Make Me Fly.

first things first (before I forget), what a mindblowing bash that was on thurs. houuu exciting ah. c3 will be how well known already.

my parents just struck a bit with the lottery and they went overboard with the huge ass HD flat screens. every TV you can remember in my house, imagine it twice as long now. I reaally have no idea why TVs get longer but not much taller. As much as I don't mind seeing Nadal's ass get bigger anyday, everyone on my screen now look like big fat hobbits. even the female gymnasts. I think my ideal body image is about to get more warped than ever before. and not even in the normal direction.

after seeing how tingyi and michelle take care of their little sisters in hall, all I can say is, my brother sucks lah. sucks big time. bully me like shit. actually gave me the finger today when he realised he has to drive me back to hall. But how come I still ended up like a spoilt bratty little sister I have no idea. So i think these things must really be inherent in every younger sibling. You just HAVE to annoy your older brother/sister and piss them off, natural one leh.

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when I said falling in love with the wind I meant falling in love with someone who's so transient. who comes and goes as he pleases. who you can never have control over. who makes you fly when he's around and you fall hard without him.
and then becks comes along happily and showed me this poem.

Wind and Window Flower - Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

All I can say is, I have found my calling. I can totally be a poet. or a rapper. yo yo suup. and I wanna give a shout out to ma new homie Sarrah y'all! erm, yes I will shut up nows.

if anyone needs to know, ellen degeneres and portia de rossi has gotten married! which reminds me that Lindsay Lohan is with a girl how come I didn't know. I always thought that samantha person was a dude. somehow the name samantha doesn't give me a clue that its a girl. somehow.