tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60782112011-04-22T06:34:10.467+08:00Son of a Preachermankyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comBlogger1571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1149437299970559202006-06-05T00:06:00.000+08:002006-06-05T00:08:19.983+08:00For a long time, my life has been incredibly satisfying.Hope this doesn't jinx it.kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1134310128816398532005-12-11T22:08:00.000+08:002005-12-29T14:58:03.136+08:00You represent... hope.You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopelessromantic. You enjoy being creative and don'tmind being alone at times. You have goals, andknow what you want in life... even if they area little far fetched. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizillakyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1131956014089338012005-11-14T16:11:00.000+08:002005-12-11T22:08:25.303+08:00Heaven, I'm in heaven,And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak,And I seem to find the happiness I seek,When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1119402958246356932005-06-22T09:14:00.000+08:002005-06-22T17:13:14.410+08:00People like us, Know how to survive,There's no point in livingIf you can't feel the life.We know when to kiss,And we know when to kill.If we can't have it all,Then nobody will.The world is not enough,But it is such a perfect place to start, my love.And if you're strong enough,Together we can take the world apart, my love.The world is not enough.The world is not enough."The World Is Not Enough" bykyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1117932876045240132005-06-05T08:47:00.000+08:002005-06-05T08:54:36.050+08:00CARRIE: [voiceover]I went to bed at one. I was still wide awake at two-thirty... There were no words left. We'd said them all. After we made love, I knew it was over. Did I really love Big? Or was I addicted to the pain? The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable? I wanted to go to him, but I felt like I was tied to the chair. Some part of me was holding me back, knowing I had gone tookyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1112275019597737552005-03-31T21:04:00.000+08:002005-03-31T21:16:59.596+08:00For a long time now, I haven't been recording. This is not because nothing has happened to me. Rather, it's because I don't want what has happened to be recorded. And it's shameful, dishonest, and I feel a sense of bile developing in me, a poison that won't go away no matter how many people I am nice to. And I have been setting ridiculous standards for myself, punishing myself, but mainly becausekyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1110636967396769292005-03-12T22:14:00.000+08:002005-03-12T22:16:07.400+08:00You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1109429331395580812005-02-26T22:35:00.000+08:002005-02-26T22:48:51.396+08:00When I showed up at a club to meet friends I have not seen in three weeks, I was glad that four others showed up - two girls and two gay men. We were all friends.But after dancing for about an hour, I was shocked to see things getting dirty even amongst friends. Surprised to see that the two gay men briefly kissing at the edge of the dance floor, amid the trashy commercial pop booming from the kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1109082746166731462005-02-22T22:06:00.000+08:002005-02-23T07:38:55.356+08:00Perhaps I should write blogs in a state of drunkenness, as I am now. It is Orientation Week. (O-Week)I recall a guy who lives on my floor, whom I sat next to during Commencement Dinner, who was dressed in a suit, white shirt and white tie. I honestly thought he was a clean-cut guy. He said he was from Camberra. With his carrot-top combed back, he was going to study Engineering and Law, and which kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1107448096008035752005-02-04T01:09:00.000+08:002005-02-04T03:32:23.276+08:00SUSAN ORLEAN: I wanted to want something as much as people wanted these plants. But, that isn't part of my constitution. I suppose I do have one unembarrassed passion: I want to know how it feels to care about something passionately.
There are too many ideas, and things, and people. Too many directions to go. I was starting to believe that the reason it matters to care passionately about kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1107269917842577752005-02-01T22:54:00.000+08:002005-02-01T23:03:30.906+08:00 You're the United Nations!
Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head an torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn'tkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1106676056876107292005-01-26T01:35:00.000+08:002005-01-26T02:00:56.876+08:00Why should I write?
When I think about this ridiculously low-paying, labour-intensive, creatively-frustrating job that I'll be doing for the rest of my life, I cannot help but think:
Why am I torturing myself?
Why write plays and screenplays, when my audience just wants to watch TV?
Why write short stories, which hardly sell in Singapore?
Why convince myself that I'm not good enough to write kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1106352788628210242005-01-22T07:57:00.000+08:002005-01-26T01:32:57.506+08:00RICKY FITTS: You wanna see the most beautiful thing I've ever filmed?
American Beauty (1999)
It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing...
And there was this electricity in the air...
You can almost hear it.
And this bag was, just, dancing with me.
Like a little kid begging me to play with it.
For fifteen minutes.
That's the day I knew there was this... entire life kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1105375301028829582005-01-11T01:40:00.000+08:002005-01-11T00:42:54.920+08:00kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1104945121771428372005-01-06T01:09:00.000+08:002005-01-09T11:35:28.660+08:00FINNEGAN BELL:
I did it!
I did it!
I... AM A WILD... SUCCESS!
I sold 'em all, all my paintings!
You don't have to be embarrassed by me anymore,
I'M RICH!
Isn't that what you wanted?
Huh?
Isn't it great?
Aren't we happy now?
