Wait ah....

Waiting to get into university

Waiting for A-levels results

Waiting for Sherlock Holmes (the movie) to come out

Waiting for Liverpool to get into form (however unlikely it may be)

Waiting.....

What we all do.
Really. All of us have little waiters/waitresses in us.
I suppose to "bake the cake properly" i should say.
Stop waiting and get going.
Ehhehehe.
So cheesy. Mmmmm.

So... How much??

How much sleep is too much?

- You start eating in bed
- You start wondering whether it's possible to take a bath in bed
- Your clothes start to match your bedsheets
- The first thing you do when you get home is jump into bed
- You start writing love songs dedicated to your bed and pillow
- You need a coffee just to have energy to have lunch

Holidays...
We always can't wait for it but in the end...
We are unconscious through most of it...
Me???
I'm loving it....
Ehhe.. Hehe...
Zzzzz...

6 days ++

Will be gone on holiday, so i'm making a little something.

A song a day while i'm gone.
One song only....

1st day - Tuesday

2nd day - Wednesday

3rd day - Thursday

4th day(sry. enbedding was disabled) - Friday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zLAe_L1hvQ
5th day (just watch the whole thing, song is a little later) - Saturday

6th day - Sunday

Bonus track (kinda soon, but nvm)


okaaay, that was just something i put together, hope you like it.
and if you don't. stop reading my blog.
haha! just joking... chill.... chill man.....
biiieeeeeeee !!!
=)

In Love....

You know when you're in love when all she's all you can smell

You know you're in love when you think about her at home

You know you're in love when you go out and hope to meet her

You know you're in love when all you want when you wake up in the morning is her

You know you're in love when close your eyes and a picture of her comes to mind

You know when you're in love when she goes through your whole system, which makes your hands tremble, makes you visit the toilet frequently, and dries your mouth in a second.

You know....

I'm talking about coffee....


yes....
i do think coffee is from the fairer sex of drinks.
delicate, full of surprises and addictive. =3

The nice things...

The nice thing about holidays is

When you wake up,
you weigh your hunger against the urge to fall back to sleep
(but wake up with nothing to do but blog)

The only thing your parents are genuinely concrened about
Is what you eat

Walking around in a blanket.... =3

What its like....

Holding a fart for 5 months
And letting one rip that lasts for a full minute.

Having a twitch in you nose that comes and goes for weeks,
Then finally sneezing.

Having a blister and patiently waiting for it to dry up
And finally peeling the dead skin in one whole piece.

Having bowls of hot curry mee
And finally have a nice cool refreshing coke

Having a good nights sleep
And being woken up by the teasing of sunlight on your eyelids.

Being chained in a 5m radius circle
And finally being let loose in wide open swiss mountains.

Like having a haircut,
as you watch the sunset on a clear blue lagoon.

Like running around on an empty beach
And finally shouting

"THE EXAMS ARE REALLY !@#$%@ OVER!!!!"

Always/Never

Always a year older

Never a year wiser

Always passes

Never always appreciated

Always uneventful

Never regrettable

Birthdays...