tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193918122011-04-22T06:22:34.547+08:00a bakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09430553783388177074noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19391812.post-55633349037941605692008-12-01T16:00:00.002+08:002008-12-01T16:05:30.001+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Since I have started with "The First", it's only natural that I end with "The Last".<br /><br />Alas I shall bid farewell to http://grimgaze.blogspot.com. The feelings, the memoirs and the rants have all be saved, but shall not be revealed for eyes to see any more. I will move to a new place. A land of happy beginnings.<br /><br />I shall leave my anger and sadness in the past. But I would like to bring my joy from the little or great things that I have experienced since I have started this blog forward with me.<br /><br />Why am I moving? Various factors, along with the obvious label that I have become excessively "emo". That Gerald is in the past.<br /><br />I'm taking Chin's advice and moving to xanga. Or maybe wordpress.<br /><br />Quoting Avril:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Who knows what could happen<br />Do what you do just keep on laughing<br />One thing's true<br />There's always a brand new day"<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I shall see you all very soon. Big brother is always watching (hahaha)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span>Gerald<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19391812-5563334903794160569?l=grimgaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a bakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09430553783388177074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19391812.post-59319926085012853152008-11-29T14:23:00.005+08:002008-12-05T22:29:16.942+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I came back from a late night<br />With my friends. You were out of town.<br />So I took off my shoes. I took off my coat<br />And I took a look around.<br /><br />Looked at all the bookshelves<br />Just like I like to do<br />And I saw a little note<br />Some other girl wrote<br />To you<br /><br />It said, "Baby, baby, would you read<br />A poem I picked for you.<br />I know you're sensitive<br />But would you think about my boobs."<br /><br />And what am I to do<br />When I feel so much love for you?<br />I wish that I could be stronger<br />But I get scared that my love will not do.<br /><br />Now I do not want to be that girl<br />Who cries at every turn.<br />But I can't ignore<br />The hurt that makes me burn.<br /><br />So please do be patient with me<br />I know I can have a bit of jealousy<br />But I promise you<br />I'll be good to you in return.<br /><br />So baby, baby, would you read<br />A poem I picked for you?<br />Would you think of me<br />And not some other girl's boobs?<br /><br />And what am I to do<br />When I feel so much love for you?<br />I wish that I could be stronger<br />But I get scared that my love will not do.<br /><br />The Boob Song - Priscilla Ahn<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I agree that some of the lyrics may not be accurate (I had to figure them out by ear since she hasn't released the official track yet). I know that it seems rather random, but I guess this crude ditty is obviously about the insecurity of a jealous girlfriend. I mean, if you read a note written by some other girl/guy to your guy/girl which said "Baby, baby" what else can you think? I think the song itself is rather ironic, considering how Pris Ahn is as flat as a board.<br /><br />I believe that this theme is recurrent in some of the things I have been doing lately. I just watched a film last night called "By The Pricking Of My Thumbs", which is based on an Agatha Christie novel. It includes the famous character Miss Marple, and includes Christie's sleuth couple Tommy and Tuppence. Basically it's about how a woman who had a still-born went ga-ga and kidnapped one of the twins in the village in which she resided in and then killed her out of spite and how the investigation has gone cold for 25 years. Guess who acts as the survivng twin? BIONIC WOMAN MICHELLE RYAN (I kid you not)! So how does insecurity rule here? The twin, Lily, sees her American soldier boyfriend's letter to another woman (Gasp!). Oh well, I shan't spoil any more of the plot. Read the book or something.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh well.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Back to EETOKOHSHITOHSHIT MADNESS. And Soul Calibur 4 of course. (:</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19391812-5931992608501285315?l=grimgaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a bakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09430553783388177074noreply@blogger.com0