Don't you understand, that EVERYTHING I do... I do it... for you!
ANYTHING... that might be SPECIAL... in me... is you.
Great Expectations (1998)kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1104939489986409762005-01-05T23:25:00.000+08:002005-01-05T23:43:22.116+08:00Kenneth, I am not shocked to hear you say:
1. Every person is selfish.
2. People donate because they fear the feeling of guilt if they don't.
3. People love because they fear the feeling of loneliness if they don't.
4. People follow the crowd because they fear the feeling of isolation if they don't.
5. People do good things because they want to feel good.
6. There is no such thing as a selfless kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1104292233277202432004-12-29T11:18:00.000+08:002004-12-29T11:50:33.276+08:00VIRGINIA WOOLF: This is my right; it is the right of every human being.
I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice.
The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription.
Thereby she defines her humanity.
I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness.
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1103642675832695942004-12-21T23:22:00.000+08:002004-12-21T23:50:30.260+08:00Which Member of the Endless Are You?kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1103301184966351362004-12-17T23:46:00.000+08:002004-12-18T00:33:04.966+08:00
Dead Poet's Society (1989)
NEIL PERRY: So, I'm gonna act. Yes, yes! I'm gonna be an actor! Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to try this. I even tried to go to summer stock auditions last year, but, of course, my father wouldn't let me. For the first time in my whole life I know what I wanna do.
(Neil grabs a handful of papers off Todd's bed and tosses them into
the air.)
NEIL: and for kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1102780577845978272004-12-11T23:35:00.000+08:002004-12-12T00:03:10.820+08:00CHEN YUAN YUAN:
This is your excuse.
In fact, you are jealous of Lyre and her husband.
What they can do, you and Cho Yi-hang could never make it.
So you want to seperate them.
You are still thinking of him.
You are long waiting for him.
Don't forget,
It's him that made you suffer like this.
Why can't you forget that heartless guy?
He's made you suffer too much!
The Bride with White Hair 2 (kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1102607750595592212004-12-09T23:07:00.000+08:002004-12-10T00:02:59.013+08:00BILLY: Dunno.
It sort of feels good.
I sortta stiffen up.
But once I get going, then I forget everything...
And... I sortta disappear.
I sortta disappear...
Billy Elliot (2000)
I can feel a change in me whole body...
I got this fire in me body...
It's just there... flying...
Like a bird...
Like electricity...
Yea... like electricity...kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1101397868028885912004-11-25T23:34:00.000+08:002004-11-25T23:51:08.026+08:00For the next play I'm trying to write, I will be focusing on paintings like this:
"Hylas and the Nymphs" by John William Waterhouse
Hylas was Hercules' attendant (note: homosexual partner) and well loved by him. As he went to draw fresh water for their meal one day, the nymphs spotted him and immediately fell enchanted. As Hylas outstretched his hand to fill his pitcher, the nymphs seized him kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1097910855707209902004-10-16T15:06:00.000+08:002004-10-18T08:34:58.223+08:00Don't think I can't feel there's something wrong.
You've been the sweetest part of my life so long.
I look in your eyes, there's a distant light.
And you and I know: there'll be a storm tonight.
But Baby, this is serious...
Are you thinking 'bout you or us?
"Think Twice" performed by Kelly Clarkson
Don't say whattca 'bout to say.
Look back before you leave my life.
Be sure before you close thatkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1096197365923879092004-09-26T18:42:00.000+08:002004-09-26T19:20:20.156+08:00kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1090109601548542632004-07-18T07:48:00.000+08:002004-07-18T08:15:52.303+08:00Back in Singapore, I purchased an IBM laptop, but never dared to remove the plastic covering protecting the "Power-On" keys. They'll get scratched, and it'll be permanent damage, I reasoned.
Now, a week in Australia, I've met people who were scratched, torn, screwed; or appear (read: appear) destined to be. An aspiring stage actress who studies Russian linguistics. A 21-year-old joker who kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1089448257734237452004-07-10T16:08:00.000+08:002004-07-10T16:53:38.343+08:00ALDON: The fiend Dreygar STOLE my castle and my fortune! I have the right to reclaim what is mine!
SERRA: Build another castle...
ALDON: Ha! With what? Swamp mud?
SERRA: Yes, if that is all you have! Let dreams be the mortar that binds it together.
ALDON: I've forgotten how to dream.
SERRA: I am a warrior spirit. I will fight for you if it is your command. But let me fight other, more kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1086323937962100702004-06-04T12:10:00.000+08:002004-06-04T12:38:57.963+08:00Though you don't call anymore, I sit and wait, in vain.
I guess I'll rap on your door, tap on your window pane.
Wanna tell you, baby, 'bout the changes I've been going through,
Missing you... Listen, you!
'Til you come back to me, that's what I'm gonna do...
Why did you have to decide you had to set me free?
I'm gonna swallow my pride, I'm gonna beg you to please, baby please, see me.
