I'll be comming round the mountains

k i am leaving soon in about 15min time. my family is acting as though we are going off to london. my pops think that we are migrating lol. its genting damit.

blogger is giving me problems so i wont be blogging soon.

quote of the day 7

the heart is like a chameleon; its fidelity changes with circumstances

music industry masscre - the inevitable death of artists

currently queenie is on a massive scaled design to destroy the entire music industry by singing all their songs.

his voice is like a poison which seeps right into the heart of the song and destroying it from within.

this era's pop artists are being culled at an astonishing rate. amongst the ruins are the dead bodies of Lady Gaga, Beyonce, David Archuleta, Leona Lewis, Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, Cristina Aguilera. very soon other singers or bands shall add on to the pile of carcass. once beautiful musicians now reduced to a lifeless footrest beneath the queenie's jimmy cho pumps.

apocalypse, the bible calls it, is inevitable, it wont be long before the entire music industry is left with the few opera songs which queenie's voice range cant reach.

from my friend betty

i am so sorry for the lack of intellectual quotes. not that i am no longer intellectual, its just that i need more things to strike me, like a bolt of lightning perhaps.

oh theres this quote from Ugly Betty that i would like to dedicate to you all. "if it werent for your clogged pores, you tiny little brains would have seeped out"

christmas carol

2 day ago, i was forced to watch christmas carol in 3d with my brother and mum. god it was boring as fuck. i never understood why they did not change the language. everything was spoken in charles dickens cryptic language, how the hell are we suppose to understand much less the children? even before the ghosts visited him, i started counting down to the end of the movie. if not for my mother's constant nudging, i would have fallen asleep. and so to keep awake, i stuffed my face with pop corn and chanted " tickets cost $13 so i cannot sleep". 13 fricken dollars to watch that dumb show with a pair of 10kg goggles. oh yea there was this old man who reeked of mothballs next to me. he kept laughing at ever scene, i swear he must have laughed till he peed on his pants. the show aint even funny!

so from 0 to 5 stars with 0 being the worst, i rate this show 0. believe me if i can take away more stars i would.

clare's b day

the day started with a very very long and tedious 45 minute wait for the 3 belles to register and book their driving shit. well i wont say 45 min is very long but 45 min with stefan, our red maiden, sure is long and tedious. as expected, stefan spoiled the surprise.

then we made our way to vivo where stefan and jero started making noise about waiting. i guess their just not used to it. i on the other hand had plenty of training with my mum and aleshya who both are able to try on every single piece of clothing and still leave the store empty handed. we had our picnic at the roof garden where a dissatisfied red maiden made so much noise about the food till i had to resist a great impulse to stick two potatoes into his furry nostrils.

we flew to sentosa next where we trudge through the wet sand while listening to our red maiden whined about the sprite bottle which she had to lug. fucking bitch thinks that shes a queenie fuck who cannot carry anything that weighs more than air. after some touring, we ended up at delifrance where i was accused of gluttony.

still hungry, we got cup noodles and ate them while we watch songs from the sea. what a spectacular show. the lasers, the gentle streams of water dancing about each other while fierce conflagrations erupted in the background. queenie decided that we were too bored and started his unstoppable lady gaga medley which was utterly irritating and nauseating.

there we had our whore house photoshoot with 5 people on the mat with one screaming queen and a string red starry lights. thank god jeromy punished queenie by burying his sandals and throwing his bag on the sand.

overall, a great day, no thanks to the royal bitch.

quote of the day 6

selling sex for materialistic desires is like shopping with nature's credit card