THE BOY stole from lunchboxes.
THE MOTHER treats her unfairly.
first of all,
THANK YOU SO MUCH JIAYI, FOR ALL THE RECORDINGS AND SOUND CHECKS!
we worked on green days's wmuwse again. better recording this time. much clearer, better timing, better sound and voice quality (cos i wasn't singing, and i can't sing) and better co-ordination.
and we should be working on another song soon. or perhaps originals. maybe we should, or should we expose ourselves to all other genres and styles?
how can this ever be true? im a girl who dresses very sloppily and guy-ishly. BUT STILL IM A GIRL WITH BOOBS, and not just a bare chest.
this small girl said in chinese, "mommy, na ge kor kor na de shi she me?" when we were in the lift. and there was no other guy in the lift other than her father. but im a girl. and i think its rather obvious that i have stuff hanging/popping out from my chest? is it an identity crisis im facing here. perhaps i was born a guy trapped in a female body. and i do menstruate too?
this is really amusing. when we were in the toilet in forum...
sihong: terkey, what are you doing? why aren't you going in?
terkey: no. its the hole in the ground.
and then we were all discussing about how we hate squat cubicles cos its so china.
sihong: i hate squats, cos i pee all over my legs.
everyone laughs madly.
terkey: and no way am i going to pee on this. (points to her dunks)
everyone laughs madly.
sihong: yah! and there was once when i did it, and i had to wash my leg cos i had pee on it.
me: its grosse to squat, cos you feel like you are smelling everything. and you watch everything go by.
amanda: yah, but shit's solid so it just falls.
why do girls hate squats?
1. they pee all over their legs?
2. they are lousy shooters?
3. you feel as if your pee is gonna splash on your face?
4. i feel like my legs will give way and i'll fall into the toilet bowl with a whole ass of shit and pee.
does this give you guys a good explanation? just make sure you don't fantasize about any of this. and don't entertain such thoughts too.
and then i read a book in mph j8 while waiting for what seemed an eternity for my parents. first i hunted for r.d but they're weren't on the shelves. and then i picked up this book about paris hilton. figured out that it was dumb and embarassing. went on to other books, until i found this really cool one. its called A Child Called It. if im not wrong. and its mainly about abuse and stuff like that. but the style was rather boring and lifeless. the book gave me a feeling the writer was lazy with the details and precision. but i read on still. the story's good.
perhaps i'd end up mental and psychotic, cos i love such books. and i love k.o.t.c but hardly anyone agrees to that. k.o.t.c is traumatic and vindictive. the book i read earlier on was much more of a physical thing, and k.o.t.c makes A Child Called It seem trivial. i wanna get those books. and i wanna write a song about it. anyone with the book to lend me? or should i borrow it from the school library? i'd rather own it.
he was made to become nothing
stole from lunchboxes
the hurts he withstood it all
still, he loved her
THE MOTHER treats her unfairly.
first of all,
THANK YOU SO MUCH JIAYI, FOR ALL THE RECORDINGS AND SOUND CHECKS!
we worked on green days's wmuwse again. better recording this time. much clearer, better timing, better sound and voice quality (cos i wasn't singing, and i can't sing) and better co-ordination.
and we should be working on another song soon. or perhaps originals. maybe we should, or should we expose ourselves to all other genres and styles?
how can this ever be true? im a girl who dresses very sloppily and guy-ishly. BUT STILL IM A GIRL WITH BOOBS, and not just a bare chest.
this small girl said in chinese, "mommy, na ge kor kor na de shi she me?" when we were in the lift. and there was no other guy in the lift other than her father. but im a girl. and i think its rather obvious that i have stuff hanging/popping out from my chest? is it an identity crisis im facing here. perhaps i was born a guy trapped in a female body. and i do menstruate too?
this is really amusing. when we were in the toilet in forum...
sihong: terkey, what are you doing? why aren't you going in?
terkey: no. its the hole in the ground.
and then we were all discussing about how we hate squat cubicles cos its so china.
sihong: i hate squats, cos i pee all over my legs.
everyone laughs madly.
terkey: and no way am i going to pee on this. (points to her dunks)
everyone laughs madly.
sihong: yah! and there was once when i did it, and i had to wash my leg cos i had pee on it.
me: its grosse to squat, cos you feel like you are smelling everything. and you watch everything go by.
amanda: yah, but shit's solid so it just falls.
why do girls hate squats?
1. they pee all over their legs?
2. they are lousy shooters?
3. you feel as if your pee is gonna splash on your face?
4. i feel like my legs will give way and i'll fall into the toilet bowl with a whole ass of shit and pee.
does this give you guys a good explanation? just make sure you don't fantasize about any of this. and don't entertain such thoughts too.
and then i read a book in mph j8 while waiting for what seemed an eternity for my parents. first i hunted for r.d but they're weren't on the shelves. and then i picked up this book about paris hilton. figured out that it was dumb and embarassing. went on to other books, until i found this really cool one. its called A Child Called It. if im not wrong. and its mainly about abuse and stuff like that. but the style was rather boring and lifeless. the book gave me a feeling the writer was lazy with the details and precision. but i read on still. the story's good.
perhaps i'd end up mental and psychotic, cos i love such books. and i love k.o.t.c but hardly anyone agrees to that. k.o.t.c is traumatic and vindictive. the book i read earlier on was much more of a physical thing, and k.o.t.c makes A Child Called It seem trivial. i wanna get those books. and i wanna write a song about it. anyone with the book to lend me? or should i borrow it from the school library? i'd rather own it.
he was made to become nothing
stole from lunchboxes
the hurts he withstood it all
still, he loved her
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