Gonna kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1085958774745261782004-05-31T07:07:00.000+08:002004-05-31T09:40:40.446+08:00What's the matter Mary Jane? You had a hard day?
As you place the 'Don't Disturb' sign on the door.
You lost your place in line again, what a pity.
You never seem to want to dance anymore.
It's a long way down, on this roller coaster.
The last chance streetcar went off the track,
And you're on it.
I hear you're counting sheep again, Mary Jane.
What's the point of trying to dream anymore?
I hearkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1085765599658968702004-05-29T01:22:00.000+08:002004-05-29T01:33:19.656+08:00Batman pulled back his cowl, revealing the haunted eyes of Bruce Wayne. Alfred could see it once more: that terrible weight pressing on Bruce's shoulders, so heavy it seemed it could push the man through the very earth and down to hell.
To the world, to those who knew, the Batman was a force, potent and mythic, and duly terrifying. To Alfred, though, there were times when he was still an kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1085326497725813432004-05-23T23:17:00.000+08:002004-05-24T07:13:37.783+08:00REBA: I've known about you for a while now.
When he leaves me, he wears a smile now.
As soon as he's away from me,
In your arms is where he wants to be.
KELLY: But you're the one he rushes home to.
You're the one he gave his name to.
I'll never see his face in the early morning light.
You have his mornings, his daytimes,
And sometimes, I have his nights.
But when he's with me, he says he needs kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1085190615318665702004-05-22T08:47:00.000+08:002004-05-25T07:38:36.876+08:00Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash. Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away. Everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we need to break kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1084843219082086412004-05-18T09:08:00.001+08:002004-05-18T10:02:28.433+08:00YOU are bloody selfish.
YOU don't care about others, unless they directly affect YOU.
I understand the 'logic'.
If killing everyone else means YOU survive, what's wrong?
Why do YOU need to be considerate and kind, if YOU can afford not to be?
When have YOU ever posted, talked, or thought about something that was not about YOU?
YOU want honesty? Let's talk honesty.
YOU are a selfish bastard.
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1084413860662198042004-05-13T09:07:00.000+08:002004-05-13T16:01:12.050+08:00
"The Talented Mr. Ripley" (1999)
MARGE: The thing with Dickie - it's like... the sun shines on you,
And it's glorious.
Then he forgets you, and it's very very cold.
He's not even aware of it. When you've got his attention, you feel like you're the only person in the world. That's why everybody loves him. It's always the same whenever someone new comes into his life - Freddie, Fausto, Peter kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1084376693369069082004-05-12T23:44:00.000+08:002004-05-12T23:44:53.370+08:00WILLOW: You're such a hypocrite!
Waltzing in here with your borrowed magicks, so you can tell me, what...
'Magic's bad?'
'Behave?'
'Be a good girl?'
Well, I don't think you're in any position to be telling me what to do.
Do you?
"Grave"
I used to think you had all the answers, that I had so much to learn from you.
You were jealous. Still are - just couldn't bear that I was the one with kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1084239666819468112004-05-11T09:34:00.000+08:002004-05-11T22:19:39.443+08:00Why Amber Won The Million
1. She came into the game with relatively few pieces of baggage.
Before the game began, she was simply known as Jerri's lackey from the Outback. That's a relatively benign persona, compared with what other players had to deal with. From the beginning, it was clear that Tina, Jenna, Richard and Ethan had no chance. Others, like Colby, simply sensed that they didn't kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1084123685128346072004-05-10T01:28:00.000+08:002004-05-11T09:05:57.796+08:00She packed my bag last night, pre-flight.
Zero Hour, nine A.M.
And I'm gonna be high... as a kite by then.
I miss the earth so much,
I miss my wife.
It's lonely out in space on such a timeless flight.
"Rocket Man" by Elton John, performed by Jon Peter Lewis
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time,
Till 'touch down' brings me round again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh,kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1083941987697689312004-05-07T22:59:00.000+08:002004-05-08T09:10:06.403+08:00Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane.
I can see the red tail-lights heading for Spain... oh and,
I can see Daniel waving goodbye.
Oh God - it looks like Daniel,
Must be the clouds in my eyes.
"Daniel" by Elton John, performed by John Stevens
They say Spain is pretty, though I've never been.
Well, Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen... oh and,
He should know, he's been therekyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1083815162723974812004-05-06T11:46:00.000+08:002004-05-06T11:51:22.793+08:00HALFREK: Yes, I'm sure this is what she had in mind.
"Selfless"
ANYA: Well, I don't know about her mind, but it was in her heart. Besides, Russia was ready to explode. All we did is just give it a little push.
HALFREK: Oh, it's always work, work, work with you.
ANYA: Well, of course. What else is there?
HALFREK: Why, the whole world, for one.
