going going gone

if you guys dont know yet.

I've moved.

Here.

http://www.xanga.com/winding_forrest

see ya!

Mood:  down
Now Playing: Cover this - Dispatch
Wounded, you can take me there
I was wounded, you can take me there
It was a crime that I was left
But will you go on without me?
Think I'll just walk myself to sleep

Cause I ain't working for your father
But I might as well be
I ain't lookin' for confusion
But it tends to follow me
You can come into my house, she said
If you do it quietly
But I said
There ain't no chance at that

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you what you missed

Wounded, and I will go if you go first
But I, ain't gonna wait around
Tell me how much is your dime worth
We got, ten minutes to get there
We got, ten minutes to go
Throw this one in for the money
Cause the next one's for the next show

I ain't working for your father
But I might as well be
I ain't lookin' for confusion
But it tends to follow me
You can come into my house, she said
If you do it quietly
But I said
There ain't no chance at that

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you what you missed

So hey
Where you going?
Do you need somebody, somewhere
To help you get on by?
Cause I think, you know who I am
I'm gonna make this, as fast as I can
Some people call me the pusher man
I promise it won't take long no no no no
Just close your eyes
And get in the van

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you want you missed

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you want you missed

2am in the morning
Now Playing: Walk with you - Della Reese
There's something vulgar about writing song title BY singer to me. Cant imagine why?

Just finished writing off a pretty lengthy devoted letter to my BEST mate: Sam. Hes everything most girls could ever ask for (at least according to some friends *haha*) Must have been the lengthy dissertation of Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason followed by another engrossed viewing of Legends of the Falls, (Brad Pitt certainly never looked finer)which inspired the brilliant piece of writing.

And I really admire Helen Fielding. SHe did get the uncanny workings of the female mind right down to the dot. Loved her comaprison of jellyfishies to acerbic barbs Dont you? ANyways moving along to the male arena. Hugh Grant was positively dashing in the movie. I personally think he could even pull over impersonating erm you know that author (oh gosh brain dont fail me now) the broody intelligent one who wrote lots of novels doggone it! anyways, yes I could fall for a dashing man like that myself too if only I were'nt spoken for already hahaha.

Life is looking up. More or less recovered from a lengthy bout of nasty infections which left me feverish and without an appetite. And the antibiotics give me a nasty tummy ache which send me running to the loo once an hour. Very horrible indeed. I wish I could make some magick ointment that would make the pain run away. You know, when I was young, I always though medicine cures things but you see it doesnt really. Take pain ointments, what they really do is just distract you mind from the pain. Or like mopiko, it doesnt STOP the itch, it just makes your skin all cool and tingly and your brain just forgets the itch was ever there after that. Pretty ingenious way to sloving things I guess but it kinda makes one sad. At least it makes me a tad disappointed that not all the things that are said to cure you, actually cure you. In fact, Im wiling to bet that half the time they just magick away your symptoms.

Enough about my mis-givings on the use of cure with medications, back to Hugh Grant. As you can see the cad he potrays in Bridget Jones is apparently quite true to his real form as welll. If you can trust what newspapers say anyway. I was quite interested in the recent article concerning him and Jemina Khan, they're rumoured to be splitting up because Mr Grant, won't settle down and get married. In fact, he sounds much like the proverbial male who wishes to chase women, but once the chase is done, the thrill is over and the case is closed and served cold on a raw painful Monday morning.

Sad state of affairs really. But I guess Hugh Grant can pull it off since honestly, I'd bet there's a lotta women out there willing to get their hearts broken by him just to spend a moment with him.

2am in the morning
Now Playing: Walk with you - Della Reese
There's something vulgar about writing song title BY singer to me. Cant imagine why?

Just finished writing off a pretty lengthy devoted letter to my BEST mate: Sam. H?s everything most girls could ever ask for (at least according to some friends *haha*) Must have been the lengthy dissertation of Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason followed by another engrossed viewing of Legends of the Falls, (Brad Pitt certainly never looked finer)which inspired the brilliant piece of writing.

