Thanks: vassalord by NiwaRIKU89 for the hot picture of Johnny and merry_christmas by ~x-chan for the x'mas hat=)

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!
MERRYYYY CHRISTMAS!!! =)

Came back today from Fairmont hotel. In order to avoid waiting for another hour for the normal room, we decided to upgrade to a room on the executive level and it was super nice=) The view of Singapore's night scene from my room was just a little short of breathtaking, but nevertheless it was very pleasant. I will be staying in Singapore hotels every weekend since my parents cannot take the time off for a holiday haha. Blessing in disguise. Ok but every year we go stay in S'pore hotels , and it's mostly the same few. Always alternating between fairmont/swissotel(s)/raffles/ritzcarlton/marriot etc. But S'pore hotels are nice to stay in so I don't mind and enjoy the experience.

Oh goodness the laptop 'w' key is spoilt and jabbing at it so many times before the letter comes out is tiring, so now I have to use another keyboard and the keys are SO deep. Oh well, just have to get used to it. AH the typing sound is really quite loud.

Oh and we're painting the house. My dad chose to do it DIY and we've been helping out. Today I was sitting precariously on the ledge of top of my house porch because my brother was too afraid of heights to do the front part. Anyway I find painting fun and I absolutely love heights, with 1 exception. I HATE ROCK CLIMBING. I have no idea why but I just can't stand rock climbing. I remember the time during OBS when I was climbing halfway why my shoe started sliding off so I told the instructor I couldn't carry on and she somehow did not understand me and started telling me how I should not give up and kept egging me on. In the end my shoe really came off and I fell off=( However it wasn't totally because of that. I just hate rock climbing. Period.

Today my family just received a 2009 calender by post on it were 2009 fortunes for the different zodiac animals, and after checking mine, jobs that are suited for me are: Actor, gardener, beachcomber -___-''
Okayyy.. what does a beachcomber do anyway? Walk down beaches and collect sea shells, and then master the 'she sells sea shells on the seashore' tongue twister? Haha, pardon me for my ignorance.
According to dictionary.com:
beach⋅comb⋅er   [beech-koh-mer]
–noun
1. a person who lives by gathering salable articles of jetsam, refuse, etc., from beaches.
2. a vagrant who lives on the seashore, esp. a nonnative person living in such a way on a South Pacific island.
3. a long wave rolling in from the ocean onto the beach.

Now not-quite-obsessed-quite but quite fascinated with this new pairing- Farlest / Ka'hmesh.
Farlest is androgynous while Ka'hmesh is half human/snake. And!and!and!, both of them have elf ears. YAHHHHHHHH=)))
I quite like the Legolas/Aragorn pairing as well although I'm not a big fan of LOTR.
Personally, I feel that some hot pairings are:
Crowley/Aziraphale
Holmes/Watson
Batman/Joker (However, I think this might only be an infatuation)
Balthier BUNANSA/ Bausch
Johnny Rayflo/Charley Chrishunds
Ban/ Ginji
Riki/Iason Mink
Alucard/Alexander Anderson
Hiroki/Nowaki [J.R.]
Kazuki Fuchoin/ basically anyone
Sam A ritan/ Bible guy
et cetera.



18 days to christmas!

;)

Sebastian Michaelis


Butlers ARE hot. KUDOS! to all those butlers out there.


Oh.. Came across this one. It's nice.. And what do e need after that?? [Continued below]


CPR!!!


Rod and Nicky:)


and more CPR. Heh. Oh well, I was from red cross:p


Cover of the 1996 edition of the New Yorker Magazine.



Despite his relaxed posture, the Joker’s eyes on him were intent, watchful. His voice was calm, un-Jokerlike.

“There was a girl, you know. Beautiful, like your Rachel.”

Bruce tried in vain to summon the anguish that usually came so easily whenever her name was mentioned, but the emotions fizzled in the breeze, as if the plaintiff cries of the violin had truly hushed the sting of loss and loosened the death grip of guilt that had so long festered in his heart.