Darling, take a look around. There's a lot kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1083690527905293322004-05-05T01:08:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:14:39.996+08:00Cults, whether they help or harm their members, possess three distinct characteristics:
1. A living, charismatic leader who claims to have ultimate wisdom.
2. An authoritarian power structure.
3. Rigid boundaries.
- Kay Marie Porterfield, "Straight Talk About Cults" (1995)
It seems to me that all political, religious, and uniformed bodies are using cultist methods to influence and gain support kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1083687068928948692004-05-05T00:11:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:15:40.513+08:00But Shania repeatedly emphasised that, no matter how important her image and her look on her videos may be, people don't buy CDs because of a picture. "People are buying my record because of the music," she said firmly. "I haven't had a show, haven't had a tour. That was deliberate. You get an idea from the videos that I'm a very active performer. I didn't want people to think that I'm kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1083164959122729432004-04-28T23:09:00.000+08:002004-05-05T02:15:08.716+08:00You'll never know what you've done for me.
What your faith in me has done for my soul.
You'll never know the gift you've given me.
I'll carry it with me.
Through the days ahead I think of days before,
And of the one who knew me better than anyone ever will again.
"Music Of My Heart" by Gloria Estefan, performed by John Stevens
You taught me to run, you taught me to fly,
Helped me to free the kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-108290518296005932004-04-25T22:59:00.000+08:002004-04-26T12:18:46.610+08:00A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your pussy cat.
Men grow cold as girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
"Diamonds Are A Girl's Best kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082612492948791452004-04-22T13:41:00.000+08:002004-04-22T13:49:57.280+08:00In a little while from now, if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself, to treat myself, and visit a nearby tower.
And climbing to the top, will throw myself off,
In an effort to, make it clear to who-
Ever, what it's like when you're shattered.
Left standing in the lurch, at a church, where people saying:
"My God - that's tough - she stood him up -
No point in us remaining -
May as kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082601091017197522004-04-22T10:31:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:16:38.903+08:00My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf.
I saw you holding hands,
Standing close to someone else.
Now I sit,
All alone,
Wishing all my feeling was gone.
I gave my best to you...
Nothing for me to do...
But have one last cry,
One last cry,
Before I leave it all behind.
I gotta put you out of my mind
The very last time.
Been living a lie.
"One Last Cry, by Briankyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082599332108739092004-04-22T10:02:00.000+08:002004-04-22T12:11:08.420+08:00I remember all my life
Rainin' down as cold as ice.
Shadows of a man,
A face through a window,
Cryin' in the night,
The night goes into morning.
Just another day,
Happy people pass my way,
Looking in their eyes,
I see a mem'ry,
I never realized how happy you made me.
I'm standin' on the edge of time.
I walked away when love was mine.
Caught up this world,
Of uphill climbing.
The tears are inkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082433441913330282004-04-20T11:57:00.000+08:002004-04-20T20:16:55.653+08:00Hey, what's happening, dude?
I'm the guy with the rep for being rude!
Terrorizing people wherever I go,
It's not intentional, just keepin' the flow.
Fixin' test scores to get the best scores.
Droppin' banana peels all over the floor.
I'm the kid that made delinquency an art,
Last name Simpson, first name Bart.
"Do The Bartman" (7F75), The Simpsons
I'm here today to introduce the next phase,
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082372313280970042004-04-19T18:58:00.000+08:002004-04-19T19:10:23.246+08:00And the Lisbon girls were always there before them. They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surface to drink from gardens hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids: they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082299639182014622004-04-18T22:47:00.000+08:002004-04-18T23:00:05.186+08:00WILLOW: I can fix it. I know a spell.
TARA: No! No more spells.
I can't believe that we are talking about this again. You know how powerful magic is.
How dangerous. You could hurt someone, you... you could hurt yourself.
WILLOW: I know a spell...
TARA: (angrily) God, what is wrong with you?!
"Tabula Rasa"
Do you think I'm stupid? I know you used that spell on me.
WILLOW: Tara, I'm sorrykyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082297580786267522004-04-18T22:13:00.000+08:002004-04-18T22:19:27.450+08:00We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files;
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know...
Wo wo wo...
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray...
Hey hey hey... hey hey kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082201041664425302004-04-17T19:24:00.000+08:002004-05-04T09:59:25.216+08:00How did I end up here?
Reading a book at the spectator seats, crossing my ankles, watching as youngsters whiz past on their hockey skates. I'm at the skating rink alone, passing by. Passing my life by.
Oh, why aren't I on the ice with them? When did I stop skating? Flying? Chasing my dreams? When did I give them up? Watching Disney's World on Ice as a child, I felt that was my true kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082135538328690932004-04-17T01:12:00.000+08:002004-04-17T14:39:57.360+08:00Mmm... Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy came to visit he'd come along.
When they gathered round and started talkin',
That's when Billy would take me walkin',
Through the backyard we'd go walkin',
Then he'd look into my eyes,
And - lord knows! - to my surprise:
"Son of a Preacherman" by Dusty Springfield, performed by Camile Velasco
The only one who could ever reach me - kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1082134333250929842004-04-17T00:52:00.000+08:002004-04-17T01:23:47.170+08:00This day and age we're living in, gives cause to aggravation.
