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.
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