every second dripping off my fingertips: December 2008

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Back from the much anticipated and highly publicised Christmas break, which was completely a waste of my time. Santa Claus in his new red jumpsuit apparatus and jetpack wasn't even in sight! Was I naughty this year, huh? Even the lights along Orchard Road failed to ignite the commercialised spirit in my heart this year. AND and, all the movies on the goggle box (which I have so gracefully entrusted my eyes to this holiday) were absolutely horrible, and they tried to dress it up with 'give-aways'. Come on, if it's bad, don't dress it up with prizes. Maybe a house, or a car, or that new racing car game, anything that resembles a car! PLEASE! Maybe even some greens (or purples, oranges, blues), you know, in light of the economic crisis.

Yup, nothing's better than getting some oversized, outrageously priced present for Christmas.

So anyway, yesterday, being the 30th and all, was grossly boring. First of all, the thing on my mind (and your mind too, if you're reading this now) that troubles me dearly at the moment would be the 2nd of January. Second, is the next thing on my mind. How do I spend my time tomorrow? (today)
Do I celebrate (uh-huh, I'm still thinking)? Or do I do work (once again, still thinking)? Death is coming so why bother? Anyway, like a sign from heaven, Hell called. I have to admit, I spent a good 20 seconds thinking 'have the demons come after me already?' Then I thought to myself, and recalled the time when a certain someone came up with the joke that some particular person we know, who's favourite moan/howl/cry is also the name of a famous communist leader (ok la give chance, it's Mao[wr]), has Hell for a mouth, and the only things saving us from final damnation is 2 rubber bands and his/her boyfriend/girlfriend (yes, till now I am still confused). And in my youthful vigour and childishness, I changed her/his name in my phone. Wonder who it was that came up with that despicable joke. Must be one of Aang-with-no-blue-arrow-on-the-head-but-half-a-head-of-hair's young disciples. Oh well, despicable or not, it's a good one. You have taught us well, oh half bald one.

So when I realised that Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell was indeed Claire after all (sorry I was lazy to write 'him/her', and besides, you're gonna find out sooner or later), it was scant consolation - I was going to have a torrid time listening to a demon's voice anyway. I'm sure Shaun would agree too. He even predicted accurately that Hell was gonna call us in the morning to irritate us and tempt us to the dark side. But we were strong, and resisted the lure of the dark side of the force, and went back to sleep.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:29 AM

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Why do let me stay here?
All by myself
Why don't you come and play here?
I'm just sitting on the shelf

Why don't you sit right down and stay awhile?
We like the same things and I like your style
Its not a secret; why do you keep it?
I'm just sitting on the shelf

I got to get your presence
Let's make it known
I think you're just so pleasant
I would like you for my own

Why don't you sit right down and make me smile? (uh huh)
You make me feel like I am just a child
Why do you end it?
Just give me credit
I'm just sitting on the shelf

She & Him are an American band comprising of actress Zooey Deschanel (Yes Man, Failure to Launch, The Happening) and musician M. Ward. Their first album,Volume One was released March this year and 'Why do You Let Me Stay Here' is their only single from their album.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have a new crush...

somewhere a clock is ticking:
1:03 AM

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

One Art

By Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
12:10 AM

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Like all emo and really interesting blogs, I shall start off by saying "oh no life sucks I'm SOOO gonna die tomorrow I hate school why do we have exams blahh blahh blahh I'm so lonely now if only he (or she) will like me blahh blahh blahh boohoo" *inhales* "I want to go out home is so boring I have to do stupid TOK and EE if only school didn't start so quickly ehh Christmas very boring and silent this year lehh blahh blahh blahh".

Yesterday I went to chill with the Enoch gang (yes, but only this once, the name shall change for future posts) and we caught Twilight. While I have to say the filming style was reminiscient of the Twilight Zone (shading was so bleak, it was almost black and white), the film on a whole was very 'chick-flicky'. How predictable. No not the film, the audience. And when the oh-so-gorgeous-and-boyish-looking Robert Pattinson, better known as Edward Cullen *cringes* appeared on screen, the audience let out amazingly authentic cat-calls that it was almost as if Jeff Corwin and Richard Attenborough were sitting on either side of me. Girls these days. Really. It's not as if he's like really super hot you know. I mean, a guy wouldn't make a cat-call like that when he saw another guy, right? *cringes again* Okay I'm awake now. No Jeff or Richard, just Nigel and Cow.

But I did make cat-calls at Bella Swan. I mean, tell me, is she not perfect?

I got nothing else to say really, because this just goes beyong words could ever, EVER describe.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
6:56 PM

Thursday, December 11, 2008

I cannot remember the last time I did something like this (and for good reason too). I really couldn't care less to look into the archives either (for other reasons). But for the pure entertainment value of observing the absurdity of chance and my music library, I shall do this.

How does the world see me?

Unbelievable - Craig David (like, wow... )

Will I have a happy life?