So we must get down to earth at times; relax, relieve the tension.
No matter what the problem, or what may yet be proved,
The simple facts of life are such: they cannot be removed.
You must remember this:
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply,
As time goes by.
"As Time Goes By" by kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081865823062373202004-04-13T22:17:00.000+08:002004-04-13T22:35:20.140+08:00LELAINA PIERCE: Money? Oh, but what's money to an artist?
To a philosopher?
It's just - er - green coloured paper that floats in and out of his life like snow. It's not anything you actually have to - I don't know - work for, is it, Troy?
TROY DYER: No; not if you have daddy's little gas card...
LELAINA: You shut up, you shut up! I busted my ass to find a job.
Any job!
You won't even bother kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081774256137940232004-04-12T20:50:00.000+08:002004-05-04T10:03:27.246+08:00BUFFY: Will, you just have to rest, okay?
Right now, there's nothing you can do.
WILLOW: Yes there is.
BUFFY: No.
No way.
You cannot even think about taking on Glory!
"Tough Love"
WILLOW: You saw what she did to Tara!
I can't let her get away with it!
BUFFY: No, you have to let her get away with it. Even I'm no match for her, you know that!
WILLOW: But maybe I am.
BUFFY: You're not! kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081353969465195412004-04-08T00:06:00.000+08:002004-04-15T13:11:07.950+08:00Don't post anything, don't say anything.
I never thought I'd get so upset over a TV show, but this is the most disillusioned I've been in months.
Now, it seems so clear.
All my life, I've been looking for the wrong things.
I should have sought companions, not friends.
Opportunities, not beliefs.
Pragmatism, not hope.
Money, not trust.
Mass production, not niches.
Profitability, not artistic kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081353665066112072004-04-08T00:01:00.000+08:002004-04-14T18:21:52.153+08:00I remember when rock was young,
Me and Susie had so much fun.
Holding hands and skimmin' stones,
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own.
But the biggest kick I ever got,
Was doin' a thing called the Crocodile Rock.
While the other kids were rockin' round the clock,
We were hoppin' and boppin' to the Crocodile Rock.
"Crocodile Rock" by Elton John, performed by John Stevens
Well, Crocodilekyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081302974418246042004-04-07T09:56:00.000+08:002004-05-04T10:04:32.920+08:00KATHERINE STRATFORD: I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
"10 Things I Hate About You" (1999)
I hate - I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081061328600512342004-04-04T14:48:00.000+08:002004-04-04T14:52:30.420+08:00"Beijing's cold heart" (The Sunday Times) by Goh Sui Noi
Whenever someone asks whether I like Beijing, I usually pause a long time before answering. There is a simple - or perhaps not so simple - reason why I can't make up my mind about this place. I have been here for more than a year now, and I still can't feel its core, its soul.
I can't feel a centre that pulls it all together, that makes kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1081003015118272332004-04-03T22:36:00.000+08:002004-05-04T10:11:41.280+08:00"The only way to watch this video (Rated R for language, violence, gore, Satanism and homosexual content) is to:
1. right-click,
2. 'save target as',
3. download (10MB, sorry!),
4. make sure you have media player"
("Down With The Sickness", by Disturbed)
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing,
Broken your servant I kneel.
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing... in me.
"Wreckedkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080831343289224822004-04-01T22:55:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:20:33.466+08:00I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.
I've got so much honey - the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.
"My Girl" by The Temptations, performed by John Stevens
Well, I... guess... you'd... say...
What can make me feel this way?
My girl...
Talkin' 'bout my girl...
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080821233184327552004-04-01T20:07:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:21:27.373+08:00For once in my life, I got someone who needs me.
Someone I needed for so long.
For once unafraid, I can go where life leads me.
Somehow I know I'll be strong.
"For Once In My Life", by Stevie Wonder, performed by Camile Velasco
For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of,
Long before I knew,
Someone warm like you,
To make my dreams come true!
For once in my life, I won't let kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080739847947273702004-03-31T21:30:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:22:44.716+08:00
You are Gambit, a fierce fighter and a good friend to have. Your preference for solitude and your attractiveness make you very intriguing to those you meet. Unfortunately, close relationships are few and far between for you because you often have trouble opening up to others.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080730372135302172004-03-31T18:52:00.000+08:002004-03-31T18:56:29.373+08:00What kind of lunatics am I surrounded by? I feel like a mute, helpless. Nobody hears me; nobody sees me; nobody's listening to me. They poke and call and ask me questions, but nobody can see or hear me; maybe I don't exist then. When I used to throw up, it made me feel free, at least for a while - free of tension, and fear, and free of her. But maybe all I've done is make more room for her kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080625660226378122004-03-30T13:47:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:26:05.450+08:00ANYA: Warren shot Buffy.
Warren shot Tara.
Buffy's alive.
Tara's dead.
Willow found out, and - being the most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere - decided to get the payback.
