tonight?
ME: *apologetically* Nah, sorry, I can’t do that. I still live with my parents. *crowd laughs* I know, that sucks. Parents… Bleh. But in two years, hell, three, nine, fifteen of you can come home with me! Just hang in there.
We were pretty funny, and I’d like to say we provided some good entertainment. They should give us a Grammy already! Underground gigs are so much fun, but we had to get home early, since Mr. SexyShirtlessDrummer *coughs* is sitting for his SPM, so we ended about 10:30. Still, really good fun, and I loved the crowd, since they loved me.
I am afraid that no one sees me,
What will they say when I am gone,
It occurs to me I think I miss you,
I think I missed you all along.
The Bukit Bintang people are seriously awesome. I mean, they came for our gig, they stood in the goddamn rain for two hours just to listen to us amateurs play music, albeit really, really, really good music, if I may say so myself. And what’s more, some of them had seen us doing those stupid 45-minute sets in PLU and other places (which is how they knew our songs, duh) and at the end, after the encore (oh, oh, we did this one by Jimmy Eat World called Carry You and it was actually okay!) they came right in front of the stage and went:
PEOPLE: *yelling, kinda* We love Dirtnote!
ME: *looks at Naz, freaked out (I mean, these people were in the rain. I so wouldn’t do that, unless it was Amelie or something)* Uhm, thanks? We love you, too. Loads.
RANDOM CROWD OF PEOPLE: (I think they were joking) We wanna have your babies!
NAZ: *laughs (totally unhelpful)* You do?
ME: *grabs Naz* You know, we’re gonna have to think about that. ‘Kay, thanks, bye!
NICK: *pokes me with his drumstick (this wasn’t over the mic)* Say it nicely…
ME: Naz has something to say!
Then Naz kinda had to close down the show, but it was okay. I was freaked out by the sudden fan-dom. One thing I’ve learned from this – I should never be a celebrity.
Out of the corner of my eye,
Not sure if I should think these things of you,
It’s at the wrong place in the wrong time,
I think it’s just my turn to lose.
Anyway, that’s quite enough gushing about how insanely fucking brilliant my band is. Let’s talk about the day before that, Tuesday, that is 18.1.2008. I was in The Star newspaper – front page, if you can spot me, I’ll buy you an ice-cream from McDonald’s. This was during Roger Federer’s meet and greet session. I can’t tell you how much this has affected me, now it’s like; I really need to see Amelie. The world could end the next day as long as I’d seen her run around the court, her hair flying as she hits one-handed backhands into the face of Maria Sharapova and ruins her modeling career (cue sigh from blogger). I mean, come on, I’ve been following Amelie’s progress since late 2006, where everyone was like, “Yeah, yeah, we know Steph has ADD, this will pass.” And I thought it did, until I saw her playing Eleni Daniilidou in her purple tennis dress in 2007, and that was it for me, seriously, no shit, kill Elizabitch Hasselback. Not even Dinara Safina, who, yes, is winning, and yes, is 6”1’ compared to Amelie’s 5”9’, and yes, has a brother who plays tennis, can compare to the likes of my Amazonian blonde Frenchwoman who does not know what the word “buoy” means in English. Complete hotness, indeed.
But thoughts of you could give me smile lines,
I laughed myself to sleep because I knew
We were talking about a fine line,
It depends on who you’re talking to.
In case I forgot to mention earlier, and I just re-read this post, and yes, I forgot to mention, these lyrics are from a Dirtnote song, cause I’m so goddamned proud of my band. I’ll have you all know that I wanted to call it “The Amelie Song, #14” (yes, we really do have fourteen songs about Amelie – more than that, in fact), but Nick and Naz nearly killed me with a pink plastic fork from Ikea (they are such girls) when I suggested it, and since I value my life, I agreed to stick to the safe, somewhat boring title of Love Songs, hoping that Sara Bareilles (and the millions of other recording artists who have songs called Love Songs) doesn’t sue us. Anyway, next gig is hopefully next week, I need the cash for Christmas shopping and spoiling myself rotten by buying myself… *drumroll* a new violin! Or if that doesn’t work out, I’ll have to settle for new strings, which aren’t cheap, either. Thank Ellen DeGeneres that dad pays for them. Plus, my violin needs a little maintenance work. Okay, I’m tired. Post ends right about… here.
