you will shelter me

'and this is fucked up, fucked up'.

nothing's really fucked up, other than the usual things, but the song is highly infectious. thom yorke everyone. -thanks wy btw.

if there was ever a person who could personify the bad-boy image in absolute perfection, it would be Russell Crowe. He's perfect. He gets away with murder. Something abt him that emanates god-like superiority. now to find an unmarrried version. what? he too is attached? damnit.

i miss home. everything seems funnier there. i'm amazed at how ridiculously funny family + friends can be. yes, yes, i said family. funnier by the minute, however embarassing that statement might be. the last time they were here, my brother said 'is that man ye high?' in a ridiculous italian-chinese-jamaican accent which left me laughing until 2 minutes ago. other comments include 'i'm not sure what to do, can i look at my opponent's table?' upon re-enacting iron chef on TV.

obscenities are waay last season. to anyone muttering it anytime in the near future, i say 'ha! you're those uncool types aren't you? gotta go, peace out'.

i dont know if what i say makes sense. i can think faster than i can write. once i played typing tutor (to improve my already lightning-speed typing skills. ha, right) and the techniques they gave were really good but so inapplicable to me since they asked me to utilise my fourth and fifth finger which really isn't fair cos they're pretty weak in terms of finger-strength. stop, stop, this is drivel. not only am i wasting my time, i'm wasting time.

drama performance this...week. our plot is still in question and the lines are yet to be fully memorised. worst part is, no one's panicking. it doesn't sound promising at this point, but let me just say this, prop settings are Amazingg man (but not really). i'm just worried people will end up laughing cos they think its a comedy from the way we're acting when it really is a tear-jerking, emotional drama (but not really, its just plain drama). will wear ear-buds-thing to block out the sound.

lyrics to Bryan Adams' Room Service. i don't mean to make fun. Although I think he gets away with it.

Still a knock on the door makes me nervous
I think I'll see you standing there - but no
It's only room service - ya room service