And I really admire Helen Fielding. SHe did get the uncanny workings of the female mind right down to the dot. Loved her comaprison of jellyfishies to acerbic barbs Dont you? ANyways moving along to the male arena. Hugh Grant was positively dashing in the movie. I personally think he could even pull over impersonating erm you know that author (oh gosh brain dont fail me now) the broody intelligent one who wrote lots of novels doggone it! anyways, yes I could fall for a dashing man like that myself too if only I were'nt spoken for already hahaha.

Life is looking up. More or less recovered from a lengthy bout of nasty infections which left me feverish and without an appetite. And the antibiotics give me a nasty tummy ache which send me running to the loo once an hour. Very horrible indeed. I wish I could make some magick ointment that would make the pain run away. You know, when I was young, I always though medicine cures things but you see it doesnt really. Take pain ointments, what they really do is just distract you mind from the pain. Or like mopiko, it doesnt STOP the itch, it just makes your skin all cool and tingly and your brain just forgets the itch was ever there after that. Pretty ingenious way to sloving things I guess but it kinda makes one sad. At least it makes me a tad disappointed that not all the things that are said to cure you, actually cure you. In fact, Im wiling to bet that half the time they just magick away your symptoms.

Enough about my mis-givings on the use of cure with medications, back to Hugh Grant. As you can see the cad he potrays in Bridget Jones is apparently quite true to his real form as welll. If you can trust what newspapers say anyway. I was quite interested in the recent article concerning him and Jemina Khan, they're rumoured to be splitting up because Mr Grant, won't settle down and get married. In fact, he sounds much like the proverbial male who wishes to chase women, but once the chase is done, the thrill is over and the case is closed and served cold on a raw painful Monday morning.

Sad state of affairs really. But I guess Hugh Grant can pull it off since honestly, I'd bet there's a lotta women out there willing to get their hearts broken by him just to spend a moment with him.

10 things to doo before it's too late..
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: BLEACH!!!! OST
10. You want me to Fill in the blank

9. Name my child Tabitha (if I have no children can someone name me a God-daughter please?)

8. Learn to jiggle my *ba-dang-dangs* seductively

7. Rear my OWN chicks
(Down with hens from battery farms! Their rampant and abuse of antibiotics are one cause of the bird flu)

6. Dancing in the rain

5. Pierce my tongue

4. Go Bald

3. Make my own clothes

2. Live in Nepal

1. Join a nudist colony!!


Oooo exams always put strange ideas in my head. Escapism Escapism!

stagnation
Mood:  not sure
im not growing up im stagnating

lately i fear, i havent been up to much.
or at least when people ask me what ive been up to...
i cant forthe life of me conjure any respectable reply.
maybe im ashamed that whatever ill say is boring.
am i really all occupied with school?
(in which i am completely disillusioned at?)
maybe i just got up from the wrong side of the bed over and over again.
coupled with my usual pesimism.
i cant seem to pick myself back up to cheery bubbly mirthful misch.
why?

Na Ja!!!!
Now Playing: podcasting - Duetsch lansam Nachrichten
Ich m?chte Deutsches erlernen
Ich finde Deutsch sehr interresant!
M?chten je Mann Ich helfen???

Hallo! Hallo!
Ich habe ein Fruend.
Er ist sehr sch?n.
Er studiert f?r ein Smester in Munich.
Munich sind sehr gross.
Tut mir leid.
Ich kenne sehr wenig Deutsch.
Ich habe keine w?rten.

Guilty as charged
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: Lajko Felix
Think happy thoughts.
*blip
Er.. misch, there goes one.
Catch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Find:
The answer to your problems
The answer to poverty
The answer to sadness
The answer to random patterned baldness
An answer

Eureeka.
Greek heurka, I have found (it) (supposedly exclaimed by Archimedes upon discovering how to measure the volume of an irregular solid and thereby determine the purity of a gold object), first person sing. perfect of heuriskein, to find.]

I dont have any questions.
I am only Singaporean.

twin jjeopardy
Mood:  happy
seeing double..

its been a while me and my not so forth coming updates.
Just spent an eventful day mucking with smelly chemicals learning to process film. I see a future *grins* anyways do check out my friends link. Serendipity at its greatest no less. A project btw 2 pple from different countries. She shoots one lot of pics on the film sends it over then he shoots. Talk abt seeing double.

Dear Friends
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Down here, we all float

DEAR friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.