“Obviously, showing her this-” the clown gestured mockingly at himself, “-was out of the question.” His voice became the Joker again, darkly teasing, “uh-uh, you don’t forget the ru-les. Except that she did make me forget. For music, she said, she could see past anything. Anything.. but this. I tell you, Batsy, learn this, if you haven’t already: women ain’t nothing but trebles.”

Bruce snorted at the bad pun. “You were a musician?”

The Joker looked mildly insulted. “I still am!”

“Who dresses up as a clown.”

A pause in the air, like a cleft, and Bruce asked wryly, “Isn’t there some unspoken rule somewhere that says musicians are supposed to take themselves seriously?”

“Oh yes. Ca-no-ni-cal and Con-sci-en-tious,” The Joker smacked his painted lips, grinning widely. “Where dedication to your craft means looking dour, wearing black, and talfking wif plumfs inf yourf moufth. Do you know what a virtuoso is?”

A sigh. “I know you’re about to tell me.”

“A musician with Very High Morals; I’m sure we all know one in our lives. And you know what music is? A complex organizations of sounds that is set down by somebody dead with a quill, incorrectly interpreted by somebody alive with a baton, who is then ignored by the musicians, the result of which is ignored by the audience.”

“Were you any good? At your- craft?” Even as he asked, Bruce wondered if their surreal conversation here on the rainy rooftops of Gotham would have constituted as flirting, something two people would do over dinner as they sized up each other’s potential. Granted the layers of palavers were more convoluted, and the stakes an unknown.. but it was also to disarm the Joker, he told himself. If he could get under the Joker’s skin as effectively as the Joker had gotten under his, he might have a chance of stopping Gordon’s plans from occurring.

The expression on the Joker’s face had turned inwards. “The devil is in the details. And I was very detailed. So, yes, Batsy. One might say one that. And you know the funny thing? In return for all our craft, all the reviews and encores and adulation, we still aren’t allowed to come in through the front doors. No. The way to the hall, sire, is through the garbage disposal doors, past the smoky kitchens, back stairs, freight elevator... but you have to suffer for your art. Everybody knows that.”

“So you turned to the art of murder instead? To share the suffering?”

“Or, to get your attention!” This time the Joker’s grin was rakish.

“And now you have it.” Bruce narrowed his eyes at him. “Except that’s not really what you want, is it? Nothing would ever be enough.”

“Ah Batsy, dear. You’ve yet to hear my masterpiece! Watch and listen. There’s music in my madness!”

“You’re not mad. “ Bruce said firmly. “Just taking the easy way out.”

“Oh-ahahaha! Not mad! Oh Batsy, I’m mad. I’m mad.” And abruptly there was so much anger suddenly pouring out of the Joker that his voice vibrated like a harp about to break, even as it fell to a whisper, filling the air- thickening it with the faceless ghosts of long-held festers. They pulled at Bruce, made him feel the old aches within him respond; his own rages, so long without voice, silently asserting themselves. Years of hard won discipline enabled him to clamp down on this rise of empathy and commiseration, strangled them before they gave voice to his own inner darkness. He knew then how close it had been for him, how near he had been to drowning it in his sorrow the way the Joker had, all those years ago.

But he also knew it was too late, the Joker was no longer a cut out cardboard monster. He had a voice, a face; there was a man behind the monster.

It only made the monster so much harder to bear.

By: Lucius_complex.

I LIKE THE ENDING:))


Definition of head banger- according to Urban Dictionary.

1. head banger
A guy who listens to heavy metal while vigorously nodding his head up and down. Ideally throwing his long hair back and forth for added effect. dirt head, metal head.

2. head banger
Bitches that are down to give head deeptroating trics
that bang there head.

