Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Underachievers please try harder

I'm making a habit out of titling my posts after Camera Obscura's songs.
I can't help it that they're scarily applicable to my life!
So I'm bloggin in ITB(what's new?) ad wearing my Mortisha Aadams dress(the first time since in bought it last year) and red lip liner on my eyes.
We had a presentation on cults.
I have an excel shit to passap by tmrw.
Basically my first week of school has been VERY haphazard... is it because I couldnt be bothered to make time to work during the holidays?
God I really don't want this to snowball on to next week. I wish I could write about things that really matter on my blog. like opinions on poverty, or social outcasts... or something. Would you believe I have none? Instead my mind is endlessly thinking about acquiring more and more! clothes! Like this!



They are, once agian from swirl. I love the top, i think the bottom is cool. I dont know where to get the money to get it...maybe I'll ask my mom. Hmm. I wonder if swirl is still having a sale... let me ctrlT and check...
Hmm. swirl has a sale. buy one and get 50% off the second. it quite good, but that would mean, still, spending about $150 and where am I gonna get that kinda money man!!
Oh well. I still havent made my choli and I have lots of pictures to post but i dont know where they are!!! Sali made a lemon cheesecake for her mom!!! sali, did it work out?!
By the way, Sali is a vulgarity in Hindi... are u sure u still wanna be called sali?
how about lima? or alim? lol

Your Picture - Tracyanne Cambell

My friend she told me such a story
But she didn't know what I knew
I laughed with my friend when she got to the end
And I knew we were laughing at you

She told me you'd made some money
You got yourself framed on the wall
And people come by, and they look at your face
And they say it's the fairest of all

Of course you protect, That's what you do best
And you're modest and shy to the end
You're watching them, as they're looking at you
And you know it was money well spent

She told me you'd given up drinking
To be with somebody you knew
You tried to get into the bible
but it never got into you
But you still got some loyal disciples
I supposed that I'm one of the few

And I shouldn't have laughed cause I mean you no harm
But my friend got to me before you
So next time I see you, I'll be pleased to see you
I hope you'll be pleased to see me
I'll visit your picture, I won't have the nerve to tell them they got you all wrong


Nice, right?

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Footloose and Fancy Free


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
On this part of the hall sat a bunch of kids in blue, on that part of the hall sat many kids in yellow.
On the left side sat kids as sweet as rose milk, on the right side sat kids who were wronged.
so started my CIP on thursday.
Kids are the devil's minions, I swear.
Kids can also be very loveable (but in no way will they ever be angels)
I would like to volunteer again...someday. :)

Picture montage! LOL some sweet sweet kids (not the horribe ones) that caught my heart (sorry, paul) on thursday

Thats us at TONE's ISOTONIC lol... it was nice. I wish I could sing like that too. (sorry again paul, why did we not take pictures!)
I wanted to post pictures of my Sari but upon closer inspection I find out that they were not nice pics at all! so yyeeeaaaahhhh. Also I haven't made my choli top yet. money!!! oh money!!! which reminds me I'd better call max brenner!
Aca championships are in August
I haven't studied or done any homework ah lizzzzzzzz!!!!!

You Held the Light In Your Hands

You held the light in your hands
and I bask in its glow
I only knew what was cold;
So I beg you, don't go

You are- the shoulders to my head
Your support is my strength
Like he hands to my arms
Your right; my command

How music and ears
can get along so- you made
My stringless breath sing
And I beg you: don't go

You are- the floor to my knees
My eyes to my grieve
The light in your hands
Has kept me burning the past

And when in ashes I suffer
What my clothes cannot cover
Hold your light over me
So that no-one will see

The air to my breath
is all tainted by you
The sparks from your fire
by one, not a few

So what you cannot say
has taught me to feel
You touch what needs to melt
so hold- and see that i will

You hold the light in your hands
and my heart's in its glow
So I know its called love
Now I beg you: Don't go.