If it’s any consolation,
The blues have always had me too,
And if I ever write a love song,
I think I’ll write it about you.
xx,
Steph
I can never write a love song,
I can never write a blues song,
When I'm in love I am a lover,
But I have always had the blues.
Guess what, people. I know you all think that Dirtnote sucks balls and everything – as if we give a shit what you think, anyway – but we totally kicked ass at our gig tonight. The crowd was pretty sweet, a few of them even knew a couple of songs and sang along! After we finished doing What I Feel, Naz and I had a little bit of a conversation on-stage, that went something like this:
ME: *overwhelmed that people actually know the lyrics* Jesus, I love you guys. You’re such an awesome crowd to play for – so nice and appreciative!
NAZ: *looks at the crowd* So, who wants to go home with Steph tonight?
ME: *apologetically* Nah, sorry, I can’t do that. I still live with my parents. *crowd laughs* I know, that sucks. Parents… Bleh. But in two years, hell, three, nine, fifteen of you can come home with me! Just hang in there.
We were pretty funny, and I’d like to say we provided some good entertainment. They should give us a Grammy already! Underground gigs are so much fun, but we had to get home early, since Mr. SexyShirtlessDrummer *coughs* is sitting for his SPM, so we ended about 10:30. Still, really good fun, and I loved the crowd, since they loved me.
I am afraid that no one sees me,
What will they say when I am gone,
It occurs to me I think I miss you,
I think I missed you all along.
The Bukit Bintang people are seriously awesome. I mean, they came for our gig, they stood in the goddamn rain for two hours just to listen to us amateurs play music, albeit really, really, really good music, if I may say so myself. And what’s more, some of them had seen us doing those stupid 45-minute sets in PLU and other places (which is how they knew our songs, duh) and at the end, after the encore (oh, oh, we did this one by Jimmy Eat World called Carry You and it was actually okay!) they came right in front of the stage and went:
PEOPLE: *yelling, kinda* We love Dirtnote!
ME: *looks at Naz, freaked out (I mean, these people were in the rain. I so wouldn’t do that, unless it was Amelie or something)* Uhm, thanks? We love you, too. Loads.
RANDOM CROWD OF PEOPLE: (I think they were joking) We wanna have your babies!
NAZ: *laughs (totally unhelpful)* You do?
ME: *grabs Naz* You know, we’re gonna have to think about that. ‘Kay, thanks, bye!
NICK: *pokes me with his drumstick (this wasn’t over the mic)* Say it nicely…
ME: Naz has something to say!
Then Naz kinda had to close down the show, but it was okay. I was freaked out by the sudden fan-dom. One thing I’ve learned from this – I should never be a celebrity.
Out of the corner of my eye,
Not sure if I should think these things of you,
It’s at the wrong place in the wrong time,
I think it’s just my turn to lose.
Anyway, that’s quite enough gushing about how insanely fucking brilliant my band is. Let’s talk about the day before that, Tuesday, that is 18.1.2008. I was in The Star newspaper – front page, if you can spot me, I’ll buy you an ice-cream from McDonald’s. This was during Roger Federer’s meet and greet session. I can’t tell you how much this has affected me, now it’s like; I really need to see Amelie. The world could end the next day as long as I’d seen her run around the court, her hair flying as she hits one-handed backhands into the face of Maria Sharapova and ruins her modeling career (cue sigh from blogger). I mean, come on, I’ve been following Amelie’s progress since late 2006, where everyone was like, “Yeah, yeah, we know Steph has ADD, this will pass.” And I thought it did, until I saw her playing Eleni Daniilidou in her purple tennis dress in 2007, and that was it for me, seriously, no shit, kill Elizabitch Hasselback. Not even Dinara Safina, who, yes, is winning, and yes, is 6”1’ compared to Amelie’s 5”9’, and yes, has a brother who plays tennis, can compare to the likes of my Amazonian blonde Frenchwoman who does not know what the word “buoy” means in English. Complete hotness, indeed.
But thoughts of you could give me smile lines,
I laughed myself to sleep because I knew
We were talking about a fine line,
It depends on who you’re talking to.
