just random Music videos that i felt like uploading for fun because i dont know what to put here and i felt like putting something here its not like these are my favourite songs they are just random oh whatthehell ah ;alkghj;ohewgnanglkag;aklgj;klgkkkogoohohohhohohohohohohohoholoholh,oh;afh;aodsh;ahghga;gha;gh;agh;aslng;hjgfdugb;rgu394y6p3075p20hsadgasd
自我催眠 by show luo. i quite like the song and MV (the first nine secs's silent, patience! ) and i shall not comment on his singing! but it's a nice song. yes
i don't love you , by my chemical romance. well the first MV made me think of this one...oh and his constipated expression's real humorous. amusing. yes
如果你也聽說 by a*mei . "sianners" sent me the link, i think her voice is...not bad. k , it's nice. hmf. oh and the first MV was what this one reminded me of! see, theyre all interlinked these MVs
finally a song i like loads recently. uhm i'm not sure if this is a proper official MV or what but i really like the song, just ignore the video i guess, hm. gotta go buy a new album soon. edit-oh actually it's kinda overemo and i think it's one of those songs i like a lot then the excitement and love kinda fades awayyy
school was okay today. slightly tired mentally because i slept late last night and the night before , and not just to work okay, i'm not a supermugger! there's the champions' league final at 2AM later, it's the last match of the season. must watch.
hm. KI homework. Lit hwk. maths hwk. chinese hwk. soccer. ah. the answer's obvious
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
beginnings
(i felt like writing a story.)
it was night-time in heaven. okay, it always WAS night-time there, the sky just varied in different shades of blue and black. on some days, they'd lift their heads off their cloud-cribs and look off into the distance, and they'd see a bright, bright light, a burning ball of orange, lighting up the land just beyond the horizon, making it glow pink. and they'd marvel at it, for they knew not what it was, but they felt its warmth, and they were glad at its presence.
otherwise, it was just cold, silent night after cold silent night. no one spoke, for they were not allowed the Voice yet. they just kept to their own thoughts, speaking only to The Father, who was in each and every one of them, nursing them, guiding them, a voice of comfort and reassurance to these babies.
he sighed to himself. it was any day now. they'd take him, take him off onto his journey. he knew little of what it was, but he knew that every day, a dozen or two of their kind will vanish from their cloud-cribs, falling down into the depths below. he did not know what lay down there, but he knew that once gone, they never came back. he never saw that again. he once asked The Voice about this, but all he got was an ambiguous reply. but he felt it, he felt his crib sinking, day by day. it was getting heavier. no, HE was getting heavier. his time was coming soon.
it was night-time in heaven. baby-in-the-womb might still be very very young for a human baby, but in heaven, he was a veteran, one of the older ones. and he was wise. he knew the feeling for what it was, and it did not take the Voice to tell him. this was his last night here. by tomorrow, he'd be gone. he raised his head a little, just a little. he did not want to waste too much energy before the journey, or whatever it was that lay ahead. he raised his head, and he saw it. a touch of gold, a streak of lavender, in the distance. that strange, bright light again. he always loved it, the sight of it , the comfort, the peacefulness it gave him, in this quiet, eeire world that they all lived in. and he would always remember it.
and now, he knew that this would be the last sunset he'd be seeing, here in heaven. he stared long at it and he fell asleep smiling.
the next day, he was gently awoken by a voice in his head, the Voice. "my child, it is time. awaken from your slumber, be ready to embrace the journey that lies ahead of you."
the baby-in-the-womb rubbed his bleary eyes. he always hated that voice, just as much as he loved it. he was unsure of what it was, but he knew it was all-knowing and deep. very, very deep. it was the sort that instantly commanded your respect.
(...!!!irritating voice. woke me from my sleep. urk. the sunset was nice yesterday...)
he felt himself being lifted. for the first time, he could look out over his surroundings, further than he had seen before. babies were sleeping for as far as the eye could see! he never knew that there really were so many of them. but they were all asleep, curled up on their sides. just another lazy night for them.
there were a couple of others who were not sleeping. like him, they were lifted off their cloud-cribs, and like him, they looked around in curiosity and amazement. and then the voice spoke again.
"my babies, it is time. i am sending you into the World."
and all twenty or so of them were lowered slowly, past their cribs, past the still-sleeping other babies, into the lower clouds. it was colder here. baby-in-the-womb looked up, not down. he did not want to be frightened by what lay beneath. he beheld the layer of thick, fluffy clouds that had been his home for as long as he knew. they looked so...edible. it was strange. he was starting to see everything he had known in a different light now. he reached out to touch those clouds...
"enjoy your journey, my children. you have a long night ahead of you..."
and with that, they fell. baby-in-the-womb's hand was still outstretched, trying to grasp at the clouds that seemed to be rising up away from him. but he was falling, and the echoes of that deep deep voice grew more and more distant. he was falling. he looked to his sides. the other babies were not there. they must have fallen elsewhere. and now baby-in-the-womb was scared. where was he going? where was this voice sending him to? oh yes, the World, he remembered. he often dwelled on this, those countless long silent nights in his crib. but now that the time had come, now that his time had come, he was...unsure. he closed his eyes, readied himself for the impact.
he saw a flash of white, a bright,bright light. it was like the light he saw back in heaven. only...brighter. like it was closer to him. or, he was closer to it.
and then he was knocked out and all was dark and he fell into a deep deep sleep and did not awake until much later.
