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-Alice
short post.....

Music that you must listen to, because I said so

Hi guys! Here's some awesome music that u have to hear. more coming later, i promise (bond, vanessa mae, etc)



my oh my :)))) i like this song a lot. europop is so, so,..... ah-mazing!



inga and anush are EPIC. they r armenian but this sounds highly indian i dunno y



my favourite song (one of them at least). I <3 tatu, the best best best band (if u call it that, more of a duo) ever!!!!!!!



this is ah-mazing stuff, people. random, but quite quite amazing. FOB never dies!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

FINALLY! i thought teh blogging community was dead, and *sob* you, you DIDN'T FAIL ME!!!!!! God, i have suchhhh great friends! *weeps of happiness*

ok, enough with the hindi movie waterworks.....

hi!!!! (imagine that said in a hugely enthusiastic aussie accent :D)
lol i luv communitychannel. have u seen her videos? If not, STOP READING THIS AND GO TO YOUTUBE RIGHT NOWWWWWWWW!!!!
GO!

well anyway, i'm nawt really in a hugeeee posting mood....writers block much?
so see ya all later.... promise to post more...
i just threw away a whole day watching a movie, hiking, and hanging at YPS's.... i was supposed 2 do math all day today..hehe dont tell meh mum..
crap i dun have anything done...i need to finish the "my last duchess" q's and my math hw...lol ttyl!!!

help old ladies cross teh street.

hehe..i like pancakes

Choices for you

This whole "leaving","taking a break from blogger" thing, it's your choice, people. I'm quite frankly indifferent to it, but I know I'm not leaving anytime soon so feel free to keep reading my posts or if not then don't read them. Like I said, it's your choice.

Pre-comprehensives are coming up soon, a'ight? I'm quite sick of them. I think childhood is the time to have fun and enjoy yourself, granted you need to learn and work and all, but not slave away until we wilt, wither, rot, and die. Actually, I'm not quite sure but it might not be a gradual process. I've heard of some that just drop dead on the spot come the first testing day. I studied, regardless, but rather reluctantly. I studied countless hours more than my brief skimming of inadequate notes last year. I actually did not do half bad, but I could have done doubly better. You know? Anyhow, good luck to you all.

You know what? I like history. The field, I mean, not necessarily the BASIS course. But that is rather nice as well. However, my subject of favour varies from week to week. I suppose this week I like Rhetoric because we don't happen to have a pre-comp in it. I've always liked rhetoric. However, I'm rather fond of chemistry as well.

Anyhow, enough of my rambling on and on about inconsequential matters.
Now shoo, children, go and study. Just kidding. Not really. But seriously, go do whatever. It's your choice.

Bond is epic. Look them up.
-Anii/Alicia
~Multiple Personality Disorder~

A Big Deal Made out of Nothing?

New Year's.... How is it significant? It's only the New Year because we humans made it so. If we had decided the New Year was to be on August 17 every two years, then we would have a big party then! I know that it has to do with the earth's rotations and such, but how does that mean that we get some kind of a "fresh start"? Every DAY is a fresh start! Every moment! Every nanosecond! And to celebrate? well, I'm not saying it's not fun, cuz it is =) I guess we humans just seize every chance to party, don't we? Well, this year I couldn't bring myself to make any resolutions. I sat down and said, I really truly said, "There is nothing that I could improve about my life." I guess I'm satisfied. Or maybe just too cynical to believe in the New Year.

Oh, and by the way...Sorry for considerably depressing you on New Year's day, Let me try to reverse the effects of my post.

GO PARTY, EVERYONE!!! GO EAT, EAT, AND EAT AGAIN!!! BECAUSE THAT IS THE TRUE SPIRIT OF NEW YEAR'S!

I just love food.

*blushes, then runs to the refrigerator and comes back with a fork and a jar of pickles*