3. head banger
Someone who earns respect
Someone who can fight.
Someone associated with gangs and murder.

dot

Hey (S)friend, I've finally remembered the name of that anime/manga!!! It's KUROSHITSUJI.
Oh yea, and your brother IS a genius. Eventually(emergent) Conrad(canopy) Understood(understorey) Shinji's(Shrub) Gaze(ground)


Watched Avenue Q on Sunday. It was nice:) Oh the wonderful feeling of being able to watch something LIVE instead of only of youtube=D
Some songs:
If you were gay: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YUcMJFKZEM&feature=related
The internet is for porn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-TA57L0kuc&feature=related
It sucks to be me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPvZVdHDB4E
etc.
However, this musical/play is not like others where at the end, there is usally much cheering and shouts for encore etc. This one ended like a movie. It just, well, Ended.

Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamourous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
-Terry Pratchett


In the land where horses born with eagle wings
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru the air
And baby lambs where samson dares
To go on on on on on on

My fairy king can see thingshe rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and meohh yeah he guides the winds

My fairy king can do right and nothing wrong
Then came man to savage in the night
To run like thieves and to kill like knives
To take away the power from the magic hand
To bring about the ruin to the promised land

They turn the milk into sour
Like the blue in the blood of my veins
Why can't you see it
Fire burnin in hell with the cry of screaming pain
Son of heaven set me free and let me go
Sea turn dry no salt from sand
Teeth don't shine like pearls for the poor mans eyes

Someone someone has drained the colour from my wings
Broken my fairy circle ring
And shamed the king in all his pride
Changed the winds and wronged the tides
Mother mercury (mercury)
Look what they've done to me
I cannot run I cannot hide
-My Fairy King (Queen)


Oh and prom pictures are on facebook.


Random phrase: If you believe that, it'll just be like believing a chicken pie.
Epic.

NOW

The 'O'levels are NOW.
1 week down and 3 more to go.

Reality

Reality. The 'O' levels are in about a month.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
____________________________________________________


(credits: thundertori)

Acrostic
Surely never surpassed in brilliance, in genius,
He is the consummate detective, the epitome. Largely self-
Educated in haemoglobin, tobacco ash, plaster of paris, the agony
column, and innumerable histories of sensational crime, this acute
Reasoner yet
Loves wry humor, good friendship, strong smoke, fine dining, and the
truly
Outré to complement the recherche. He is the product of art in
the blood--and theatre, and music, and philosophy. . .
Case after case he pursues to relieve the commonplace dullness of
existence, whether his client be a scandalous
King or a beautiful young Violet.

&

Just an average, modest,
Ordinary citizen of England, whom
His friend would hardly accuse of being observant or original
Nevertheless, in heart, in loyalty, in honesty and strength of
character, he remains an ever-chivalrous, and quiet,

Hero.

(credits: the tin-box)
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In a smart, ache, tingle,
Lizzie went her way;
Knew not was it night or day;
Sprang up the bank, tore through the furze,
Threaded copse and dingle,
And heard her penny jingle
Bouncing in her purse, --
Its bounce was music to her ear.
She ran and ran
As if she feared some goblin man
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Or something worse:

(The goblin market- Christina Rosetti)

OK

Today was chinese Olevels. And it was suprisingly OK. Go define OK. OK
I'm happy to say that up to 23 May 2008. I've seen 3 gay couples, proper gay couples. 1 of them was ok. All ok except for the pink/purple matching. The other two pairs were just undescribable. All TOO HOT=) WHeeeee...
Chinese 'O's are over, can't wait to start on my books=) But I still have to practise HARD for oral. HEHEHE.
And this is the end of another typical day-of-my-life post.

TKGRCY

Tanjong Katong Girls' Red Cross Youth Batch 55
Year 2005 to 2008
MIRACLE SQUAD
LOVEY DUCKY, LOVELY (working) SQUADMATES
I MISS CAMP
I LOVE CAMP
TKGRCY
thanks for all the memories.

CNY

WISHING EVERYONE PEACE, JOY, GOOD HEALTH ABD GOOD LUCK(:
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!