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Thursday, September 11, 2008 @ 3:04 PM
the more you know, you don't know.
as i listened to this again this morning, i cried.
as pathetic as it sounds, it brought me back to good times. really good times. and it reminded me of how much i miss him.
nothing, no one, not even Kyle fucking Patrick can replace this man in Click. no one.
in fact, we pwned his asssssssss (well sort of) haha.
leeYee~: yeah, because it's "all about the music". joe: It's actually about 15 Jangli Baqarah's. thank you. joe: I'm dying for 15 goats on my farm. Times are hard. WINNIE.: HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA leeYee~: lol ic. that's pretty rad. WINNIE.: lol and what in the world are Jangli Baqarah's? joe: wouldn't you say as our friends panic would say "that's pretty odd" joe: come on wild goats duuhh kaitorade™: i think what we need to discuss, instead, is how Joe is obviously a terrorist. WINNIE.: lol, obviously. joe, explain yourself. joe: to myself maybe leeYee~: should we be worried about any possible bomb threats? WINNIE.: if click's next album comes out all flowery, i'd know where that came from. joe: na it's just the dog days of summer and i just feel like talking. WINNIE.: just curious: old panic or new panic? (though i would probably already know the answer) leeYee~: lol the click five pulling a ~panic - that'd be something special. joe: Yes when i say panic i mean the great jam band widespread panic. I'm from Colorado come on. WINNIE.: lol actually i was asking about between the two cds Panic at the Disco released, but thats an okay answer, too. joe: notice anything between our old name The Click Five and our new one The! Click Five (super fucking epic line - we loled at it so hard omg) WINNIE.: HAHAHAHAHAHAA o rly. i will watch for cabaret dancers and elaborate makeup on stage then. K.I.M: ALERT THE MEDIA. leeYee~: hahahaha oic The Click Five stealing the ! from Panic WINNIE.: so that's where it went, ic ic. joe:god i should come here more often. I say something smart ass and get an even more smart ass reply. Need to really test my wits. joe: come on 500 pages by noon tomorrow!!!! :) WINNIE.: lol n, we just might leave you here talking to yourself just because~ w8, what time is it there? leeYee~: ahhh we learn from the best obv. "I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck" -Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic WINNIE.: absolutely.
before i forget, i have also been occupied with something else during my holidays (and probably the rest of the year!) and i love it!
you all know that i'm a huge huge huge huge crazy ass Click Five fan right? like as if Click isn't the first thing out of my mouth ever since after their concert in June!
anyway, cutting to the chase, i am a co-web for a Click Five fansite!
do i hear cheers of "FINALLY, SHE'S DOING SOMETHING?" or do i get tomatoes pelted at me because "alaaah why always Click Five wan?" :P
either way, i'm elated that Jodie, who's the girl who started up the site, is graciously allowing a html and ftp noob like me to help her with the site! some people wouldn't have given me the time of day. she's a sweetheart. i haven't heard from her lately, though.. i wonder if she's okay.
sooo if y'all want to find out more about the band (for the umpteeth time, no, they aren't wearing matching suits any more, no, Eric Dill isn't the lead singer of the band any more, and no, THEY AREN'T A BOYBAND) or get updated with the latest news or even snag some amazing Click Five graphics (icons, banners, wallpapers, buttons etc), head on down here, or click the button on my sidebar!
cool? cool.
it's 1.28 in the morning now, and i have been searching high and low for this particular song called 'No Sleep Tonight' by The Faders (who split up a couple of years ago - no wonder they seemed to have disappeared from the music scene...). i remember listening to it on replay when i did my assignments early last year and practically spamming the life out of the song back when i was using Kazaa...
if anyone has it or any other The Faders song on mp3, send it my way please!!!!
signing off because it's late and i want to go make myself a peanut butter sandwich before bed (yes i know i am a pig),
"Hi - this is from us... for you," i handed the thick yellow envelope with your name scribbled on it in silver lettering to you with a shaking hand - it's not every day that i get to give something to someone like you. i even drew a chaste little heart next to your name.
"For me? That's nice," you say nonchalantly, taking the letter, and i know that you get letters like these every day from countless random fans in Asia and you're bored, but a part of me knows that inside, you're this man that is different. i'm different. we're different. but still, the other part of me - the one that doesn't take rejection - crumbles to pieces when she sees your expression.
i turn, wanting to walk away, but then i hear you gasp. "Radley?" you say, a hint of surprise in your voice. i turn back and look at you.
you've turned the envelope over to the side where i'd hastily scribbled "RADLEY I WANT A HUG" in hopes that you'd see it when you came out of the departure area, but you didn't.
but now you have.
