my stomach is hungry. if my stomach had a mouth i'm sure this is what it would say "need MACDONALDS NOW". and if my stomach had hands, i'm sure it would *reach out hands and grab helplessly in thin air* and then it would say again very slowly *mmmmaaaaacccccdonaldssss*. if my stomach had legs it would walk to macdonalds by itself. and if my stomach had eyes, it would look into macdonalds from outside and secrete more gastric juices coz it would only get more and more hungry while looking at the Mc Spicy burger that it wants to put inside itself. and, using its newfound mouth, my stomach would roar out "ROARRRR". by that time my stomach would have secreted enough gastric juices due to its insatiable hunger for macdonalds Mc Spicy burger that it would engulf itself in its own juices *yikes*. then it would roll on the floor going "AHHHHH" and every1 would wish it didnt have a mouth. after a while, the juices would turn my stomach into a pile of puddy.
hmmm. i'm glad my stomach stays in my tummy where it belongs.
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
(chorus)
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
(Chorus)
Had a bad day (x5)
absolutely completely entirely 100% (plus chop, stamp, guarentee, and warentee card) shacked-tired now! jus got home, and i feel like a train ran into me, with the exception that i'm not dead yet. today was quite a fulfilling day, played badminton after school in the hall, a mix doubles match, and my partner was kim (: super! even though she hasn't had any experience in badminton and i'm rrly rustry (the grip of my racket was peeling off and sticking to my hand. ya. that bad.) but we had fun hitting tat feathering thing that people call a shuttlecock which has no relation to john hitchcock. or any other rooster for that matter. although i conclude that i still much prefer kicking a ball around a small court with 9 other people (more commonly known as street soccer, not to be confused with streetfighter). oh ya and on a totally irrelevant issue altogether, zang and company have influenced me to watch this series called "Hard Gay" on youtube.com. at first i thought it was quite a boring show, but the more i watched, the more i liked it.. HOOO! haha HG is really very cool, and i wouldn't mind being in his shoes for a day, coz its something like what i do in school but mdm seet is my target, unlike the innocent bystanders that HG clowns around with. but its quite the same coz we end up laughing our heads off and being nonsensical. i think thats wht rrly makes school interesting, the hardgayness of it all (: (disclaimer: no sexual connotations whatsoever involved in the above extract)
my right arm muscle is rather sore from swinging the badminton racket around wildly for the better part of the afternoon. i think badminton was designed by civilised humans who had the innate urge to swing a club at something. sort of a way to reenact the axe-wielding, mace-swinging, sword-flinging, and otherwise oscillating movement that had been so closely associated with their medieval forefathers. KACHAA HOoO! *Swings the badminton racket*. and the only way that they could indulge in their unexplainable urges was by creating a game that best encompassed the ethos of historic man-to-man combat - modified in such a way that the combat would not be, in any way, potentially life threatening. a short while after badminton was invented, WWF (now known as WWE) came along and that signified a watershed in the history of badminton, as people became disillusioned with the game (mainly due to the lack of bloodshed, death, mutilation, or any form of human torture that would more accurately bring reference to the armed combat of the past). OK! enough craptalking, lest i become any more closely related to a lump of cow secretion - more commonly known as bullshit. oh yea, and i rrly should say a big THANKYOU to those people that came down to support kim and myself today, some even at the expense of a really thrilling and exhilarating extra literature makeup lecture which would probably have been the most exciting literature lecture that i would have ever attended had i been present in the lecture theatre with all the other budding literates. ahhh lit, the joys of english, the joys of reading... WHAT JOYS?! I WANNA DROP LIT! HOOOOOOOoO!!!
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what is after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what is after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what is after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
[Fading]
Beautiful
(Beautiful disaster)
Beautiful disaster
i'm not very clever, i still believe two comes before one.
i'm not very good looking, ah meng is more handsome than me.
i'm not very atheletic, i recently got outran by my 3 year old cousin.
i'm not very outgoing, when the going gets out, i go into hiding.
i'm not very humourous, i wouldn't be able to make you laugh even if u let me tickle you.
i'm not very interesting, you'd fall asleep listening to me talk.
i'm not very quick-witted, i won't know if you're laughing at me or laughing with me.
i'm not very humble, i like to boast about not being humble.
i'm not very kind, i don't buy tissue paper from the old ladies selling tissue paper.
i'm not very talented, when i sing in the toilet, people call the police.
i'm not very hardworking, my textbooks are newer than the bookshop's.
i'm not very lovable, my dog scratches my face.
i'm not very popular, the popular people run away when they smell me coming.
but i like to think that my friends like me for who i am, and thats the most important thing coz it's all that matters (:
i wonder if there are living dead out there, and if they were living dead, would they feel alive? would they have 'alive feelings' like what we people go through? would they have stomach aches and toothaches and headaches? or would they be alive people that feel dead. in that respect, what does feeling dead feel like? we watch all those zombies in movies, they look like they have horrible muscle cramps coz they're walking around all stiff and stuff. is that the real reason why the living dead walk like they've got a stick stuffed up their arse? (is arse really spelt arse? or is it ass, or is 'arse' a classier way of spelling ass?) mind boggling questions race through my active mind at the start of this dreary saturday afternoon. i shall text zang to ask him if he wants to play pool later. *texting* ok done. i wonder if the living dead text people. *a reply comes into my zombie phone* zang is not free this afternoon, i shall have to spend the afternoon as a lonely zombie. i wonder if zombies are lonely creatures, lets call them creatures for now coz i dunno if they're the living dead or the dead living people. do they go to zombie clubs like ministry of zomb, or zOmb! or zombie black? if they do, imagine what music they'd be dancing too, probably instrumental pieces from the twilight zone, or the hit instrumental theme to 'jaws'. i wonder what clothes zombies wear, coz their skin is all peeling off and that makes it difficult to wash their clothes. why don't they just save money by NOT wearing clothes? oh then zombie shows will all be R21 and they younger majority of paying customers would not get the opportunity to watch them. ok that was a rethorical question. *deep breath* -a footnote: i'mjustzombifiedfromwatchingworldcupmatcheslastnightcozmyblocktestsjustendedandiknowi'mgoingtodiewhentheycomeoutsoiwon'tgetthechancetowatchworldcupmatchesaftermyresultsarereleased- *exhale* so, zombies. yep. i wonder if zombies watch the world cup. maybe they have their own world cup. with star players like Zombadona and Zombadine Zomdane. all playing at the pace of greatgrandfathers. wow. that'll won't be any fun to watch. hardly worth staying up late at night to catch it on cable.. and turn into a zombie the next day.