(urk. retarded. boliao ness haha! enjoy)
it was night-time in heaven. okay, it always WAS night-time there, the sky just varied in different shades of blue and black. on some days, they'd lift their heads off their cloud-cribs and look off into the distance, and they'd see a bright, bright light, a burning ball of orange, lighting up the land just beyond the horizon, making it glow pink. and they'd marvel at it, for they knew not what it was, but they felt its warmth, and they were glad at its presence.
otherwise, it was just cold, silent night after cold silent night. no one spoke, for they were not allowed the Voice yet. they just kept to their own thoughts, speaking only to The Father, who was in each and every one of them, nursing them, guiding them, a voice of comfort and reassurance to these babies.
he sighed to himself. it was any day now. they'd take him, take him off onto his journey. he knew little of what it was, but he knew that every day, a dozen or two of their kind will vanish from their cloud-cribs, falling down into the depths below. he did not know what lay down there, but he knew that once gone, they never came back. he never saw that again. he once asked The Voice about this, but all he got was an ambiguous reply. but he felt it, he felt his crib sinking, day by day. it was getting heavier. no, HE was getting heavier. his time was coming soon.
it was night-time in heaven. baby-in-the-womb might still be very very young for a human baby, but in heaven, he was a veteran, one of the older ones. and he was wise. he knew the feeling for what it was, and it did not take the Voice to tell him. this was his last night here. by tomorrow, he'd be gone. he raised his head a little, just a little. he did not want to waste too much energy before the journey, or whatever it was that lay ahead. he raised his head, and he saw it. a touch of gold, a streak of lavender, in the distance. that strange, bright light again. he always loved it, the sight of it , the comfort, the peacefulness it gave him, in this quiet, eeire world that they all lived in. and he would always remember it.
and now, he knew that this would be the last sunset he'd be seeing, here in heaven. he stared long at it and he fell asleep smiling.
the next day, he was gently awoken by a voice in his head, the Voice. "my child, it is time. awaken from your slumber, be ready to embrace the journey that lies ahead of you."
the baby-in-the-womb rubbed his bleary eyes. he always hated that voice, just as much as he loved it. he was unsure of what it was, but he knew it was all-knowing and deep. very, very deep. it was the sort that instantly commanded your respect.
(...!!!irritating voice. woke me from my sleep. urk. the sunset was nice yesterday...)
he felt himself being lifted. for the first time, he could look out over his surroundings, further than he had seen before. babies were sleeping for as far as the eye could see! he never knew that there really were so many of them. but they were all asleep, curled up on their sides. just another lazy night for them.
there were a couple of others who were not sleeping. like him, they were lifted off their cloud-cribs, and like him, they looked around in curiosity and amazement. and then the voice spoke again.
"my babies, it is time. i am sending you into the World."
and all twenty or so of them were lowered slowly, past their cribs, past the still-sleeping other babies, into the lower clouds. it was colder here. baby-in-the-womb looked up, not down. he did not want to be frightened by what lay beneath. he beheld the layer of thick, fluffy clouds that had been his home for as long as he knew. they looked so...edible. it was strange. he was starting to see everything he had known in a different light now. he reached out to touch those clouds...
"enjoy your journey, my children. you have a long night ahead of you..."
and with that, they fell. baby-in-the-womb's hand was still outstretched, trying to grasp at the clouds that seemed to be rising up away from him. but he was falling, and the echoes of that deep deep voice grew more and more distant. he was falling. he looked to his sides. the other babies were not there. they must have fallen elsewhere. and now baby-in-the-womb was scared. where was he going? where was this voice sending him to? oh yes, the World, he remembered. he often dwelled on this, those countless long silent nights in his crib. but now that the time had come, now that his time had come, he was...unsure. he closed his eyes, readied himself for the impact.
he saw a flash of white, a bright,bright light. it was like the light he saw back in heaven. only...brighter. like it was closer to him. or, he was closer to it.
and then he was knocked out and all was dark and he fell into a deep deep sleep and did not awake until much later.
(urk. retarded. boliao ness haha! enjoy)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
promos has the same number of letters as olevel, just twice the number of 'O's
really
ohmy
i am tired!
why? what time did you sleep?
oh blog. i slept from 9 yesterday. but i still feel sleepy
oh
i have a sudden urge to go on top of that mountain in malaysia we climbed three years ago, again. remember it?
ah, gunung panti or something? ahyes i remember
yea. i feel like being at that summit again. and sitting down and feeling the wind. and lie against a tree and. er. sleep.
ohmy
i am tired!
why? what time did you sleep?
oh blog. i slept from 9 yesterday. but i still feel sleepy
oh
i have a sudden urge to go on top of that mountain in malaysia we climbed three years ago, again. remember it?
ah, gunung panti or something? ahyes i remember
yea. i feel like being at that summit again. and sitting down and feeling the wind. and lie against a tree and. er. sleep.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
strangers
strangers.
i'm tired, hi bed, i get to see you before midnight today. yea
the vending machine in the canteen's been stripped of its food.
i just worked on pw, i have to start painting one of these days. lit is going pretty slowly which is quite bad. maths is below manageable. just below. history was sleepable today, really sleepable. got to force myself.
thought of a few measures to zhng my daily mood-meter already. have to excite myself, get high, so i won't be so tired and sleeeepy and drifting around and feel as if my head is bobbing up and down in tune to the waves at sea.
sh, blog's sleeping. i'm off to sleep too. i'll blog a nice long one another time.
the time now is 2302 pm, tuesday night
: )
i'm tired, hi bed, i get to see you before midnight today. yea
the vending machine in the canteen's been stripped of its food.
i just worked on pw, i have to start painting one of these days. lit is going pretty slowly which is quite bad. maths is below manageable. just below. history was sleepable today, really sleepable. got to force myself.
thought of a few measures to zhng my daily mood-meter already. have to excite myself, get high, so i won't be so tired and sleeeepy and drifting around and feel as if my head is bobbing up and down in tune to the waves at sea.
sh, blog's sleeping. i'm off to sleep too. i'll blog a nice long one another time.
the time now is 2302 pm, tuesday night
: )
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