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ONLY ONE

[]Name: diabolique
[]Aged: go figure
[]blah, sarcastic, cynical, paranoid, indifferent
[]vegan/children/elderly eater a.k.a cannibal
[]green tea
[]music in free time

[]Loves:
[]backstabbers
[]hypocrites
[]twits
[]overbearing, arrogant, snobbish people
[]slowpokes, physical ones and mental ones

[]Point:who doesn't?

[]Really:
[]God
[]friends
[]music
[]shopping
[]procrastinating
[]PUNS! yay!

ONLY WANTS

[]below 15 for L1R5
[]MarcEcko: The TurnStyle/E900/The Niche/Ecko ID/Two Timer/The Encore
[]much, much MUN-NEH
[]my own digital camera
[]ipod nano
[]my own tuba

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Monday, July 31, 2006
Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home


Oh how I love this song. It was by chance that I downloaded it actually. It was my original intention to just download Nobody Knows by Dido, but at that time, I didn't quite know what its title was, so I did a search for Grey's Anatomy OST. Good things come to those who wait and after God knows how many donkey years later, the internet connection finally did what it's supposed to do and I finally found the listings on Amazon.
But in the process, I came across forums discussing how Such Great Heights was a good song, yaddayadda. Since I didn't know which one it was, I thought, "What the heck." and I just went downloading all the songs they mentioned.
And like Yahoo! auctioneers would put it, "Highly recommended"


6:52 pm

Saturday, July 29, 2006
The Woods

Holly Bolly, Bolly Holly. Same wood, different trees.

I'm bored.

It's so strange. It's a Saturday, and everyone's supposed to be at home, doing stuff, watching the idiot box, but there are no friggin shows! That's stupid. I mean like, don't the people at the T.V station have any brains? Shouldn't they put programs on a Saturday instead of in the wee hours of the morning on some day when we have school the next?

Oh how I wish I have cable.


9:22 pm

Thursday, July 27, 2006
Random Thought V

- NAYHA!

- What's it to you?

- Bitch.

- I'm [expletive deleted] pissed.

- You're the source of all our troubles.

- You should just go away and never come back.

- You think you're so great? Think again.

- You're so [expletive deleted] unfair, baised. You treat the one who causes the most pain with the most love.

- What the hell.

- My word, both of you suck.

- No names mentioned. No intention of letting anyone else know who I'm refering to.

- If you want to know, ask me personally.

- The room is so cold. Damned the air-con repair man is good.

- Mr Brown rocks.

- Peanut butter rocks. I'm going to get myself a sandwich now.

- This is KAH-RAY-ZEE!


8:03 pm

Sunday, July 23, 2006
Black Out!

Yes. Black out. If you have been following my blog closely, you would have noticed that I changed my blog skin many times. Okay, like 3 times, but for someone who hasn't changed his blog skin for an eternity, that's a lot.

Black out. 2 things to speak of.

1st: Obviously, blind people wouldn't even be reading my blog, so since you're reading this, it is safe to assume that you're not visually hanicapped. Yes, so you can see that my blog is now black. Or 'blaque' rather. Black out of orange, that's what it is. Well, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's because my blog is too fast for you and you couldn't follow, you insignificant, slow and brainless cretin you haven't seen my last blogskin. And after that major hint, if you still can't figure it out, you can go bash your head against the wall.

Like, now.

2nd: I blacked out today, and hit myself on the storeroom door handle. I got up from the sofa to open the door for my parents, and lo and behold, GIDDINESS! After they stepped in, I attempted to close the door, but instead of letting go, I held on for support cause the room was spinning. And I went together with it. I lost mybalance and blacked out on the shoes, yes, shoes, and on the way down, hitting myself near the eye on the handle.

Those of you out there waiting for my demise, this is one point to you, but I shall have my REVENGE!

So if you see my with a blueblack near my left eye, it just means I hit myself accidentally, and not because I got into a fight and got hit.

No, scrape that. I actually got hit my bengs cause I have this innate hatred for bengs and was staring at them while walking home, and they being the imbeciles they were, came running after me and bashing me up.


9:28 pm

Saturday, July 22, 2006
The Fairy's Doll - A MFSS Production

We (Garene, Jill, Wendeline, Amelia, Melvin, Eden, Darren and I. Okay, so not just us form Mayflower, but God knows how many others as well, whom might I add, were U.G.L.Y Singaporeans, with no respect or consideration for the fellow human beings) went together to watch the musical, The Fairy's Doll. If that's how you spell 'Fairy's'. Its so confusing, the word 'fairy' I mean, not the play. When do you use 'fairies" or 'faeries' or 'fairy'? Then there's the problem with the ' 's '. Tsk. English.