In case I forgot to mention earlier, and I just re-read this post, and yes, I forgot to mention, these lyrics are from a Dirtnote song, cause I’m so goddamned proud of my band. I’ll have you all know that I wanted to call it “The Amelie Song, #14” (yes, we really do have fourteen songs about Amelie – more than that, in fact), but Nick and Naz nearly killed me with a pink plastic fork from Ikea (they are such girls) when I suggested it, and since I value my life, I agreed to stick to the safe, somewhat boring title of Love Songs, hoping that Sara Bareilles (and the millions of other recording artists who have songs called Love Songs) doesn’t sue us. Anyway, next gig is hopefully next week, I need the cash for Christmas shopping and spoiling myself rotten by buying myself… *drumroll* a new violin! Or if that doesn’t work out, I’ll have to settle for new strings, which aren’t cheap, either. Thank Ellen DeGeneres that dad pays for them. Plus, my violin needs a little maintenance work. Okay, I’m tired. Post ends right about… here.
If it’s any consolation,
The blues have always had me too,
And if I ever write a love song,
I think I’ll write it about you.
xx,
Steph
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
How to be Dead
How to be Dead
Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth,
No you don't know what happened,
And you never will,
If you don't listen to me while I talk to the wall,
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall,
Where you've had me for hours,
Till I'm sure what I want,
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before,
So sweetheart tell me whats up,
I won't stop,
No way.
Well, you guys heard Helen on the cbox. No worries, I'm here updating, as I should. As you all probably know, the holidays have started and more than anything, I'm looking forward to chilling out with my girls and basically having fun and making the days go by as quick as possible. I'm not sure how I feel about the holidays. On one hand, I want it to go by really fast, seeing as Amelie will start playing again next year. On the other hand, we all know what I've got looming in front of me next year. Yeah, it's the dreaded SPM. Look at me, do I seriously look like I'm prepared to sit for the most important exam in my life? Come on, this is me. I spent the whole year in 4 Gemilang fucking around with Amy, Arif and Fida. I didn't pay attention to pretty mych anything and Amy and I would gossip every day about Joe Jonas, Taylor Lautner and all those other hot guys. Then I'd come home and text Helen about Amelie. Not to mention all those nights I stayed up late, those two weeks where I was off in Australia and those times I said I was "sick" so I wouldn't have to go to to school. But hey, I'm sixteen!
Please keep your hands down,
And stop raising your voice,
It's hardly what I'd be doing, if you gave me a choice,
It's a simple suggestion,
Can you give me some time,
So just say yes or no, why can't you shoulder the blame?
Cause both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both,
You're a big boy now,
So lets not talk about growth,
You've not heard a single word I have said,
Oh My God.
Anyway, I've had the time of my life this year. I mean, seriously. It doesn't get any better than 4 Gemilang. And this year? All the stuff we got up to? The best part of the year, I have to say, was sitting up late with Naz, playing guitar and hoping for Amelie to win. Really, I love that woman. She never fails to amaze me with what she has to say. Even is she does say, "AnimAls." Amelie says the best looking guys on the ATP tour are Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. Svetlana, Amelie's doubles partner, says they're Marat Safin and Rafael Nadal. Oh, and here's a totally random conversation which just took place.
NAZ: Steph, you could make Jesus blush.
ME: I know. Hey, you excited about tomorrow night?
NAZ: Yeah. Oh, hey, open up and try one of my delicious brownies!
ME: *brownie gets stupped into my mouth* I love... *coughs* these brownies... *cough* What they hell was that, are you on drugs?
NAZ: I sure hope not.
Please take it easy,
It can't all be my fault,
I havn't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far,
Baby let me explain something, it's all down to drugs,
At least I remember taking them,
And not a lot else,
It seems I've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again,
But if the ecstacy's in, the wit is definitely out,
Dr Jekyll is wrestling Hyde,
For my pride.
Steph
Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth,
No you don't know what happened,
And you never will,
If you don't listen to me while I talk to the wall,
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall,
Where you've had me for hours,
Till I'm sure what I want,
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before,
So sweetheart tell me whats up,
I won't stop,
No way.
