GOODNESS.
Beyonce is such a composer. the sound is just way too catchy.
great lyricist she is too. whoever could write a line this- this- oh whatev:
"Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable"
hear it first here, its complete so thank you to whoever owns the site:
irreplaceable
now read read:::
IRREPLACEABLE
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It's my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I will have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So since I’m not your everything
How about I'll be nothing
Nothing at all to you
Baby I wont shead a tear for you
I won't lose a wink of sleep
Cause the truth of the matter is
Replacing you is so easy
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
To the left
To the left
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
i told ya nigga.
Monday, November 27, 2006
makin' out with cho
incoming!
kissing scene in the next potter movie!
check out the teaser:
harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser
july 13 next summer!
kissing scene in the next potter movie!
check out the teaser:
harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser
july 13 next summer!
holmes investigates the case of the missing test paper....oooh!
screaming.
a quirky story:
we had our first quiz in ITF (i forgot what them letters stand for heh heh. well bright minds dont pay much attention to trivialities anyway) the other friday. the teacher was a cool lady named Bermudez who was rather on the heavy side, but that just made her more fun (this is a compliment so dont go pointing a finger at me like you're some saint sweetheart). pretty much the boring stuff that happens in quizzes happened -- there was identification, enumeration, no copying your seatmate's answer-ation, a few groans from those who didnt know what ARPA stands for-ation, that sort of stuff. and then it was pencils up and pass towards the front-ation. see, the seating arrangement divided the class in two, left and right, which, for the professor, was handy cause she just switched the two piles of paper and made us check someone-from-the-other-side-of-the-room's paper.
alas, somebody complained that he wasnt given one to check. nobody though had two papers in their hands. Bermudez, good-natured as she was, suddenly crossed her brows, narrowed her eyes and turned something fierce the way a hippo- i mean a cat, does when it smelled something fishy. she made each one of us stand up as our name was called, in the end locating the person whose paper was "missing". John Bronson(is that how it's spelled?) apparently didnt know where his paper had gone either but he was positive he turned it in. after a few more disbelieving clicks and suspecting stares from bermudez - not to mention some not uncalled jokes from classmates who found this all so amusing (me included) - she finally decided to just give Bronson a special quiz after class. talk about hassle.
my point, i'm pretty sure that Bermudez already knew what happened basing from the look she got while she inquired Bronson, we were probably thinking the same thing. it was just a matter of evidence. it isnt really that hard to figure out, i mean, why would somebody from an international class(meaning from different majors) hide a test paper of someone they werent exactly acquainted to? Bronson definitely looked alone and friendless from my vantage point so im assuming nobody that sat acroos him from the room can be considered an acquaintance. now unless some supernatural force wanted some amusement of its own (yes, i can be that cynic sometimes), jury says "guilty."
a quirky story:
we had our first quiz in ITF (i forgot what them letters stand for heh heh. well bright minds dont pay much attention to trivialities anyway) the other friday. the teacher was a cool lady named Bermudez who was rather on the heavy side, but that just made her more fun (this is a compliment so dont go pointing a finger at me like you're some saint sweetheart). pretty much the boring stuff that happens in quizzes happened -- there was identification, enumeration, no copying your seatmate's answer-ation, a few groans from those who didnt know what ARPA stands for-ation, that sort of stuff. and then it was pencils up and pass towards the front-ation. see, the seating arrangement divided the class in two, left and right, which, for the professor, was handy cause she just switched the two piles of paper and made us check someone-from-the-other-side-of-the-room's paper.
alas, somebody complained that he wasnt given one to check. nobody though had two papers in their hands. Bermudez, good-natured as she was, suddenly crossed her brows, narrowed her eyes and turned something fierce the way a hippo- i mean a cat, does when it smelled something fishy. she made each one of us stand up as our name was called, in the end locating the person whose paper was "missing". John Bronson(is that how it's spelled?) apparently didnt know where his paper had gone either but he was positive he turned it in. after a few more disbelieving clicks and suspecting stares from bermudez - not to mention some not uncalled jokes from classmates who found this all so amusing (me included) - she finally decided to just give Bronson a special quiz after class. talk about hassle.
my point, i'm pretty sure that Bermudez already knew what happened basing from the look she got while she inquired Bronson, we were probably thinking the same thing. it was just a matter of evidence. it isnt really that hard to figure out, i mean, why would somebody from an international class(meaning from different majors) hide a test paper of someone they werent exactly acquainted to? Bronson definitely looked alone and friendless from my vantage point so im assuming nobody that sat acroos him from the room can be considered an acquaintance. now unless some supernatural force wanted some amusement of its own (yes, i can be that cynic sometimes), jury says "guilty."