With all the confusion in the midst of confusion, we shall leave them where they are, which is nowhere, and continue with what I want to say.

I shall start with the part where we all waited for Melvin for 31 minutes at the MRT station. Yes, 31 minutes of perspiring and anger management, A.K.A not blowing our tops off in public and making a huge scene. So, here I go - *AHEM* WE WAITED FOR MELVIN FOR 31 [expletive deleted] MINUTES. Yes, that started the social event, if that's even one to begin with.

When SOMEONE eventually arrived, we took the train to blah blah blah blah blah blah *fast forward*

The musical was mediocre compared to other musicals I have been to but for a school production, it was actually quite good, although if I had it my way, the costumes, which were ugly and unflattering, would go. And if Garene and Wendeline had their way, the dancers would go. But the choice of music couldn't have been better. Except for the part where the fairies did their dance to turn the lead actress into a tree. The music there was wrong, so wrong. And if I had it my way, which by the way, wasn't, the music at that part would be changed as well.

But in any case, after the musical ended, we left just like all the other normal humans, and intended to go for supper, which was cancelled because Garene, Jill, Wendeline and Amelia left on the train for home, as with Nigel, whom headed home, not by train but bus, and Darren went of with the choir people and I had one mother of a headache, thereby leaving Eden and MELVIN, A.K.A latecomer. *cue: deep breath" They tried to drag me with them for supper but the headache was so bad, it was like a metal casing in my empty brain (yes, empty no thanks to maths, which killed all my brain cells, not that I had a significant amount to begin with), and every time I moved my head, it would come on so hard I thought I was going to drop dead. So I went home. Don't know about Eden and MELVIN though, cause I wasn't there.

I was at home, sleeping. And I blogging today - why? Because MELVIN A.K.A latecomer came late and wasted all my time, to such an extent that I have no time to blog. Because of the mother of all headaches, no thanks to math.

This is for you Math - TSK, TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK.

He had it coming.


11:25 pm

Wednesday, July 19, 2006
"I Gave Birth To You. I'm Your Mother"

Mum: You need money is it?

Me: Err..No.Why?

Mum: Then why did you draw the 500 bucks?

Me: How you know?!

Mum: I'm your mother. I gave birth to you. Of course I know.

Me: Err..Okay.

Mum: So you draw the money for what?

Me: Buy new MP3 player.

Mum: Orh.

BUSTED! Oh well. I love my mum. X)


9:59 pm

After Much Consideration...

I BOUGHT A IPOD NANO!!!

That's CRAZY!

My parents don't know about it yet. And they never will. Unless they find this blog. Which they never will. Unless they ask me about my blog. Which they never will. So they will never know about the IPOD. Unless they ask me about my blog and come read it.

Or open my drawer.

YES! That's CRAZY! No, I'M CRAZY!

P.S 'CRAZY' is pronounced as KRAY-ZEH. Yes. That's how BrianFellow does it. So sue me.


4:10 pm

Monday, July 17, 2006
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I [expletive deleted] deleted all my [expletive deleted] poems that I stalled in Word. [expletive deleted]. Oh [expletive deleted].


10:34 pm

Friday, July 14, 2006
Speak!

3 things to speak of.

1st: Not so important, but this stagnant blog is stagnant no longer. And unless you're blind as you can see, the blog skins has been changed. And since I'm feeling anal right now, for no reason, I shall quote someone. "If you don't like it, sue me." Yes. Number 1. It's just a temporary one anyway. Best I could find.

2nd: Very important. God speaks. At least that's the imagery I have formed. Today is Friday, the harbringer of doom, and at the same time, the messenger of good news. Friday means P.E, A.K.A - 2.4km run, A.K.A - DOOM. Yes, DOOM. And since I'm anal, I shall add that it only applies to me, unlike some people who go, "Can I run again? I want to get 'A'. *cue: act-cute eyes*"

In any case, I woke up and dragged myself to DOOM. Didn't even think of praying for rain. Until I was just outside the school gate with YongWen. In self-denial, we went, "It's going to rain! It's going to rain!" *cue: me praying silently*, upon seeing the grey, GREY, not black sky. Make that LIGHT grey. Then again in self-denial, we went, "MsBalan, MrsSelva, MsCheam, MsMoo all not in school today!"