"Aww," you go, and you open your arms wide, a smile on your face - the smile that i have seen countless times when you're messing around and having fun with the boys. Ethan, especially (sorry that i had to put it in here, but seriously. you do seem happiest around him). i fall into them, numb, and you wrap your arms around my shoulders. it's only a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever for me.
you have your beloved striped hoodie on, and you're looking funny in a songkok, but i don't care - and i ask you with a trembling voice if i could have a photo with you, and you go "Sure" and loosely hook an arm around my shoulder. i'm so clumsy - i fumble around with the camera till i get the right setting, and you don't even laugh as you wait.
"'Kay. Say cheese. One... two..." i go, and you make a face at the camera as the flash goes off.
"Thank you!" i manage to squeak, and you respond with an "Awesome.. thanks" before you walk away.
i am numb. and happy beyond belief.
amongst the craziness, we follow the lot of you down to to the bus bay, where you climb aboard the bus and head towards the back, where you tear open the envelope and read the letter.
as the others take photos of the rest of the guys, and the three idiots in Zehr t-shirts jump and scream and annoy the hell out of Joe by slapping on his window, i stand there, a statue, and watch as you slowly read the letter, nodding a little as you read the lines.
it's as if something comes over me, and i run over to the others, screaming "HE'S READING OUR LETTER! OH MY GOD", and we all run over to your side, happy and giddy that you're actually LOOKING at what's inside of the envelope. LOOKING AND READING what we spent two hours (it was an impromptu thing) putting together.
and when you were done, you waved the letter at us in thanks before the bus sped off. it made our night. my night.
on the boardwalk, working two shifts savin' for that diamond ring, then i'll quit all the cool kids hanging south pier guess i'll have it figured out by next year
summertime summertime, you do it to me everytime, summertime, you do it to me oh oh oh ohhh; i'm restless oh oh oh ohhh; defenseless; i can feel it baby is it real or is it just a sign? it's summertime
Sooooo i'm still feeling a little overwhelmed by everything i've just gone through today. Man, it's a big step, university. You don't feel like the teen you always thought you were - you feel bigger now. Older. Grown-up.
It's weird to think of myself in that way, when i'm only seventeen. It's nice being a year younger than most of my coursemates - I like the look people's faces when they ask me what course i'm taking and then how old I am - they just gawk at me like I've just grown a second head.
Today was something new. We first had a Principles of Journalism lecture in Lecture Theater 1 comprising of around seventy students - we only took up like, less than a quarter of it. Miss. Aparna, our lecturer for that subject was kind of interesting. Her thick accent gave away the fact that she was from India - you had to strain your ears to hear what she was saying. She seemed really witty and sarcastic, yet so ... interesting in a way that I didn't even reach for my phone while she was talking.
Mr. Anubhav, our CSS lecturer is also from India. He seemed a little intimidating and hard-headed at first - we were fruitlessly trying to explain to him that we were divided into groups according to ex-semester intakes, not course type, but he didn't want to listen till Nash told him flat out that it was so. He got better after that.
And we have Miss. T back again as our PR 1 lecturer. Really glad to have her back. We know the drill - assignments on time, don't be late, and absolutely no phones in class.
I'm pooped. After a night of hardly any sleep and a day full of classes till five pm, I can barely keep my eyes open. Thank God classes end at twelve tomorrow - I can finally get my Chucks that i've been lusting after for so long!!!!11 :D:D:D:D Yay, so excited :D.
SO DEPRIVED OF THE CLICK FIVE BOARDS.
Joey's fiddling around with it - it's been FIVE WHOLE DAYS WITHOUT IT ARGH. I need to post my new fic - i'm really excited to see what people think of it, it's really different from all the fics on the boards... I wonder what's that stupid blue-eyed donkey doing with it. JOEY ZEHR, IT BETTER BE UP SOON. All the boardies are ready to murder him -_-
I haven't designed something in a while, partially due to RO, writing, forums and stuff - and I procrastinate a lot. So today I designed a header for me and Viv's joint slash website for all our Click Five slash needs - since the majority of Click Five fans are teenies who get angry at even the thought of Ben and Ethan liking each other. *gasp*
Ben - THE BEN ROMANS - from The Click Five came into the chatroom today. Yes, the real Ben Romans, not some impostor, because there's a special indicator when moderators/the band come in.
And he was really funny and nice and I actually hyperventilated for a moment. Everything was fucking spinning.
I tried my hardest not to teenie (Janella and Ferina were funny to watch, though) and I asked him loads of questions about Old Gregg and the penguin shower curtains and Fueled By Ramen. He told us all he wanted a rapper bunny in a fanny pack for his birthday, which is in February. He made it all up, but it was funny while it lasted. Swooning female bunnies on Vespas and all.