Thursday, November 23, 2006
fuck thy school system
C R A P. Loads of crap.
i started writing this post yestaday in my Computer Programming class while our teacher, for reasons he alone knew, sulked at the teacher's table showing no apparent awareness to the few good souls who cared enough to attend his 7:30:00 am laboratory class. and so there i was, flooding the keyboard with all the creative juices i could squeeze out of my amazing brain so early in the morning when at 7:56:04, the teacher told us that we would be transferring to CL11, another laboratory way up in the third floor (we were in the ground floor). ok. no biggie. i could always save what i was doing as a draft and continue it after about 65 steps in the stairs. i could do that.
and so imagine my
surprise-
shock-
astonishment-
disbelief-
anger-
trust the school system to fuck with my personal doings in life!!!!!!!
anyway, in a much calmer note, please, my post:
its a new day but it feels old(?)
this is my first time to actually post something in here this early in the am. if, that is, you could still call 8 o'clock early. wtf, for me it is. i've been having hell for breakfast last semester because my first class was 7 in the friggin morning; can you imagine the ever annoying sound of an alarm clock (which btw looks like it came from from two centuries ahead of me) wake you up at 6-O-fuckin-5 in the morning straight for five days a week??? not to mention the blasted alarm clock did its weird tut-tut for two long minutes as if making sure that whoever has to wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 MUST wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 and not at any other nanosecond after?? indeed, my alarm clock was asking for trouble...
flash forward to this semester, to the now, to the right now. and oh the suffering continues. you could say that i enjoy school breaks so much that i almost always enroll late in the semester after it. maybe a little too late? because after enduring the worst ever process of enrollment this sem --- what with the friggin control numbers that i had to acquire from every friggin department --- i still
i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!
i started writing this post yestaday in my Computer Programming class while our teacher, for reasons he alone knew, sulked at the teacher's table showing no apparent awareness to the few good souls who cared enough to attend his 7:30:00 am laboratory class. and so there i was, flooding the keyboard with all the creative juices i could squeeze out of my amazing brain so early in the morning when at 7:56:04, the teacher told us that we would be transferring to CL11, another laboratory way up in the third floor (we were in the ground floor). ok. no biggie. i could always save what i was doing as a draft and continue it after about 65 steps in the stairs. i could do that.
and so imagine my
surprise-
shock-
astonishment-
disbelief-
anger-
blind rage-
$%*&^@!!!
when i found that there was no friggin internet friggin connection in the friggin computer friggin laboratory! God, i spent the remaining hour hitting bombs in minesweeper!!!trust the school system to fuck with my personal doings in life!!!!!!!
anyway, in a much calmer note, please, my post:
its a new day but it feels old(?)
this is my first time to actually post something in here this early in the am. if, that is, you could still call 8 o'clock early. wtf, for me it is. i've been having hell for breakfast last semester because my first class was 7 in the friggin morning; can you imagine the ever annoying sound of an alarm clock (which btw looks like it came from from two centuries ahead of me) wake you up at 6-O-fuckin-5 in the morning straight for five days a week??? not to mention the blasted alarm clock did its weird tut-tut for two long minutes as if making sure that whoever has to wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 MUST wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 and not at any other nanosecond after?? indeed, my alarm clock was asking for trouble...
flash forward to this semester, to the now, to the right now. and oh the suffering continues. you could say that i enjoy school breaks so much that i almost always enroll late in the semester after it. maybe a little too late? because after enduring the worst ever process of enrollment this sem --- what with the friggin control numbers that i had to acquire from every friggin department --- i still
i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
ramblings of a maniac.