But alas, things were not meant to be. As we stood staring at the whiteboard of absent teachers, akin to waiting for the BigSweep numbers for 10 billion dollars, all the forementioned teachers' names were there! not there. Yet, there was still hope.

RAIN! The grey clouds dispersed...Nonetheless, 1 period before DOOM, we, Garene and I, were walking back form the humanities room, when it started to drizzle! HURRAH! 10 minutes later, it got heavier! stopped. Ultimate saddness.

I prayed. "God, I know it rained, but can it be heavier? Amen." And it did! It rained! Heavier! Then it stopped. Again. "Oh dear God. Please help me. Make it rain heavily non-stop. Amen." It didn't...

10 minutes before DOOM: BAM! RAIN! HEAVY RAIN! NON-STOP! AMEN! Yes. That sums it all. God spoke. He said, "Let the clouds disperse, then let it drizzle and stop, then rain and stop, then rain HEAVILY! For Sherwin's sake." HAH! Does God rock or what?

3rd: Not so important. I spoke. At the speaker's corner in school, about excellence. About how it is not "doing your best" like all the student leaders have said but "meeting the expectations of others." For example, you tried your best at math, but still only got a say, B4. Now, you go on home expecting a "well done", but NOOOOOOOOOO! You get instead, a "Is that all you can do? Is that your best? Well, best apprently isn't good enough for me." Since I'm still anal, I shall say, " If you don't get this analogy, then you have lived your life in vain.

End of update. DIE VILE VERMIN. YOU LITTE CRETIN. Still anal.


10:45 pm

Monday, July 10, 2006
I'M DYING!

It's official, I'm dying.

I was blowing my nose when...LO AND BEHOLD! BLOOD!

And it refuses to stop. I'm holding on to my nose as I type this with one hand, for fear that it might drop off.

P.S
Dear readers,

You are cordially invited to the funeral of Sherwin Koh.

Date: Today
Time: Any time now
Venue: To be advised


12:09 pm

Thanks!

Many a thanks to:

Yuyan, Jill, Garene, Ame, Linda and friends for just being there

May, Lining, Yuyan for their support during hell P.E lessons

Ms Cheam/Mrs Leong for the talk we had

Jonathan for coming back, thereby warranting us a meal at Seoul Garden

Llyod for coming back

Llyod for the meal at Kippo

Llyod for the cap [Okleys!]

Youth for the indoor picnic

Gastric for me being at home. Safe from the tyranny of school

God for all of these


11:16 am

Thursday, July 06, 2006
The Blues

I feel depressed now. I don't know why. Okay, actually I do, and even if you don't want to hear it, I will still blog about it cause this is my blog.

I feel so worthless now. It's like I can't do anything at all. Except being a pian in the ass.

I don't have anything. No looks, no talents, no brains, no goals, no passion, no life, no faith, no identity, no everything.

But no one really cares. Cause even I hate myself. So who are they to say they love me?


9:36 pm

Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Hanabi Lyrics (FULL!)

YAY! I finally got the full version of Hanabi! And the lyrics too. As Paris would put it, that's HOT!
HANABI ~ Ikimono Gakari
kirameite yurameite aoki ume mai hanatsu
hana moeyuku
(INSTRUMENTAL)
sensaku ni ochiru sora
futa hira no yume hanabi
kanata ni tabi datsu
anata mo mieta noonaji hikari ga
aranata mo itsu no higa
meaeru to shinjiteru
mune saku omoi o
anata ni uta wa koe kikoeru
setsunai hiraku sore wa hanabi
kirameite yurameite aoki ume mai hanatsu
sakihokoru haru ga tataku
mamoriyuku sono omoi
hitasura narihibike
hateru made semete tsuyoku
kono hana moeyuku
(INSTRUMENTAL)
imetsu mono kotomuta wo
itazura ni chiraga shita
tachi yuku mayori wa
chizuka ni kieta no
asu ga mieteru
setsunai hiraku sore wa hanabi
kirameite yurameite tsukani yuku yume no hana
agashi no tewa tomore ochi de
regau mama kono omoi anata ni mari wakare
hateru nara semete tsuyokukono hana moeyuku
(INSTRUMENTAL)
setsunai hiraku sore wa hanabi
kirameite yurameite aoki ume mai hatare
itsuno hita maruni aetet
sunari yuku kono omoi
hitatsuki kimi watashi
hitsuma demo futari tsuyoku
kirameite yurameite aoki ume mai hanatsu
sakihokoru haru ga tataku
mamoriyuku sono omoi
hitasura narihibike
hateru made semete tsuyoku
kono hana moeyuku


7:53 pm