He's awesome, no doubt about it. Definitely one of my heros.
in fact, we pwned his asssssssss (well sort of) haha.
leeYee~: yeah, because it's "all about the music". joe: It's actually about 15 Jangli Baqarah's. thank you. joe: I'm dying for 15 goats on my farm. Times are hard. WINNIE.: HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA leeYee~: lol ic. that's pretty rad. WINNIE.: lol and what in the world are Jangli Baqarah's? joe: wouldn't you say as our friends panic would say "that's pretty odd" joe: come on wild goats duuhh kaitorade™: i think what we need to discuss, instead, is how Joe is obviously a terrorist. WINNIE.: lol, obviously. joe, explain yourself. joe: to myself maybe leeYee~: should we be worried about any possible bomb threats? WINNIE.: if click's next album comes out all flowery, i'd know where that came from. joe: na it's just the dog days of summer and i just feel like talking. WINNIE.: just curious: old panic or new panic? (though i would probably already know the answer) leeYee~: lol the click five pulling a ~panic - that'd be something special. joe: Yes when i say panic i mean the great jam band widespread panic. I'm from Colorado come on. WINNIE.: lol actually i was asking about between the two cds Panic at the Disco released, but thats an okay answer, too. joe: notice anything between our old name The Click Five and our new one The! Click Five (super fucking epic line - we loled at it so hard omg) WINNIE.: HAHAHAHAHAHAA o rly. i will watch for cabaret dancers and elaborate makeup on stage then. K.I.M: ALERT THE MEDIA. leeYee~: hahahaha oic The Click Five stealing the ! from Panic WINNIE.: so that's where it went, ic ic. joe:god i should come here more often. I say something smart ass and get an even more smart ass reply. Need to really test my wits. joe: come on 500 pages by noon tomorrow!!!! :) WINNIE.: lol n, we just might leave you here talking to yourself just because~ w8, what time is it there? leeYee~: ahhh we learn from the best obv. "I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck" -Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic WINNIE.: absolutely.
before i forget, i have also been occupied with something else during my holidays (and probably the rest of the year!) and i love it!
you all know that i'm a huge huge huge huge crazy ass Click Five fan right? like as if Click isn't the first thing out of my mouth ever since after their concert in June!
anyway, cutting to the chase, i am a co-web for a Click Five fansite!
do i hear cheers of "FINALLY, SHE'S DOING SOMETHING?" or do i get tomatoes pelted at me because "alaaah why always Click Five wan?" :P
either way, i'm elated that Jodie, who's the girl who started up the site, is graciously allowing a html and ftp noob like me to help her with the site! some people wouldn't have given me the time of day. she's a sweetheart. i haven't heard from her lately, though.. i wonder if she's okay.
sooo if y'all want to find out more about the band (for the umpteeth time, no, they aren't wearing matching suits any more, no, Eric Dill isn't the lead singer of the band any more, and no, THEY AREN'T A BOYBAND) or get updated with the latest news or even snag some amazing Click Five graphics (icons, banners, wallpapers, buttons etc), head on down here, or click the button on my sidebar!
cool? cool.
it's 1.28 in the morning now, and i have been searching high and low for this particular song called 'No Sleep Tonight' by The Faders (who split up a couple of years ago - no wonder they seemed to have disappeared from the music scene...). i remember listening to it on replay when i did my assignments early last year and practically spamming the life out of the song back when i was using Kazaa...
if anyone has it or any other The Faders song on mp3, send it my way please!!!!
signing off because it's late and i want to go make myself a peanut butter sandwich before bed (yes i know i am a pig),
"Hi - this is from us... for you," i handed the thick yellow envelope with your name scribbled on it in silver lettering to you with a shaking hand - it's not every day that i get to give something to someone like you. i even drew a chaste little heart next to your name.
"For me? That's nice," you say nonchalantly, taking the letter, and i know that you get letters like these every day from countless random fans in Asia and you're bored, but a part of me knows that inside, you're this man that is different. i'm different. we're different. but still, the other part of me - the one that doesn't take rejection - crumbles to pieces when she sees your expression.
i turn, wanting to walk away, but then i hear you gasp. "Radley?" you say, a hint of surprise in your voice. i turn back and look at you.
you've turned the envelope over to the side where i'd hastily scribbled "RADLEY I WANT A HUG" in hopes that you'd see it when you came out of the departure area, but you didn't.
but now you have.
