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Suffley Song Shuffle

Thursday 24 July 2008 | 1:10 am

Ipod Shuffle Survey

1. Turn your ipod on shuffle.
2. Press play.
3. For each question type the name of the song thats playing.
4. Hit next for each question.

Questions:

1. My friends secretly think I'm...
Let's Get Up Fucked Up and Die.

2. Someone punches you in the face, what do you yell at them?
I See the Falling Sky.

3. What would be the last thing you say before you die?
Bonfire.

4. The guy of your dreams asked you out, you say?
Que Tu Sabes D'Eso.

5. You get to meet Edward Cullen. You?
Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On the Creek.

6. What do people first think when they see you?
Beelzeboss.

7. What will be a big challenge in life for you?
Descarada.

8. You win the lottery. The first thing you buy is?
Love Like this.

9. Are you a good girlfriend?
8 Breathes Per Second.

10. What do you think of the person you like?
Delivery.

11. You hate....
Dimelo.

12. You love...
Bomb This Track.

13. What are you afraid of?
The Anthem.

14. If you could buy anything in the world what would you buy?
Harbinger.

15. You get caught shop lifting. What do you do?
We Taking Over.

16. Is someone trying to kill you?
Birds.

17. You win a trip to England. What do you say?
La Camisa Negra.

18. Will you get married?
I Won't See You Tonight Part 1.

19. What song describes you?
Ahora Es.

20. What do you like in a guy?
Sweet Sacrifice.

21. If someone says "is this okay?" You say....
Plenty of Paper.

22. What do you often think about?
Sticky Icky.

23. Your dream job is?
Misery Business.

24. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Symphony No. 40.

25. What will they play at your funeral?
Meeting Laura.

26. What is your biggest secret?
Three Cheers for Five Years.

27. You become famous. You write a song about?
Lacrimosa.

28. You get dumped. The thing you say to your ex is?
Viva la Vida.

29. What is your mood when you're sick?
Miss Sobriety.

30. Its your birthday. The first thing you do is?
Go Girl.

Dear A...

Tuesday 15 July 2008 | 6:51 pm

Music: Hollywood by Cute Is What We Aim For
Feeling: Like I want to hot-wire an Aston Martin Rapide ( :

I love this song. Give it a listen. Read the lyrics. Make sense of it.

Other than that, I've got nothing else interesting to humor you with. Yes. I have no life. It's mundane and uneventful. No. I was yanking your chain. Okay. Sorry. Where did that come from? I do have a life. I just have so much free time I don't know what to do with it. Lie. I just lied. Something's wrong with me. Hah. I did a painting last night but that's nothing. Why? It's an album art cover magnified on an A3 size sketching paper.

High velocity blood spatter-like effect. I didn't know red paint excite me so much.

I know. My sentences are incomplete. I apologize.

It Is Food; Very Yummy Food

Friday 11 July 2008 | 1:13 am

Music: Safer by Grabriella Cilmi
Feeling: Traumatized, perhaps.

I had the shock of my life.

Okay, maybe not the shock of my life but it still shocked me. It almost brought me to tears, wondering why of all times I've looked out the window but only last evening it had to happen.

I was admiring the dark sky. My mind was way away in Miami (I don't know. This always happens when Pitbull is on), wondering what it'd be like to live in a beachfront condo. You know, those tall buildings along the shore shown in the beginning almost in every episode of CSI: Miami. Yeah. The view is breathtaking but too much water viewing is bad for me.

Then the moment was just lost when Pitbull faded into oblivion and Coldplay came on. Yeah. Try getting back in the mood with 42. It didn't matter, though, because at the time, the song suited the mellow weather better. So I looked down and I saw Jade, the black stray cat, in "combat" mode. She was making herself as flat as her chubby body would allow her to on the grass. So I wondered, what she was up to now. Then I saw two birds chirping on a lamppost.

Cat. Combat mode. Birds.

She wanted to eat - the birds. Not the ones on the lamppost, the third member who somehow landed on the ground by a black car. Then Jade leaped forward, chasing after the bird under the car, back out, and back under a truck, and there was this horrible outcry from the bird and friends. It was horrible. I felt like stumbling out the window so I could free the bird from Jade's jaws trap but I didn't want to die because I was on the sixth floor, damn it. I told my brother who said it's food for cats. Well, smartass, I knew that but still, I find it...horrible and cruel.

No matter how loud I blast Caliban or Mindless Self Indulgence; the annoying, crazy noisy kind, I can still hear the poor bird's outcry. I can still see Jade walking away with dinner in her mouth.

Is this how being traumatized really feels like?

It wasn't this upsetting the last time.

Personal Wardrobe Assistant

Sunday 6 July 2008 | 2:08 am

Music: Another Cold Day - Caliban

Feeling: Like hugging a palm tree.

I'm sorry but since when have I been promoted from the Inspirationally Oppressed Teenage Sister to Personal Wardrobe Assistant?

I'm not complaining. I'm just very intrigued. I'm honored that my brother comes to me to aid him in picking out his outfit for late-night outings with his friends to God knows where. It makes me feel special knowing that he trusts me to assemble him in clothes to save him from looking like he's gotten dressed in the dark. In other words: wardrobe malfunction. Although, that's not me saying that he can't dress himself presentably or appropriately on his own. I assure you that he's very much capable of doing that. It's just that sometimes, everyone needs a little help with everything.