Well, you guys heard Helen on the cbox. No worries, I'm here updating, as I should. As you all probably know, the holidays have started and more than anything, I'm looking forward to chilling out with my girls and basically having fun and making the days go by as quick as possible. I'm not sure how I feel about the holidays. On one hand, I want it to go by really fast, seeing as Amelie will start playing again next year. On the other hand, we all know what I've got looming in front of me next year. Yeah, it's the dreaded SPM. Look at me, do I seriously look like I'm prepared to sit for the most important exam in my life? Come on, this is me. I spent the whole year in 4 Gemilang fucking around with Amy, Arif and Fida. I didn't pay attention to pretty mych anything and Amy and I would gossip every day about Joe Jonas, Taylor Lautner and all those other hot guys. Then I'd come home and text Helen about Amelie. Not to mention all those nights I stayed up late, those two weeks where I was off in Australia and those times I said I was "sick" so I wouldn't have to go to to school. But hey, I'm sixteen!
Please keep your hands down,
And stop raising your voice,
It's hardly what I'd be doing, if you gave me a choice,
It's a simple suggestion,
Can you give me some time,
So just say yes or no, why can't you shoulder the blame?
Cause both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both,
You're a big boy now,
So lets not talk about growth,
You've not heard a single word I have said,
Oh My God.
Anyway, I've had the time of my life this year. I mean, seriously. It doesn't get any better than 4 Gemilang. And this year? All the stuff we got up to? The best part of the year, I have to say, was sitting up late with Naz, playing guitar and hoping for Amelie to win. Really, I love that woman. She never fails to amaze me with what she has to say. Even is she does say, "AnimAls." Amelie says the best looking guys on the ATP tour are Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. Svetlana, Amelie's doubles partner, says they're Marat Safin and Rafael Nadal. Oh, and here's a totally random conversation which just took place.
NAZ: Steph, you could make Jesus blush.
ME: I know. Hey, you excited about tomorrow night?
NAZ: Yeah. Oh, hey, open up and try one of my delicious brownies!
ME: *brownie gets stupped into my mouth* I love... *coughs* these brownies... *cough* What they hell was that, are you on drugs?
NAZ: I sure hope not.
Please take it easy,
It can't all be my fault,
I havn't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far,
Baby let me explain something, it's all down to drugs,
At least I remember taking them,
And not a lot else,
It seems I've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again,
But if the ecstacy's in, the wit is definitely out,
Dr Jekyll is wrestling Hyde,
For my pride.
Steph
Saturday, November 01, 2008
...depressed?
SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF DEPRESSION IN TEENS
1. Sadness or hopelessness
2. Irritability, anger, or hostility
3. Tearfulness or frequent crying
4. Withdrawal from friends and family
5. Loss of interest in activities
6. Changes in eating and sleeping habits
7. Restlessness and agitation
8. Feelings of worthlessness and guilt
9. Lack of enthusiasm and motivation
10. Fatigue or lack of energy
11. Difficulty concentrating
12. Thoughts of death or suicide
13. Unexplained aches and pains
14. A downward trend in performance at school or college
15. Destructive and/or defiant behavior
16. Hallucinations or unusual beliefs
17. Appetite or weight has changed considerably (has lost or gained a substantial amount of weight)
18. May appear restless, agitated (pacing, wringing hands) or has slowed down (e.g., spends hours staring in front, finds it hard to move)
19. Has lost a lot of energy, complains of feeling tired all the time
20. Complaints of feeling guilty or worthless ('everything is my fault', 'I am bad')
21. Belief that life is not worth living
1. Sadness or hopelessness
2. Irritability, anger, or hostility
3. Tearfulness or frequent crying
4. Withdrawal from friends and family
5. Loss of interest in activities
6. Changes in eating and sleeping habits
7. Restlessness and agitation
8. Feelings of worthlessness and guilt
9. Lack of enthusiasm and motivation
10. Fatigue or lack of energy
11. Difficulty concentrating
12. Thoughts of death or suicide
13. Unexplained aches and pains
14. A downward trend in performance at school or college
15. Destructive and/or defiant behavior
16. Hallucinations or unusual beliefs
17. Appetite or weight has changed considerably (has lost or gained a substantial amount of weight)
18. May appear restless, agitated (pacing, wringing hands) or has slowed down (e.g., spends hours staring in front, finds it hard to move)
19. Has lost a lot of energy, complains of feeling tired all the time
20. Complaints of feeling guilty or worthless ('everything is my fault', 'I am bad')
21. Belief that life is not worth living
Well, that's twelve out of twenty-one, people. Whatever. You decide. After all, my parents did, didn't they?