"Aww," you go, and you open your arms wide, a smile on your face - the smile that i have seen countless times when you're messing around and having fun with the boys. Ethan, especially (sorry that i had to put it in here, but seriously. you do seem happiest around him). i fall into them, numb, and you wrap your arms around my shoulders. it's only a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever for me.
you have your beloved striped hoodie on, and you're looking funny in a songkok, but i don't care - and i ask you with a trembling voice if i could have a photo with you, and you go "Sure" and loosely hook an arm around my shoulder. i'm so clumsy - i fumble around with the camera till i get the right setting, and you don't even laugh as you wait.
"'Kay. Say cheese. One... two..." i go, and you make a face at the camera as the flash goes off.
"Thank you!" i manage to squeak, and you respond with an "Awesome.. thanks" before you walk away.
i am numb. and happy beyond belief.
amongst the craziness, we follow the lot of you down to to the bus bay, where you climb aboard the bus and head towards the back, where you tear open the envelope and read the letter.
as the others take photos of the rest of the guys, and the three idiots in Zehr t-shirts jump and scream and annoy the hell out of Joe by slapping on his window, i stand there, a statue, and watch as you slowly read the letter, nodding a little as you read the lines.
it's as if something comes over me, and i run over to the others, screaming "HE'S READING OUR LETTER! OH MY GOD", and we all run over to your side, happy and giddy that you're actually LOOKING at what's inside of the envelope. LOOKING AND READING what we spent two hours (it was an impromptu thing) putting together.
and when you were done, you waved the letter at us in thanks before the bus sped off. it made our night. my night.
on the boardwalk, working two shifts savin' for that diamond ring, then i'll quit all the cool kids hanging south pier guess i'll have it figured out by next year
summertime summertime, you do it to me everytime, summertime, you do it to me oh oh oh ohhh; i'm restless oh oh oh ohhh; defenseless; i can feel it baby is it real or is it just a sign? it's summertime
Sooooo i'm still feeling a little overwhelmed by everything i've just gone through today. Man, it's a big step, university. You don't feel like the teen you always thought you were - you feel bigger now. Older. Grown-up.
It's weird to think of myself in that way, when i'm only seventeen. It's nice being a year younger than most of my coursemates - I like the look people's faces when they ask me what course i'm taking and then how old I am - they just gawk at me like I've just grown a second head.
Today was something new. We first had a Principles of Journalism lecture in Lecture Theater 1 comprising of around seventy students - we only took up like, less than a quarter of it. Miss. Aparna, our lecturer for that subject was kind of interesting. Her thick accent gave away the fact that she was from India - you had to strain your ears to hear what she was saying. She seemed really witty and sarcastic, yet so ... interesting in a way that I didn't even reach for my phone while she was talking.
Mr. Anubhav, our CSS lecturer is also from India. He seemed a little intimidating and hard-headed at first - we were fruitlessly trying to explain to him that we were divided into groups according to ex-semester intakes, not course type, but he didn't want to listen till Nash told him flat out that it was so. He got better after that.
And we have Miss. T back again as our PR 1 lecturer. Really glad to have her back. We know the drill - assignments on time, don't be late, and absolutely no phones in class.
I'm pooped. After a night of hardly any sleep and a day full of classes till five pm, I can barely keep my eyes open. Thank God classes end at twelve tomorrow - I can finally get my Chucks that i've been lusting after for so long!!!!11 :D:D:D:D Yay, so excited :D.
SO DEPRIVED OF THE CLICK FIVE BOARDS.
Joey's fiddling around with it - it's been FIVE WHOLE DAYS WITHOUT IT ARGH. I need to post my new fic - i'm really excited to see what people think of it, it's really different from all the fics on the boards... I wonder what's that stupid blue-eyed donkey doing with it. JOEY ZEHR, IT BETTER BE UP SOON. All the boardies are ready to murder him -_-
I haven't designed something in a while, partially due to RO, writing, forums and stuff - and I procrastinate a lot. So today I designed a header for me and Viv's joint slash website for all our Click Five slash needs - since the majority of Click Five fans are teenies who get angry at even the thought of Ben and Ethan liking each other. *gasp*
Ben - THE BEN ROMANS - from The Click Five came into the chatroom today. Yes, the real Ben Romans, not some impostor, because there's a special indicator when moderators/the band come in.
And he was really funny and nice and I actually hyperventilated for a moment. Everything was fucking spinning.
I tried my hardest not to teenie (Janella and Ferina were funny to watch, though) and I asked him loads of questions about Old Gregg and the penguin shower curtains and Fueled By Ramen. He told us all he wanted a rapper bunny in a fanny pack for his birthday, which is in February. He made it all up, but it was funny while it lasted. Swooning female bunnies on Vespas and all.
He's awesome, no doubt about it. Definitely one of my heros.