With interest.
She killed him.
Ripped him apart, and bloodied up the forest doing it.
Now she's coming here, and the two of you are next.
You have to let these men out of here or - I guarantee you - there'll be kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080549869326937512004-03-29T16:44:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:26:45.013+08:00You're a poser.
What Creepy Teenager Are You?
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080496210131519042004-03-29T01:50:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:27:41.280+08:00BART SIMPSON: Well, Jessica... I don't think we should hang out together any more.
You're turning me into a criminal, when all I want to be is a petty thug.
"Bart's Girlfriend", The Simpsons
If you really care for me, you should come forward.
JESSICA LOVEJOY: Oh, don't you see? It's because I care for you that I can't come forward.
BART: That doesn't make any sense.
JESSICA: [petulant] All kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-108044479975908282004-03-28T11:33:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:28:29.860+08:00Desperado,
Why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now.
Oh, you're a hard one,
And I know you got your reasons,
These things that are pleasin' you, will hurt you somehow.
"Desperado", by the Eagles, performed by Camile Velasco
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy - she'll beat you if she's able.
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080147086863583102004-03-25T00:51:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:31:22.543+08:00WILLOW: Head rush...
Wow... Whoa.
This is -- it's incredible...
It's like...
No mortal person... has ever... had... this much power... ever...
"Grave"
It's like... I'm connected... to everything...
I can feel... everyone.
Oh...
Oh my God...
All the emotion...
The pain...
No - it's too much!
Oh... it's just too much...
I have to stop this...
I'll make it go away...
Oh, you poor kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1080146584745770522004-03-25T00:43:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:32:02.356+08:00Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes.
Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom buys a
Eight by twelve four-bed room.
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road.
"King of the Road" by Roger Miller, performed by John Stevens
Third boxcar midnight train, destination: Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079970256468166472004-03-23T00:01:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:34:45.873+08:00FAITH: Before we get started, I just want you to know, if you're a screamer, feel free.
"Enemies"
You know, I come to Sunnydale. I'm the Slayer. I do my job kicking ass better than anyone.
What do I hear about everywhere I go? Buffy.
So I slay, I behave, I do the good-little-girl routine.
And who's everybody thank? Buffy.
Everybody always asks, "Why can't you be more like Buffy?"
But didkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079969147897329072004-03-22T23:25:00.000+08:002004-03-22T23:29:12.623+08:00Dill exhaled patiently. 'I know all that, Scout. It was the way he said it made me sick, plain sick.'
'Well, Mr Finch didn't act that way to Mayella and old man Ewell when he cross-examined them. The way that man called him "boy" all the time and sneered at him, an' looked around at the jury everytime he answered - I don't care one speck. It ain't right, somehow it ain't right to do them that kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079946690529867222004-03-22T17:11:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:36:53.860+08:00London, 1860
DRUSILLA: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Oh, Father, I'm so afraid.
ANGELUS: The Lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins.
"Becoming Part 1"
DRUSILLA: I've... I've been seeing again, Father. Me mum says... I'm cursed. My seeing things is an affront to the Lord; only he's supposed to see anything before it happens.
But I don't mean to, Father, I swear!
I don't want kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079883775710656472004-03-21T23:42:00.000+08:002004-03-21T23:46:18.860+08:00Jem kicked off his shoes and swung his feet to the bed. He propped himself against the window and switched on the reading-light. 'You know something, Scout? I've got it all figured out now. I've thought about it a lot lately and I've got it figured out. There's four kinds of folks in the world. There's the ordinary kind like us and the neighbours, there's the kind like the Cunninghams out kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079783421943091612004-03-20T19:50:00.000+08:002004-03-20T21:07:48.983+08:00Just in case I get posted to Melbourne, I went alone to the "Study in Australia" exhibition.
"Good afternoon mdm, can I ask what's the difference between sociology and anthropology?"
My, you really want to do those majors? No Singaporean has ever asked me about them. They all come for engineering, IT, science and political science.
"Oh I'm going to be a journalist, so they'll be of help. kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079749999423590372004-03-20T10:33:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:37:55.186+08:00BELLE: Little town, it's a quiet village.
Ev'ry day, like the one before.
Little town, full of little people.
Waking up to say...
"Beauty and the Beast" (1991)
There goes the baker with his tray, like always.
The same old bread and rolls to sell.
Ev'ry morning just the same,
Since the morning that we came,
To this poor provincial town.
BAKER: Good Morning, Belle!
BELLE: Good morning,kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079609935277176262004-03-19T07:38:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:41:06.483+08:00"My love must be a kind of blind love,
I can't see anyone but you." (I Only Have Eyes For You)
You're the only one; the only person I can talk to.
I think about you every minute...
I'm going crazy not seeing you...
I don't give a damn about a normal life!
Is that what this is about?
What other people think?
You don't care anymore, is that it?
Then tell me you don't love me!
