Sunday, February 19, 2006
photopost.

i did nothing since yesterday except shop, clean my room and got a flu. thanx to the dust!:(

i'm allergic to dust!:(

just found out that my intro to research method's assignment is due on wednesday. yay. owh ya, need to study business.

been listening to the same miserable few songs on WMPlayer since last week. still not sick of it yet.
annie lennox, roxxette, kavana, some oc songs, wet wet wet.

Guan Lim thinks lj is very mah fan. and he's complaining to me. true, i asked him to blog on lj, but i never said it was the easiest to handle. well, it is, in a way, but layout wise, im not pro. blogspot, i can make a layout in 2 hours. :)

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Summer: [after Summer and Seth have tricked Taylor into revealing her affair with Dean Hess] Hey, skank.
Seth: You were expecting someone taller? Blonder, with a pageboy haircut?
Summer: Welcome to the Terradome, Townsend. You’re busted.
Taylor Townsend: [smugly] For what, exactly?
Summer: Hmm. A little extracurricular activity with Dean Hess? Yeah. I saw you two making out at the dance.
Taylor Townsend: [smugly] So what if we did?
Seth: [stumped, to Summer] She makes one hell of a poker player. I mean, she’s pretty good.
Summer: Yeah, well, unless you and the Dean want this little thingamajig -
Seth: [corrects Summer] Indiscretion.
Summer: - to go public, we have a few demands. Don’t we?
Seth: Yeah.
Summer: Starting with the lifting of the ban of Ryan Atwood from Harbor.
Taylor Townsend: [indifferent] You can go ahead and tell anyone you want. No-one’s going to believe you.
Seth: [frustrated] She’s like a block of ice.
Summer: You willing to bet your squeaky little reputation on that, Taylor trash? ‘Cause I’ve got a *huge* mouth and an even bigger buddy list. Mmm-hmm.
[whips out Sidekick]
Summer: See this right here? Sidekick. Walkie-talkie of the twenty-first century. Who should we radio first?
Seth: How about my dad?
Summer: Yeah. 10-4, good buddy. So what’s it going to be? You can either tell Seth’s dad the perverted truth and save your sorry ass, or you can roll the dice. Over and out.

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i think i posted that before, but thats such a classic summer roberts scene.

on to the photos..