hey guys
! ---pardon me. i'm plainly assuming here that somebody actually reads stuff in my blog. thank you very much.---i just thought my blog needed some refreshment in the looks department since it's starting to look crowdy and all. anyway, i am so bored and i really should be in class right now but i'm not and i really don't wanna take no more shit from my professor who btw is pregnant so help me god, that is, if i even believe in god, i don't innocently push her from the stairs landing or hide and wait for her to walk by in a deserted corridor and unintentionally spray puddles of my iced tea on the floor or- or- or just make her explode with piper's powers right after i borrowed them from her! and so i'm here talking shit and hoping nobody who is able to figure this out won't come running to her and scream terrorist or judas or son of the devil pointing their filthy fingers at me.... hey! i'm doing some serious acting here so bear with me!
OMG. i'm being the most self-centered ass here and just over there a lady is crying because somebody took her phone and wallet without her knowing... aw.. i would've been sad for her if i didn't think she was a moron. you don't cry over something you lost when you lost it over your imbecilic stupidity. pathetic. and she's even bothering everyone blaming the guys who own the shop and taking rounds to check everyone's bags! great. now all will know about the homemade pillbox i brought with the sole purpose of bombing my pregnant teacher who humiliated my bare ass under the peircing and sickening and cruel and-and-and bitching stares of evryone! go ahead! do that Voldemort laugh you all love!!!!
and finally: thanks for wasting time. and let's all pray for world peace! HUGAS KAMAY!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Unbreakable Cheerleader
it begins as a single individual, seemingly ordinary - except they're not.
HEROES at NBC is a knocker! watch claire bennet walk thru FIRE here:
http://www.ifilm.com/video/2764330
HEROES at NBC is a knocker! watch claire bennet walk thru FIRE here:
http://www.ifilm.com/video/2764330
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
take me to mars
addicting, innit? just finished the second season and im absolutely craving for more!
Veronica Mars. Life's tough. She's tougher.
The streets and corridors are dark in Neptune, whatever the time of day. It's a darkness of spirit, of lies, of secrets, of jealousies, and of murder. And that's just high school.
Veronica Mars is a shining light in the oppressive endless night of Neptune. With her father, Keith, she seeks truths that others hide, justice that others evade, and equality that others stifle with money and power.
Okay. Enough with the hyperbole. Veronica Mars is no superhero. She's painfully human, with all the foibles mankind is heir to. She makes mistakes, she jumps to conclusions, and she can be viciously single-minded in her efforts to get answers to the mysteries in her life. But she's sharp, she's sassy, she's snarky, she's pretty in pink (and red satin), and she has a mean taser (not to mention the adorable Backup). She'll crack the conundrums, explain the enigmas, resolve the riddles, solve the stumpers, and work out the whodunits that weave their paths through the town. A dialogue that dazzles, delivered by a cast that sparkles, makes Veronica Mars one of the best shows on television...ever.
~~~~~from MARS INVESTIGATIONS, The (In)Complete Guide to VERONICA MARS
Veronica Mars. Life's tough. She's tougher.
The streets and corridors are dark in Neptune, whatever the time of day. It's a darkness of spirit, of lies, of secrets, of jealousies, and of murder. And that's just high school.
Veronica Mars is a shining light in the oppressive endless night of Neptune. With her father, Keith, she seeks truths that others hide, justice that others evade, and equality that others stifle with money and power.
Okay. Enough with the hyperbole. Veronica Mars is no superhero. She's painfully human, with all the foibles mankind is heir to. She makes mistakes, she jumps to conclusions, and she can be viciously single-minded in her efforts to get answers to the mysteries in her life. But she's sharp, she's sassy, she's snarky, she's pretty in pink (and red satin), and she has a mean taser (not to mention the adorable Backup). She'll crack the conundrums, explain the enigmas, resolve the riddles, solve the stumpers, and work out the whodunits that weave their paths through the town. A dialogue that dazzles, delivered by a cast that sparkles, makes Veronica Mars one of the best shows on television...ever.
~~~~~from MARS INVESTIGATIONS, The (In)Complete Guide to VERONICA MARS
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