Ahem...

I've just got myself a new domain name. Hurrah. Now if only I can figure out how to work the FTP, I'll be moving homes. There's going to be a new design to the site (not new contents tho.. haha). So erm... yeah.

Ciao peeps!

Alright, I get it...

Gee... ok. I'm a primadona. Alright. I get it. You can stop voting now (don't think I don't know that you voted twice Darren.. ahaha).

Anyways, today I noticed that McDonalds has started selling CDs. What, did they just wake up one day and decide "Gee, I don't think we're making enough money selling tiny burgers at exorbitant prices. Let's get into the music industry as well."?

I saw Bowling for Columbine and The Recruit today. What can I say. Bowling for Columbine is one great documentary. And I truly admire Michael Moore for doing what he's doing. After watching the documentary, you kinda think, "What is wrong with all these Americans?" I can't really talk about the documentary here because I don't want to offend anyone. So I wont. But everyone should watch Bowling for Columbine. It's fucking worth it.

As for the Recruit. Hoo hum.. yeah another Hollywood movie. NEXT... (the gadgets were pretty cool tho)

Thank you nameless soul for another sweet poem.

Inadequate

You do nothing but hold me back.
You do nothing but bring me down.
You make me feel so inadequate.
You make me feel so alone.

When I see you I want to scream.
When I hear you I want to go deaf.
When you're awake, I wish you were sleeping.
When you're sleeping, I wish you were gone.

I have to live with you

Even if I hate you
Even if you hate me
Even if you're my worst enemy
Even though you'll destroy me someday.

I don't want you to die

But

I don't want to hear it anymore
I don't want to see you anymore
I don't want to feel this way anymore
I don't want my life to be empty anymore

Because of you.
It's all your fault.

Yes, you. You, the face in the mirror.

- Nameless

What? Me primadona?

Darren has accused me of having a primadona attitude. What? I do not behave primadona-ish-ly. I mean, sure I don't answer phone calls before a certain time (usually day time), but that's only because I don't feel like talking to anyone. That does not a primadona make. And why the hell should I answer to anyone, as to why I don't feel like answering the phone? It's my phone. I'll answer it if I want to. I'll bet a lot of people do that. Not answering phones.

People are always screening, avoiding, not answering, hanging up, lying. Whatever.

Anyways, cast your vote. Am I a Primadona?

I'm sorry, did u say cool?

I was quite surprised to find a link to my page on fellow blogger lynnzter's page. I browsed the other links on her page and all their websites were all so.. well, for a lack of a better word, cool. I mean, they were all snazzy and interesting and all. Then I took a look at my website.

Damn...

Who'd wanna come here. This website is so fucking bland.

It's inadequate. I'm inadequate.

I can't stand my inadequacies. I'm not sweet. I can't remember names. I bite my nails. And I can't spell that well. I hate being nice to people I don't like. I'm a bitch. And I like being a bitch. I hate having to be understanding and nice. I'm not 'nice'. My ass is too big. I wish I had nicer legs. I get pimples. I hate having to be someone everyone expects me to be. I smoke. And I can't seem to quit eventhough I tried. And I'm weak. Because I miss him and I wonder if he misses me too. And I love to watch him play the drums. But I can't now. And it affects me. And I hate that. I wish I were stronger. I laugh too loud. I can't sneeze 'quietly' like some girls. And I think too much. Sometimes I wish I could be all ladylike, but I hate being ladylike. I love loud music. And I like to sit with my legs up. I wanna scream out loud. I wish I could burp the alphabet. Actually I don't.

I wish I was smarter. I wish I was fairer. I wish I was Channel V material. I wish I made better decisions.

I change my mind too much. And sometimes, I don't tolerate weakness in others when in fact, I'm just as weak. I whine and moan and I nag. And when I love, I love with all my heart. I wish I could hold something back, so that I don't get so hurt. And I get depressed. And I sometimes don't feel like getting out of bed. And I can't sing. And I can't dance like I used to.

I'm inadequate...