Papercut / Big Pimpin' - Linkin Park feat. Jay Z (so far, so damn good)

What do my friends think of me?

Graduation (Friends Forever) - Vitamin C (it just keeps getting better and better)

What do people secretly think of me?

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol (really?)

How can I be happy?

Sing for Absolution - Muse (alright, it has some truth to it...)

What should I do with my life?

Make Love to Me Forever - Snow Patrol (to myself? Thats is SOOOO wrong)

Will I ever have children?

The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts - Sufjan Stevens (ok I shall spend a little more time on this one. See, the man of Metropolis is actually Superman. Well, as far as I know, Superman has not many children. On the other hand, he's not real. So I'll probably have imaginary children. Wonderful.)

What is some good advice for me?

It's Goin' Down - Linkin Park and The X-Ecutioners (what is?)

How will I be remembered?

Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas (oh dear...)

What is my signature dancing song?

Speed of Sound - Coldplay (which probably means I'm a fantastic dancer, because that song is brimming with syncopation)

What does everyone think my current theme song is?

Stranded - Jennifer Paige (well, you might be right. Thank you everyone)

What song will be played at my funeral?

Come Together - The Beatles (everyone, have fun...)

What type of men/women will I like?

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado (ok whatever you want to think, the way I see it, I'll be a rich playboy in the future. Sorry but I really like to dream.)

What does next year have in store for me?

High - Lighthouse Family (I don't think so.)

What does my love life look like next year?

1985 - Bowling for Soup (will I really meet someone that old?)

What do I say when life gets hard?

Live Like You Were Dying - Tim McGraw (I is good huh?)

What do I think of when I get up in the morning?

Feel - Robbie Williams (as a matter of fact, I might actually think that. Go listen to the lyrics)

Which song will remind me of my first kiss?

Jesus Take The Wheel - Carrie Underwood (I'm sure the other party won't agree)

My favourite saying?

Don't Cha Wanna Ride - Joss Stone (which relates to the earlier answer of Promiscuous. This is really working out for me huh)

My most missed memory?

Backstabber - Jonezetta (ahha, really? Taken into context, I could consider it to be true, but... NAhhhhhhh)

What songs describes my close friends?

Stars - Simply Red (a line over here please, I only accept cash thank you...)

What song describes my ex?

Slow - Kylie Minogue (you won't believe how long I laughed at this one. I guess what goes around really does come around)

What song describes myself?

Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day (ehhhh, maybe. I'm always asleep anyway.)

Where will I be in 10 years?

Bring 'Em Out - T.I. (makes no sense really. Unless I'm a reality show host and I say "bring out the jury" on Survivor or "bring out the designers" on Project Runway, but otherwise, it's really ridiculous. I'd prefer the Amazing Race.)

My love life right now?

Out of Touch - Uniting Nations (this quiz has turned out to be more of a fortune telling session than anything else)

What is my current state of mind?

Thank God I Found You - Mariah Carey (err, who?)

What is my life's purpose?

Only Human - Jason Mraz (sure, how modest of me.)

What do my parents think of me?

Kids With Guns - Gorillaz (awww come on...)

What do I often think about?

Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 (yeah me too.)

What is my life story?

Seasons - Good Charlotte (critically analysing it though, it might hold some truth)

What will I dance to at my wedding?

Golden - Switchfoot (sounds good.)

What is my biggest fear?

We Believe - Good Charlotte (hmm, lyrics people, lyrics)

What is your biggest secret?

High and Dry - Radiohead (shhhh...)

What is the theme of my life?

Deep - Blackstreet (oh yes, it is... very indeed)

So there you go. I hope you had fun because I certainly did not enjoy doing it.

I won't tag anyone to do this because this is really life wasting, but, if you wish to kill time by bashing it on the head with a keyboard, be my guest.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
12:23 PM

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Ok I shall make this a short one because I want to sleep (pardon my lazy and inherent bum-like attitude).

I have to say, the Lourdes Experience was, well, a wonderful experience. Once again I apologize for the lack in variety that my posts have slowly but surely become. Yes, all you grammar (and vocabulary, if any) Nazis can come and annihilate me. Then of course, there was dinner, and as usual, we had a laughing good time. This has become the norm for outings with my friends already (yes church and school alike) and the constant suaning has become the bane of my sad little existence. So eventually if you find a dead body lying at the foot of my block, it's probably my neighbour's pet. At the same time, I might even make new friends.

So we were going on our usual jokes (mostly from Denise anyway, I'm not the kind who cracks jokes about people... No... Really...), and then Denise said, "Brandon, I think you'll fail any test I give you". Then, knowing me and my self-proclaimed-witty-yet-really-lame-and-stupid-quips, I said, "Really ah, blood test also!". And so we came to the conclusion that Brandon's blood type is F. Yes. F+. Don't worry Brandon, you can still improve.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:34 PM