Say it!
kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079590607715585802004-03-18T14:16:00.000+08:002004-05-05T02:02:41.060+08:00
"Wild at Heart"
Oh, my god...
Well, I knew you two had a lot in common, but... Don't touch me!
I knew, you jerk.
And you sat there, and you told me everything was fine?
So what, this is payback?
I - I had this coming?
Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare.
Not with what you and I had...
Not with whatever you've been doing with kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079540219917922922004-03-18T00:16:00.000+08:002004-05-05T02:03:49.810+08:00Lately, I've had the strangest feeling,
With no vivid reason here to find.
But yet the thought of losing you's been hangin'
Around my mind.
- "Lately", by Jodeci
Far more frequently you're wearing perfume
With, you say, no special place to go.
But when I ask, "will you be coming back soon?"
You say you don't know, never know.
Girl, just the other night while you were sleeping,
I vaguely heard kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079505474501476962004-03-17T14:37:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:45:36.123+08:00
Have you eva been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times.
Sick as the mind, of the mother fuckin' kid that's behind.
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin',
Tempers flarin' from parents; just blow 'em off and keep goin'.
Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long askyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079435170406688332004-03-16T19:06:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:46:22.936+08:00
"Once upon a time", Charmed
PIPER: (Stands up and looks at the sky)
I bet you guys think this is real funny, don't ya?
Haven't you taken enough from me?
You have to kick me while I'm down.
I had a nice, normal life once and you took that from me.
You took my boyfriend;
you took my life;
the least you could do is leave me... my freakin' car keys!
I am a good person;
I am a good witch andkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079203365369713652004-03-14T02:42:00.000+08:002004-03-14T11:14:25.936+08:00Behind all this darkness is just a boy who had a tough life. For once, I'm going to say this in one voice.
No, I'm not morbid.
I don't express great interest in unpleasant things or events, like death. It's just that good people get framed, blackmailed, mugged, tortured, assassinated, and mutilated everyday, and they don't deserve it.
Sad? It's true.
And even with the veneer of capitalism kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1079023243843319212004-03-12T00:40:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:47:48.153+08:00DAWN: Nobody knows who I am.
Not the real me.
It's like, nobody cares enough to find out.
- "The Real Me"
I mean, does anyone ever ask me what I want to do with my life?
Or what my opinion is on stuff?
Or what restaurant to order in from?
No.
Underline.
Exclamation point.
Exclamation point, exclamation point.
No one understands.
People wouldn't be so crazy about her if they had to kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078944301139762082004-03-11T02:45:00.000+08:002004-03-11T02:54:47.340+08:00It's about time.
I spent my whole stupid life looking forward to something, and I'm finally getting what I asked for.
I am fucking dead.
You will all be here soon.
I spent my life waiting for the weekend, lunch break, getting laid, etc, never being really fully content about where I was here and now.
I wish I could have lived my life on my own terms and not on the terms of the all-mighty kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078845118000340842004-03-09T23:11:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:51:37.733+08:00
WILLOW: Oz... This is all so weird.
I-I-I feel like... this isn't really happening.
Like it's a dream or, or something. - "New Moon Rising"
When old friends re-enter my life, what's to do?
I see how much they've changed, and how much I haven't.
It's incredible.
You've been all around the world.
You've had this... complete mind/body transformation.
I've just been here. Same old Sunnydale.
OZ:kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078419478122881412004-03-05T07:57:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:59:01.810+08:00
She can kill with a smile.
She can wound with her eyes.
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see.
She hides like a child,
But she's always a woman to me.
Oh -
She takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants.
She's ahead of her time.
Oh -
And she never gives out.
And she never gives in.
She just changes her mind.
And she'll promise you kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078454715529518192004-03-05T06:45:00.000+08:002004-05-05T01:54:08.186+08:00"LOTR featured few real-life issues, and seems a little like shallow eye-candy...
It is an over-simplistic battle of Good versus Evil, with characters that were either too noble or too villainous to be believable."
- kyoichi kansaki, "LOTR is eye-candy", Straits Times Life!, Feb 27
"While (mr kansaki) is entitled to his opinion, I think it's unfair to brand LOTR 'eye candy'...
I am disturbed by kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078319601604545992004-03-03T21:13:00.000+08:002004-05-05T02:00:45.153+08:00THE MASTER: And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance.
- "Never Kill a Boy on the First Date", Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PM Goh said, "We have fallen into a valley of gloom. You live in fear of retrenchment or have lost your jobs. Our security is threatened by international terrorism. SARS weakened our already sluggish economy."
And in this time shall come the kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078281836953923632004-03-03T10:43:00.000+08:002004-03-03T10:46:54.686+08:00Due to increasing product liability litigation, it has been suggested that liquor manufaturers place these warning labels immediately on all varieties of alcohol:
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.
WARNING: The consumption of kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078205754924213112004-03-02T13:35:00.000+08:002004-03-03T10:39:07.373+08:00There were other ways of making people into ghosts.