Thank Ellen DeGeneres for my friends, -- Helen, Carin, Nazis, etc. You guys are the only people keeping me sane. And I fucking appreciate that.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
--dear mademoiselle amelie 04
Dear Mademoiselle Amelie,
The Bible tells that to love your lips, your locks, your skin, your eyes, your hands, to love your essence, too, is evil and is a sin for me and that such love must lead to hell. Well, I wanna get me burned by its flame!
P.S. Maybe today is the opportunity?
<3 Steph
The Bible tells that to love your lips, your locks, your skin, your eyes, your hands, to love your essence, too, is evil and is a sin for me and that such love must lead to hell. Well, I wanna get me burned by its flame!
P.S. Maybe today is the opportunity?
<3 Steph
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
.dead but breathing.
Well it finally had to end this bitter way,
You had no more life to give,
No matter what you said,
And I worried every night,
And slept all day,
I was lying to myself,
Pretending to be someone else.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going nowhere,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go,
Cause it's over.
So you tried to work it out and get some help,
You'd been fooling everyone,
But I knew what was going on,
I couldn't hold your hand through that again,
We keep lying to ourselves,
Pretending to be something else.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going nowhere,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go.
I'm angry that you couldn't stay,
To fill my empty space,
But it's alright,
I'll be fine,
I know that you'll be better off,
In a different place,
It's alright,
You'll be fine.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go.
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going under,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go,
Cause it's over.
You had no more life to give,
No matter what you said,
And I worried every night,
And slept all day,
I was lying to myself,
Pretending to be someone else.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going nowhere,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go,
Cause it's over.
So you tried to work it out and get some help,
You'd been fooling everyone,
But I knew what was going on,
I couldn't hold your hand through that again,
We keep lying to ourselves,
Pretending to be something else.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going nowhere,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go.
I'm angry that you couldn't stay,
To fill my empty space,
But it's alright,
I'll be fine,
I know that you'll be better off,
In a different place,
It's alright,
You'll be fine.
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go.
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
You loved me so,
But it's over,
Just let me go,
We're going under,
I feel like I'm dead but breathing,
I know because my heart is beating,
Just let me go,
Cause it's over.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Bunwoman's tag
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
She's the Nazi who, when she was in form 1, pulled this guy back into the line (it was really funny) and I laughed my ass off. She looked at me as if I was nuts when I shook her hand for it. She's now pretty much one of my BFFs. The rest, as they say, is history.
2. Your 5 impressions towards her?
.BIMBO!
.fashion-nuts.
.Mrs Marat Safin.
.Nazi.
.she puts up with me.
3. The most memorable things she has done for you?
I don't know... "Surprise" me with the rest of them at my birthday? Or that thing in Mid that nobody knows about.
4. The most memorable things she has said to you?
"It was a video of her losing and they titled it 'Mauresmo loses, hahaha..." Or something like that.
5. If she becomes your lover, you will...?
Probably commit suicide to escape the non-stop nagging.
6. If she becomes your enemy, you will...?
Buy her some haute couture thing to coax her back into being friends.
7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on...
She is not becoming my lover. Deal with it.
8. If she becomes your enemy, the reason is...
Probably cause I refused to wear a dress. Or she killed Amelie.
9. The most desirable thing to do to her is?
Squeeze her bun! Ohmyellen, you don't know how amazing that is!
10. The overall impression of her is...
She's absolutely awesome. She stands like a slut and has blow job lips, but I love her.
11. How do you think the people around you feel about you?
That I'm an insolent, cocky asshole. Actually, I don't know. But I've been told that I'm an insolent, cocky asshole.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I'm a nice person and people would see that, if they actually took the time to look.
13. What do you hate about yourself?
The fact that I can be really lame at times. I'm supposed to exude cool!
