I'm much more busy with filling up my blog with lovely accessories than posting entries. Not very nice, eh. But i find these accessories lovely additions, as i accumulate them slowly.
I'm reminded of changes when i look at my ICQ list. So i've decided to thrash it. Is this taking a step closer to 'AS-hood'? It's a choice that one makes, ok, maybe it isn't that significant that cannot be altered; it's a permanent change. Somehow the sentence didn't quite come across clear enough. Never mind.
Have been feasting quite frequently this past month. For a peek into what i had for dinner on saturday,click here to view the picture.
Adding to my blog today are the lyrics to one of my all-time favourite songs, No Surprises by Radiohead.
No Surprises
Radiohead, OK Computer
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
I'm reminded of changes when i look at my ICQ list. So i've decided to thrash it. Is this taking a step closer to 'AS-hood'? It's a choice that one makes, ok, maybe it isn't that significant that cannot be altered; it's a permanent change. Somehow the sentence didn't quite come across clear enough. Never mind.
Have been feasting quite frequently this past month. For a peek into what i had for dinner on saturday,click here to view the picture.
Adding to my blog today are the lyrics to one of my all-time favourite songs, No Surprises by Radiohead.
No Surprises
Radiohead, OK Computer
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
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