- Harper Lee, "To kill a mockingbird" (1960)
"Don't ride a bicyce, wait you spoil the bike then how?"
"Don't roller-blade, your injuries will cost us a bomb."
"Don't ice-skate, you'll get your fingers sliced off."
"Don't join swimming, you'd drown."
"Don't join volleyball, you'd break your knees."
"Don't join badminton, you'd fall and never kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1078069476661223452004-02-29T23:44:00.000+08:002004-02-29T23:47:31.000+08:00Let me die on the battlefield, by a stray bullet meant for the soldiers. Let me fall into a trench, a natural grave, a pen falling from one hand, a notepad and microphone from another.
Let me die by the hands of a Republican assassin, by anthrax or some biological agent. Let me foam at the mouth, fall to my knees, collapse because of my leftist opinions. Let me die a slain Democrat.
Let me kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077965719607067032004-02-28T18:55:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:19:06.903+08:00
THE FIRST (WARREN): Of course she won't understand, Sparky....
I'm beyond her understanding.
She's a girl! Sugar and spice and everything ... useless unless you're baking.
I'm more than that.
More than flesh...
THE FIRST (GLORY): More than blood. I'm...
You know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me!
Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips, assuming their kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077898323904629382004-02-28T00:12:00.000+08:002004-02-28T07:12:04.153+08:00Sometimes I think I should be nicer to people, y'know: be polite, make conversation, smile broadly, say hi to everyone.
Then I realise that's so bloody insincere that I hate myself and anybody (e.g. the world) who does it.
So at last night's ORD function, I bid farewell to many people for the last time. Some I will miss, some I'm indifferent to, and some I may have actually bid "Good riddance!kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077897637960960102004-02-28T00:00:00.000+08:002004-02-28T00:03:42.966+08:00Lex, you're alliance is going to fall apart. Colby made a huge mistake taking out Richard before dealing with his arch-nemesis Jerri and the tight female alliance of Shii Ann and Kathy.
Do not trust Ethan. When both of you were in Africa, Boran tribe was ALWAYS in the majority. Ethan will betray you, just like he did Rudy this season, for a chance to win individual immunities.
Colby is kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077721315204466252004-02-25T23:01:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:21:27.810+08:00 What Moulin Rouge Character Are You? kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077681817902160352004-02-25T12:03:00.000+08:002004-02-25T12:08:50.733+08:00Gosh I wish I could write funny satire like this, all my humour's so dark that people tell me they want to commit suicide after reading it!
Time to fly the coop? Better not, outside not so safe
Today, Friday, February 20, 2004
WHEN you are old, and cannot produce anymore, it's time to take back all your benefits, put you in a plastic bag and gas you with carbon dioxide.
You have a choice, of kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077294613070649582004-02-21T00:30:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:30:06.890+08:00You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your astor wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith
That died before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
- Sarah Mclachlan, "Building a Mystery", Surfacing (1997)
Caitlin R. Kiernan: Goth, unlike punk, is not about anarchy and thumbing your nose at authority; it's about beingkyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077292563552630542004-02-20T23:56:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:44:21.263+08:00
Man, I told you so.
Wanna know why you were the fifth Survivor to be voted out unanimously, like Debb and Kel (Australia), Gabriel (Marquesas), and Nicole (Pearl Islands)?
1. A bad reputation as a weasel, mastermind, and an untrustworthy person.
2. Inability to bring benefits to this game (humour not withstanding)
3. Alpha-male rivalry with Boston Rob
4. Lack of an alliance: Amber+Boston Rob (kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077189292279240252004-02-19T19:14:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:53:35.653+08:00Since Moulin Rouge seems to appear on every bloody blog, it'll be a pity if it weren't featured on mine right?
What's so special about this postmodern romantic tragicomic musical is not chio Nicole Kidman or yandao Ewan McGregor . It's Baz Lurhmann's direction. He was the genius who brought us "Puccini: La Boheme" (1995), "Strictly Ballroom" (1992) and "Winter of Our Dreams" (1983).
Of kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1077121111438743222004-02-19T00:18:00.000+08:002004-02-19T19:45:45.280+08:00I love my unit.
I love my office, with the leather coaches that were originally meant for guests, but I used anyway; the Colours - the unit's pride and symbol - aglow in its casing, which I polish before every parade, and its final radiance; the glass tables and mahogany desks which I must have wiped five hundred times; my own cupboard, bookshelves, clothes-stand (yes, clothes-stand), and the kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078211.post-1076781788130712952004-02-15T02:03:00.000+08:002004-05-05T09:58:20.233+08:00Look out for another Survivor cast-away to quit! (Spoiler: haha you read it already!)
And if Saboga loses, watch Ethan do a major pissy diva temper tantrum! (You read this too!)
Anyway, Lex,
You seem to be in a good position now. You're not. Two weeks later and you may be gone.
Jenna's departure has weakened hope of a 'young people' alliance, so you have three choices:
1. Ally with Shii Ann kyoichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649510577916028609noreply@blogger.com