The part what I hate most is having to iron the clothes for him. I mean, barging into my bedroom and cutting off every form of concentration I have with whatever it is that I'm doing at that moment is one thing. Holding out several tops and bottoms for me to choose from for him is another thing. Trying to listen, answer and decide for him is an entire different story. After everything is decided and he's happy and I'm happy (because he'll be gone soon), comes the ironing. With my brother, things just aren't simple.

Ironing is one task. After he's all dressed, sometimes, he's got a second task for me: shoes. He'd drag me out from the confines of my bedroom walls to ask for my opinion on what shoes he shall wear to match the clothes he's wearing. Fortunately, he doesn't ask what color socks he should dress his feet with because, really, that's just insanity.

Ho-ho. I've got one chapter down. Yay me!

Where Art Thou?

Saturday 5 July 2008 | 4:25 pm

Music: Lacrimosa by Mozart
Feeling: Psychotically Menacing

O, Inspiration, where ~~the fuck~~ art thou?

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children is finally in my hands. Mwahaha. I know, it's been out on DVD for God knows how long exactly but who cares, really? I only got to watch it on Animax last year and, boy, was I impressed. It was mainly because of the graphics quality and detail. It's realistic yet merely an animation - a good one, at that. Then there are these awesome fighting scenes that I favor so much; those three silver-haired brothers with hair strands so fine it'd make any girl (or boy)jealous...

It makes me want to take up Computer Graphics and make video games, which, by the way, would be totally cool.

Hah. I can only plan now. Drastic changes shall take effect in 2009. Really, now, don't get bitter, woman. Stop it.

Oh. Should anyone give you a diamond-crested skull pendant for your wrist, put it around your neck instead. Unless, of course, you want to feel funny because one hand is heavy and the other is light. Anyway, thanks, Momma!

One more thing: don't get creative and mix Green Tea with Coke.

Desktop Screenshot for July(!):

Era la Musica

Thursday 3 July 2008 | 1:21 pm

Music: Lento (Remix) by R.B.D.
Feeling: Dazed

I, with much regret and remorse, declare that Bella Escenas is dead.

I killed it last night and gave life to Bella Violinista: Era la Musica. I adore it. I name her Autumn DeVaughn, after my-I wouldn't call it a novel. Would you?- story protagonist in Of Notes and Scandals. Yes. The title just keeps changing from Scholastically Scandalous to Hush to Without Sound to what I've decided on for now. I annoy myself. I kid you not. Why can't I stick to one title, I don't understand. It's the way how my brain works, I think. It's fic-fucking-kle. I want to whack even myself.

I want to paint. I've got tubes and bottles of paint I want to waste and I don't want to put it on my bedroom walls because, well, it'd be pointless. I have a feeling that I'm going to want to repaint them with a dark shade of green. Maybe burgundy. Or Mellow Yellow. Ha-ha-ha. I'm sorry. I'm seeing Puerto Rico - again. Seriously, I have issues. Of course I wouldn't choose some insanely bright colors for my bedroom walls. I'd end up not being able to sleep. Not that I'm actually sleeping nowadays.

Oh well. Survey time!

- If I were a month, I would be: December.
- If I were a day of the week, I would be: Friday.
- If I were a time of day, I would be: Twilight.
- If I were a planet, I would be: Jupiter.
- If I were a sea animal, I would be: Huh. Seahorse.
- If I were a direction, I would be: I don't know. South.
- If I were a piece of furniture: Bar stool.
- If I were a sin, I would be: Wrath.
- If I were a historical figure I would be: I've no idea.
- If I were a liquid, I would be: Mocha!
- If I were a stone, I would be: Ruby.
- If I were a tree, I would be: Maple tree.
- If I were a bird, I would be: Crow.
- If I were a tool, I would be: Chainsaw.
- If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Rose.
- If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Stormy.
- If I were a mythical creature, I would be: Unicorn.
- If I were a musical instrument, I would be: Violin.
- If I were an animal, I would be: Cat.
- If I were a colour, I would be: Burgundy.
- If I were an emotion, I would be: Anger.
- If I were a vegetable, I would be: French beans. Yum.
- If I were a sound, I would be: Whispers of the wind.
- If I were an element, I would be: Fire.
- If I were a car, I would be: Aston Martin!
- If I were a song, I would be: Symphony No. 40 by Mozart.
- If I were a movie, I would be: Underworld.
- If I were a book, I would be written by: Stephenie Meyer.
- If I were a food, I would be: Raspberry Hearts Candy.
- If I were a place, I would be: Library.
- If I were a taste, I would be: Spicy.
- If I were a scent, I would be: Burberry Weekend.
- If I were a religion, I would be: Art.
- If I were a word, I would be: Adieu.
- If I were a body part, I would be: Fingers.
- If I were a facial expression, I would be: Grim.
- If I were a subject in school, I would be: Literature.
- If I were a cartoon character, I would be: Mandy.
- If I were a shape, I would be: Circle.
- If I were a number, I would be: 13.
- If I were an item of clothing, I would be: A red overcoat.
- If I were a piece of jewellery, I would be: Ring.
- If I were a clothing accessory, I would be: Neck scarf.