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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Tyler Durden.

"Sweetie give me the gun.
C`mon honey it`s dangerous."

"Bang! Bang! Daddy!
Bang! Bang!"

Bang.


You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.




7:38 PM

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Crash and Burn.


What happened to the little girl,
who did nothing wrong?
The little girl in the pink dress,
she`s been missing for so long.
What happened to the angel girl,
who never lived in denial?
Where did all the laughter go,
what happened to her smile?
What happened to that princess,
who lived like there
was no tomorrow?
How did she break so suddenly,
why is there so much sorrow?
What happened to that special girl,
who had so much to give?
Where did all her innocence go,
why doesn`t she want to live?
What happened to that little girl,
who never knew of pain?
Where did all her beauty go,
why isn`t she the same?
What happened to that little girl,
with so much love in her heart?
Where did all her strength go,
why is she falling apart?
What happened to the special girl,
who had so many friends?
Where did all her honesty go,
why does she pretend?
What happened to that little girl,
who smiled everyday?
Why doesn`t she talk anymore,
when she has so much to say?
What happened to
the beautiful girl,
that everyone wanted to know?
What happened to that little girl,
where did she go?

I've changed so much; I don't even recognize myself anymore.





11:36 PM

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Abandoned. Pleased. Brainwashed. Exploited.

When we were kids, when my sisters and I are at the backseat of our faux-wood-paneled station wagon, creating mayhem and wreaking anarchy, after the ineffectual sweep of a hand from the front seat misses everyone, after `If you don`t quit that bliddy racket I`ll stop this bliddy car and you`ll bliddy well walk home` has been exposed as the bluff it is, the trump card is always laid down.

`If you don`t quit this instant, no Dairy Queen!`

We calm and salivate.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream.




10:53 PM

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Oh my Darling Oh my Darling Oh my Darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.


CLEMENTINE
So go.

JOEL
I did. I walked out the door. I felt like I was a scared little kid. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation. You said, "so go" with such disdain.

CLEMENTINE
What if you stay this time?

JOEL
I walked out the door. There's no more memory.

CLEMENTINE
Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one.

She smiles. They kiss. It fades.

Joel finds himself hurrying back to the bonfire. This scene, too, is disintegrating. It dries up and Joel is just standing there on a faded beach at night, the bonfire frozen in the distance like a photograph.




10:01 PM

Saturday, April 15, 2006

We're disposable teens.

Finish the Sentences, Please :)
George W. Bush is::usually hated by those under the age of 21 in the states.
Americans are often::loud, brash, obnoxious and good-looking. ha.
My favorite thing about my body is::my teeth. oh shut up.
I always laugh when::people's idiosyncrasies are waayy too obvious.
I sleep best when::it's raining and i'm under warm sheets and kevin kern's playing in my ipod. :)
Pink is for::that confident, gorgeous guy with a quirky fashion sense.
Blue is for::the girl who rather play baseball than do her nails.
Cell phones are::an absolute essential for us teens.
My favorite past time is::star-gazing at the beach after dark.
I get sad when::it's to my understanding that i'm way out of his league.
Children are::irrisistibly adorable! they say the cutest things ever.
I long to::paint the sky with my thoughts.
I wish::people would be less superficial.
My favorite meal is::this particular dish they serve at a Turkish restuarant somewhere in town.
Britney Spears is::pop-queen-turned-frumpy-mom.
I hate it when::people judge without knowing.
I get irritated when::I wake up in the morning and realized my uniform isn't ironed.
I always::take everyone and everything around me for granted.
Kissing is best when::his lips are as soft as rose petals. / it's done in the rain.
Lust is::fuelled by sexual attraction.
Once in band camp I::-think American Pie- LMAO. kidding.
I've never, ever::been to the North Pole.
I wish I could take back::all those hurtful words. You know I don't mean them.
I always have fun every time I::am surrounded by awesome friends!
I'd like to visit::the Trevi Fountain in Rome.
I've always wanted to date someone in this profession::Lounge Pianist/Motivational Speaker/ Fire-Fighter. hahaha.
I get embarressed when::someone stares at me for too long.
Joan Rivers is::4x my age and looks scary beyond reason after all that plastic surgery.
I often forget to::switch off the toilet lights after i pee.
My weakness is::being too quick to trust, being too gullible, being too nice.
I am proud of myself because::I've been through more than you have.
It's sexy when::guys have emo hair. rotfl.
My biggest accomplishment so far is::I can count to ten in chinese! HA.HA.HA.
I get scared when::the clock strikes three. 3am. Demonic Hour.
I smile when::

he smiles.





5:05 PM

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poison.


Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain your thrill

I wanna love you

but I better not touch

I wanna hold you
but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you
but I want it too much

I wanna taste you

but your lips are venomous poison


Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth so hot
Your web I'm caught
Your skin so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling

and it's needles and pins

I wanna hurt you

just to
hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you

but you're under my skin

I wanna kiss you

but your lips are venomous poison

Your poison running through my veins

My pain, your thrill.


I don`t usually listen to trance/dance/house music except for Groove Coverage. I like the way the first part of the music video was filmed. There`s something strangely alluring about the slow strokes of cold wet ink on bare skin, the Chinese characters, the snake, her lips. Mmm.

I think there`s something seriously wrong with my left wrist. It started happening after I had hurt myself during the netball match with PJC last friday. Every time I give it a slight turn or wriggle, it goes ``pop``.





6:54 PM

Sunday, April 09, 2006

If you think that Mick Jagger will still be doing the whole rock star thing at age fifty, well, then, you are sorely, sorely mistaken.

ALMOST FAMOUS.
In a nutshell- It's about a rock band, Stillwater(fictional) and a young teenage journalist who tags along in order to write a story about them for the Rolling Stone magazine. It's about the Rock And Roll Lifestyle: The drugs, the sex, the fights and all the bumps on the road to success. It is realistic, funny, touching, and one of those rare movies that makes you feel like you`ve gained something just for having seen it. It's too bad that they say rock and roll is dead, cause we could sure use more movies like this one!



"And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine that my last words were... I'm on drugs!"
[crowd cheers.]
"Russell! I think we should work on those last words!"
"I got it, I got it. Last words - I dig music."
[a few claps]
"I'M ON DRUGS!!"
[crowd cheers madly.]



(yeah i know it sucks when the video and music aren't in synchrony.)

Blue jean baby
L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed
Pirate smile
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me
Always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Thank you very much

And you wonder why Elton John is the fucking best.




2:48 PM

Friday, April 07, 2006

don't crumble crystal.

Scream at me
Make it the best I've ever heard.


You're my everything.
You're my everything.







4:46 AM

Monday, April 03, 2006

fuckkkkkkkk.

I am a very very very sad girl because I`ve just learned that JON JONSSON was here for the Singapore Fashion Festival and PLACEBO flew in from the UK and gave a performance at that event as well. I missed them both. I feel like stabbing myself right now.




8:21 PM