14. The most ideal person you want to be is?
Right now, Marie de Villepin.
15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something to them.
Thank you for your support, I know I can be a hue asshole at times, so really, thank you. And Dirtnote is working on holiday gigs for November-December, so please do come!
People to tag:
1. Aisyah Liliana.
2. Carmen Morales.
3. Chan Pik Ee.
4. Daphne Lee.
5. Eusoff Andrei.
6. Katrina de Rozario.
7. Suzanah Teh.
8. Wong Eu Jyn.
9. Corned beef sandwiches sound good.
10. I want Milo.
Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?
Me!
No. 3 a male or a female?
She's female, all right...
No. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?
Sure, as long as I get free Milo every day for the rest of my life.
How about no. 5 and 8?
Um, ew.
What is no. 1 studying about?
How to stalk her Kitty Kat?
Is no. 4 single?
Yeah.
Say something about no. 6...
She is awesome, insane fun and I wouldn't trade a moment spent (laughing my ass off or making her laugh her ass off) with her in Sydney for anything.
She's the Nazi who, when she was in form 1, pulled this guy back into the line (it was really funny) and I laughed my ass off. She looked at me as if I was nuts when I shook her hand for it. She's now pretty much one of my BFFs. The rest, as they say, is history.
2. Your 5 impressions towards her?
.BIMBO!
.fashion-nuts.
.Mrs Marat Safin.
.Nazi.
.she puts up with me.
3. The most memorable things she has done for you?
I don't know... "Surprise" me with the rest of them at my birthday? Or that thing in Mid that nobody knows about.
4. The most memorable things she has said to you?
"It was a video of her losing and they titled it 'Mauresmo loses, hahaha..." Or something like that.
5. If she becomes your lover, you will...?
Probably commit suicide to escape the non-stop nagging.
6. If she becomes your enemy, you will...?
Buy her some haute couture thing to coax her back into being friends.
7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on...
She is not becoming my lover. Deal with it.
8. If she becomes your enemy, the reason is...
Probably cause I refused to wear a dress. Or she killed Amelie.
9. The most desirable thing to do to her is?
Squeeze her bun! Ohmyellen, you don't know how amazing that is!
10. The overall impression of her is...
She's absolutely awesome. She stands like a slut and has blow job lips, but I love her.
11. How do you think the people around you feel about you?
That I'm an insolent, cocky asshole. Actually, I don't know. But I've been told that I'm an insolent, cocky asshole.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I'm a nice person and people would see that, if they actually took the time to look.
13. What do you hate about yourself?
The fact that I can be really lame at times. I'm supposed to exude cool!
14. The most ideal person you want to be is?
Right now, Marie de Villepin.
15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something to them.
Thank you for your support, I know I can be a hue asshole at times, so really, thank you. And Dirtnote is working on holiday gigs for November-December, so please do come!
People to tag:
1. Aisyah Liliana.
2. Carmen Morales.
3. Chan Pik Ee.
4. Daphne Lee.
5. Eusoff Andrei.
6. Katrina de Rozario.
7. Suzanah Teh.
8. Wong Eu Jyn.
9. Corned beef sandwiches sound good.
10. I want Milo.
Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?
Me!
No. 3 a male or a female?
She's female, all right...
No. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?
Sure, as long as I get free Milo every day for the rest of my life.
How about no. 5 and 8?
Um, ew.
What is no. 1 studying about?
How to stalk her Kitty Kat?
Is no. 4 single?
Yeah.
Say something about no. 6...
She is awesome, insane fun and I wouldn't trade a moment spent (laughing my ass off or making her laugh her ass off) with her in Sydney for anything.
--dear mademoiselle amelie 03
Some questions, some answers...
P.S. I just try to be an ideal sweetheart.
You may say love is nothing; I say you’re right because love’s not a thing.
You may say that you’ll never belong to me; I say I have made you mine in my dreams.
You may say our whole lives are between us; I say human life is too short.
You may say that you don’t need love; I just say you have no time to do so.
You may say one can’t suffer for long time; I say I am someone who can.
You may say it’s just insanity; I say yes, love really is like that.
You may ask, "What will we be doing with all this?" I say, "We'll just see."
P.S. I just try to be an ideal sweetheart.
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