1. A song by a Beatle: Imagine by John Lennon
2. A song featuring piano as the main instrument: A Sorta Fairytale – Tori Amos…although it does have a synth drum…uh…..Speechless- Jay Chou
3. A song with a woman's name in the title: Lola…L.O.L.A LOLA…lolololo lola
4. A song with a man's name in the title: BILLY Jean? Jimmy Dean??? (That really old song- about Blue Jean Baby Queens?) update: it's called Rock On. Darn.
5. A song about money: Love Don't Cost a Thing- J.Lo
6. A song with weather in the title: The Four Seasons- Vivaldi
7. A song with parentheses in the title (these are parentheses): Pride (in The Name of Love) – U2
8. A song made by a punk band: Self Esteem- The Offspring (before they sold out)
9. A song with the word "song" in the title: A Song for The Lovers – Richard Ashcroft
10. A song you love so much you stop and listen whenever you hear it/put it on repeat mode and never get sick of it:
Ohhh. Uh.
Sting- Fields of Gold, Elvis Costello- She, Nina Simone, U2- One, Stuck in the Middle with you, 7 Nation Army – The White Stripes, Cocteau Twins, Faye Wong- Chesspiece; Stef Sun- Teh Oh Oh, Andreas Johnson- Glorious. Cake- Daria. Chunari Chunari, Balle Balle! (I'm such a closet curry), Collective Soul- Run, Massive Attack- Teardrop, Placebo- Every Me and Every You, Destiny's Child- Jumpin Jumpin', Nelly & N*Sync- Girlfriend, Seal- Prayer for the Dying,
I actually have a playlist of stuff I can listen to on repeat. This is part of it…can't remember the rest. Some portishead in there, and a lot more RnB
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I love super-long weekends.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
hellloooooo is anyone out there?
somehow, this blog has been so neglected I'm surprised it hasn't started sprouting ivy and moss off the sides instead of falling grey autumn leaves. I don't think even my old faithfuls back in da singapura read this anymore.
In case you're wondering, I'm at an internet cafe ($3/h- not bad)
anyway. work is fine. except that I seem to have no idea how everyone else manages to live off $2000 a month. I mean, sure Magicman lives at home still (which explains it), and some others live in Preston and whatnot, but surely I can't be eating THAT WELL that I'm always broke by the end of my financial month???? geesh.
so as an update. Last night I met a gravedigger.
He had some really interesting things to tell. For example, a family plot in my head was always like a family vault. You know. Like pyramids sort of, you cordon off an area, and that's it. It's the Smith Family Area. Hands and feet off assholes. and no plucking the daisies either.
Nope.
Apparently, a family plot means you're buried one on top of the other! How's that?
and there's a really advanced science into the measurements of the hole, how to make sure the earth doesn't collapse in on you...all that stuff.
I was fascinated right through two drinks.
Also met a few people from work, finally figured out who the mystery Sudler and Hennessey girl was...and trafficdude was there at least half drunk and playing pool like a demon.
Salsaed a little with people who didn't know how to so we all just er....booty shook a little, before I caught a taxi home to call...who else but good old mum.
I've said it once, I'll say it again- Mum really should have thought about the repercussions when she sent me off at 14. Like me dead in a ditch of a drug overdose on any given weekend when I'm meant to call her and she's "worried sick" waiting for the phone to ring (but never actually picks up the phone to call).
Anyway, must remember to call gramps for her birthday. I always put it off because I don't understand the Cantonese she speaks (I USED to, and she thinks I still can) and I kind of go "yeah, ok,m uh huh". Although it's odd because...she understands English and Mando perfectly. Ah well.
It's nice and cold today, I'm loving the coldweather. this spacebar thing is annoying but I don't mind...especially when they're playing Prince's Purple Rain overhead.
Oh yes, I went on the blog rounds. SLINKY, if you still on the offchance read this, for gawdssakes, give me your password.
In case you're wondering, I'm at an internet cafe ($3/h- not bad)
anyway. work is fine. except that I seem to have no idea how everyone else manages to live off $2000 a month. I mean, sure Magicman lives at home still (which explains it), and some others live in Preston and whatnot, but surely I can't be eating THAT WELL that I'm always broke by the end of my financial month???? geesh.
so as an update. Last night I met a gravedigger.
He had some really interesting things to tell. For example, a family plot in my head was always like a family vault. You know. Like pyramids sort of, you cordon off an area, and that's it. It's the Smith Family Area. Hands and feet off assholes. and no plucking the daisies either.
Nope.
Apparently, a family plot means you're buried one on top of the other! How's that?
and there's a really advanced science into the measurements of the hole, how to make sure the earth doesn't collapse in on you...all that stuff.
I was fascinated right through two drinks.
Also met a few people from work, finally figured out who the mystery Sudler and Hennessey girl was...and trafficdude was there at least half drunk and playing pool like a demon.
Salsaed a little with people who didn't know how to so we all just er....booty shook a little, before I caught a taxi home to call...who else but good old mum.
I've said it once, I'll say it again- Mum really should have thought about the repercussions when she sent me off at 14. Like me dead in a ditch of a drug overdose on any given weekend when I'm meant to call her and she's "worried sick" waiting for the phone to ring (but never actually picks up the phone to call).
Anyway, must remember to call gramps for her birthday. I always put it off because I don't understand the Cantonese she speaks (I USED to, and she thinks I still can) and I kind of go "yeah, ok,m uh huh". Although it's odd because...she understands English and Mando perfectly. Ah well.
It's nice and cold today, I'm loving the coldweather. this spacebar thing is annoying but I don't mind...especially when they're playing Prince's Purple Rain overhead.
Oh yes, I went on the blog rounds. SLINKY, if you still on the offchance read this, for gawdssakes, give me your password.
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