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1st December 2010

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Easy A - Soundtrack List

Easy A Soundtrack:

1. Change of Seasons (Demo Version) – Sweet Thing
2. Pocketful of Sunshine – Natasha Bedingfield
3. Don’t Cha – The Pussycat Dolls featuring Busta Rhymes
4. Change of Seasons – Sweet Thing
5. Fight Dillon Fight – Rob Walker Marching Band
6. Cupid Shoot Me – Remi Wilson (as Remi Nicole)
7. The Wolf – Miniature Tigers
8. Symphonies – Dan Black
9. Go On – Rooney
10. Trouble Is a Friend – Lenka Kripac (as Lenka)
11. Perfect Picture – Carlos Bertonatti
12. 15 Minutes – The Yeah You’s
13. Confession
14. Parking Lot
15. Phone Call
16. Waka Chaka
17. Numba One (Tide Is High) – Jason Harrow (as Kardinal Offishall) featuring Keri Hilson
18. Move Shake Drop (Remix) – DJ Laz featuring Casely and Flo Rida
19. Bad Reputation – The Dollyrots
20. Sexy Silk – Jessica Cornish
21. When Life Gives Me Lemons I Make Lemonade – The Boy Least Likely To
22. We Go Together – I Heart Homework
23. Go Down Moses
24. Bad Before Good – Day One
25. If You Were Here – Cary Brothers
26. Good Life – OneRepublic
27. Rhapsody of the Awesome
28. Satellite – Kram
29. Knock on Wood – Brad Segal (as Bradley A. Segal) and Doug Bossi
30. Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Simple Minds
31. Don’t You (Forget About Me) – A.M. (as AM)
32. Big Jet Plane – Angus & Julia Stone
33. Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen
34. Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie

15th June 2010

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Night in Rodanthe.

Aku tertarik dengan rumah ni. Aku merayau dalam alam maya mencari gambar-gambar pasal mengenai rumah ini. Rumah ditepi pantai memang bagus. Cuma, dari segi kejuruteraan bahan, mungkin tidak tahan lama. Lagi satu: “Jangan berumah ditepi pantai, kalau takut dilambung ombak!” Sumber: Oakville Wedding Photography.

Rumah ini dah senget. Sayangkan, rumah lawa begini.

Kalau perasan, dalam ‘Dear John’ inilah tempat dimana mereka mula berkenalan. Rupanya dekat je dengan rumah diatas. Erm. Kalau ditanya mana part yang lawa di Korea ni, aku kata Jeju-do. Masa itu, aku berimpian menaiki kereta tak ada bumbung dengan (sesiapa) disebelah menyusur laluan ditepi pantai. Angan-angan je.

Kebosanan mencipta kelainan.

14th October 2008

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Perbualan Pukul 9:50 Pagi.

Prebet: adib

Prebet: semlam jong ada ckp ak

ChemicalNova: apa dia..?

Prebet: kelas matlab tu smpi bila??

Prebet: exact date??

ChemicalNova: mana ada lg

ChemicalNova: lul..

Prebet: bila akn ditentukan ?

ChemicalNova: ari ni

Prebet: ada perjumpaan lagi ??

ChemicalNova: bkn ko pergi ke semalam..?

Prebet: hehe. aku sibuk hapal balphyo

ChemicalNova: lol…

ChemicalNova: mayb ada..

ChemicalNova: x pun by ruben

Prebet: oo

Prebet: ko agak2 smpi bila kelas tu ?

ChemicalNova: aku bukan jong dow…

ChemicalNova: x tau…

Prebet: kk

*aku ‘tension’ dengan soalan yang bukan patut aku jawab.

13th October 2008

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Aku akan mencarimu.

Lirik: Adib Yazid

(Cubaan untuk dimasukkan lagu)

Aku tahu…
Suatu masa kau akan meninggalkanku.
Aku akan cuba mencarimu.
Kemana-mana kau pergi.
Dari jadi bodoh menanti kau datang.
Harap kau sudi mencariku.

C)Antara kau dan aku.
Macam langit dan bumi.
Peduli kata orang.
Aku dan kau adalah kawan.
Jika aku tiada disebelah kau.
Panggil namaku.
Aku akan mencarimu.

Kau pulang dari kelas.
Meracau tak tentu pasal.
Marahi semua benda didepan kau.
Termasuk aku seorang kawanmu.
Aku cuba diam tanpa kata.
Bukan kerana aku takutkan kau.
Kerana aku kawan baikmu.

C)Antara kau dan aku.
Macam langit dan bumi.
Peduli kata orang.
Aku dan kau adalah kawan.
Jika aku tiada disebelah kau.
Panggil namaku.
Aku akan mencarimu.

Kau tahu…
Bagaimana kita bertemu.
Kau berbaju kameja kotak.
Dan berkasut Pallas hitam.
Pakaian kau sama denganku.
Kau pegang tanganku dan kata.
“Boleh kita berkawan?”

C)Antara kau dan aku.
Macam langit dan bumi.
Peduli kata orang.
Aku dan kau adalah kawan.
Jika aku tiada disebelah kau.
Panggil namaku.
Aku akan mencarimu.
Aku akan mencarimu.

12th October 2008

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Father Forget

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little
paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily
wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the
library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily
I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross
to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because
you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to
task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when
you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You
gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You
spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off
to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand
and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in
reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came
up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.
There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before
your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would
be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how
you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption,
you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge,
and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your
small arms tightended with an affection that God had set
blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped
from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What
has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of
reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It
was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too
much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own
years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your
character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn
itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous
impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters
tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and
I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these
things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But
tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer
when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my
tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it
were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you
now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are
still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your
head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.