Drops of Jupiter

Drops of Jupiter

Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
With drops of Jupiter in her hair,
She acts like summer and walks like rain,
Reminds me that there's time to change,
Since the return from her stay on the moon,
She listens like spring and she talks like June.
I love this song. Saw the video on youtube recently and Pat Monahan is such a pretty, pretty man! Still, like Helen and I agreed, after falling for Amelie and Roger, falling for a musician or an actor is just... NAAAAH. Like, all you see is what they WANT to show you. With Amelie, on-court, you see her talking to herself, doing the eyepoke thingy, screaming at the referee, telling Elena Dementieva's mom to shut it, etc and off-court, you see her with little kids and it's just SO cute. Like, she's such a nice person (oh, and HOT, too). Anyway, this is my first POST post in a long time, and I apologize for that. I've been such an asshooligan, being too lazy to blog properly and just uploading pictures. God, I'm turning into one of those photolog bloggers! *slaps self*
Tell me did you sail across the sun,
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded,
And that heaven is overrated,
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
One without a permanent scar,
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.
Anyway, happy birthday to my bestie, Helen Sneha Jambunathan. Here's hoping that you FINALLY get a blog (so I can link you), get to meet Roger Federer (so I can meet Amelie through him), and get to go for the Federer-Nadal game (so we can drool over Rafa together). It's been four fucking years of friendship and obviously, there's many more to come (can't wait for you to be Godma to Cayenne, Laith, Shane, Alyssa, Jarrod, Regan and Kierstyn). You're finally sixteen, and PLEASE don't lose your virginity. I don't think Roger would appreciate that. Also, can't wait for this Saturday, when I'ma do something to Sarah!
Now that she's back from that soul vacation,
Tracing her way through the constellation,
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo,
Reminds me that there's room to grow,
Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane,
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land.
Anyway, school's been pretty much like this. Amy and I were talking about this certain form 3 girl the other day, and this is how it went:
AMY: Eh, I actually find her very pretty.
ME: Yeah, omygawdd, don't you just wanna slap her?
Hahaha. And I just remembered this from a couple of weeks ago. Amy probably knows who these people are. Hee.
"Ohmygawd, she's so desperate."
"Yeah, she's the worst ex I ever had."
"Hey, mine, too! Wait. I don't mean she was my ex..."
Laughs all around. It's three different people speaking, by the way.
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet,
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
And head back to the Milky Way,
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind,
Was it everything you wanted to find,
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.
So anyway, flavour of the month with Amy and I have been *drumroll, please* LezLo and SaMANtha Ronson. What the fuck, SaMAN's 43 years old. It's enough to make you wanna hide under your bed and PRAAAAAAAAY that you don't turn out like that once you turn 43. Hell, yes people, I kid you not. And by the way, speaking of celebrities, Nickie, I CAN'T find a more local crush. Come on, Dayang Nurfaizah looks like something I'd find stuck to the bottom of my Converse shoes. And Arif had better brought me Converse from Jakarta. As for which team we're on, Amy and I are on Team Selena and Team Demi, cause Miley Cyrus is a porn star and an insult to 16 year olds everywhere. I can only imagine why Katy Perry wants to kiss her. Birds of a feather... Ew.
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken,
Your best friend always sticking up for you,
Even when I know you're wrong,
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five hour phone conversation,
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me.
I'm currently reading Jodi Picoult's Change of Heart. The first 143 pages have been SUPERB. I'd give my left pinkie to be able to write like that woman. Breaking Dawn was full of crap, Stephenie needs to write something else. The Host is just boring. On a lighter note, I got to see the USA - New Zealand game yesterday. For all of you who've been living under a rock for the past week, women's soccer is my new #2 passion (#1 being tennis, of course). And USA totally schooled New Zealand. I couldn't've been happier (well, maybe if Natasha Kai scored). So, I was sitting there, watching Natasha Kai run around the field all hot and sweaty when my mom comes into the room.
MOM: Why are we supporting America?
ME: "We" are? I thought I was. Anyway, it's because Natasha Kai is there.
MOM: Oh. Is she a gay?
ME: *lies* No...
For those of you who REALLY don't know, I DETEST discussing sexuality issues with my mother. I'd rather get a root canal. Seriously. And mom, it's not "a gay". It's "gay."
Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet,
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
And head back toward the Milky Way,
Tell me did you sail across the sun,
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded,
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
One without a permanent scar,
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.
So, USA has made the semi-finals. I less than three Natasha Kai, though not as much as I less than three (soon to be my) gorgeous, blonde, 5"9' Amazonian Frenchwoman with the Grecian jawline and the grass-colored eyes. I REALLY less than three her. Okay, I'm lame. This post ends here.
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
And did you fall from a shooting star,
Fall from a shooting star,
And are you lonely by yourself out there.

less than three,
Steph