Josh Kelley - Two Cups Of Coffee.

Another year older, another million lessons to learn.

Here's to a couple million more.

19. Finally.

Next stop, Singapore. (:

Get ready Sentosa, because we're coming at 'cha.

11:11 - The wishing hour.

I saw "The Princess and The Frog" today. Knowing me, I was drawn to the beautiful hand-drawn scenery, the larger than life characters and the intriguing plot, no matter how cliche it may be.

One important "character" in the movie was the evening star. You would make a wish on her as she shone brightly in the dark, midnight blue sky and somehow... she'd answer your call and all of your dreams would come true.

What if.... I could wish on a star? What would I wish for? Oh, the possibilities are endless. Limitless and never-ending.

I need not physical things. I am lucky enough to have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly. Lucky enough to have certain types of luxuries that other people may not be able to afford, like gourmet meals for instance. Or even this computer that I'm typing on at this very moment.

Material goods are not what I'm searching for.

I yearn for so much more than that.

The question now is: Do wishes ever come true for those who wish hard enough or do enough for themselves to finally deserve that wish? Will the deserving ever get their happily ever after? Or are we all doomed to waste away our lives searching for something we may never have?

30 Seconds To Mars - This Is War/100 Suns.

A warning to people, good and evil
This is war
To the Soldier, The Civilian, The Martyr, The Victim
This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
It's the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left
we will fight to the death
To the Edge of the Earth,
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
we will fight to the death
To the Edge of the Earth,
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

A warning to the Prophet, the Liar, the Honest

This is war

To the Leader, the Pariah, the Victim, the Messiah

This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie

It's the moment to live and the moment to die

The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left

we will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth,

It's a brave new world from the last to the first

To the right, to the left,

We will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth

It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

I do believe in the light, raise your hands up to the sky

The fight is done, the war is won, lift your hands towards the sun

towards the sun,

(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie

it's the moment to live and the moment to die, the moment to fight)

the war is won ( to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight )

To the right, to the left

we will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth,

It's a brave new world from the last to the first

To the right, to the left,

We will fight to the death

To the Edge of the Earth

It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

A brave new world

The war is won,

the war is won

A brave new world...

I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start

I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars

I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark

I believe in nothing, but the beating of our hearts (woah ohs)

I believe in nothing, 100 suns until we part

I believe in nothing, not in satan not in god

I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war

I believe in nothing, but the truth of who we are

Jang Ri In featuring Xiah Junsu - Timeless.

Note: This is a work of fiction and has zero to do with my personal life. Just saying. Interpret as you will, comment and let me know your thoughts. (:

Empty.

You’re roaming the halls of an art gallery. Marveling at the exquisite pieces scattered all over the rooms, packed into little corners with plaques describing the artist, the story behind the art and their visions.

Statuesque sculptures carved from ice cold marble, magnificent portraits with their swirling colors, so carefully detailed and captured so realistically that you can’t help but wonder if they were once alive and somehow frozen into their current state of being. Some are locked in depictions of war, sheer determination on their faces as they raise their swords high, ready to strike. Some are melancholic, sadness emanating off of their being, tears trailing down their cheeks as they curl into a ball, consoling themselves with the warmth of their own bodies. Some are in a state of utter joy with permanent laugh lines around their eyes as they frolic underneath an acrylic yellow sun, basking in the warmth, bright green grass underneath their feet.

Everything is so vivid that you never want to turn away, as you wonder what might happen next.

Yet, you move forward. Still in awe of everything you have seen thus far. Wanting nothing more than to remember all that you have seen forever and to have a piece of it all to take home with you.

And then… you come across something that catches your eye. A delicate piece of ivory, carved into the shape of a strong, powerful lion. Onyx eyes glistening like stars in the midnight sky, its fiery mane thick and lush, perfectly defined like the rest of its anatomy. Yet… despite its proud countenance, you see a glimpse of warmth in its eyes… you even see a hint of love. That’s when you notice what’s next to it. An elegant lioness, lying right beside the great lion. Her own head held high, a paw placed over her partner’s bigger one as she gazes into the open, her own onyx eyes sparkling with complete affection for the lion whom watches over her, protecting.

Even looking at the two ivory lions, makes you feel protected. Loved. You’re overwhelmed with emotions you never knew possible, a far cry from the previous works of art you’ve gazed upon. So you just stand there. Allowing yourself to feel everything, opening your heart up to all those emotions.

Suddenly, the light dims upon the lions. Darkness envelopes them from each side and you gasp. You bound forward in a desperate attempt to save the carvings but to no avail. It’s disappeared. Vanished into thin air. You look around hastily as you struggle to understand what just happened. You had beauty at your very fingertips and it was marvelous. You had the opportunity to set your sight upon something that was made with complete love and care by the artist. You were privileged enough to have been blessed with something amazing.

But it just isn’t meant to be.

And you’re left with emptiness once again as you walk out of the gallery, head hanging. Disappointment and grief circling the thoughts in your head, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings get stronger with each passing moment.

Empty.

Oh, so empty.

John Mayer - Dreaming With A Broken Heart.

Day One Hundred Sixty-Seven: tears, originally uploaded by MargauxV.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

Then waking up is the hardest part 

You roll outta bed and down on your knees 

And for a moment you can hardly breathe 

Wondering was she really here? 

Is she standing in my room? 

No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

The giving up is the hardest part 

She takes you in with her crying eyes 

Then all at once you have to say goodbye 

Wondering could you stay my love? 

Will you wake up by my side? 

No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands? 

Would you get them if I did? 

No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 

The waking up is the hardest part

I have never understood this song as much as I do now.

John Mayer - Battle Studies.

Freedom, originally uploaded by La Bella Sandra Photography.

"Who says I can't be free from all of the things that I used to be?
Rewrite my history, who says I can't be free?"

Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster.

Note: this post might kill your browser what with the videos and all... I don't have much to talk about due to the lack of a social life. So, I'll just talk about what I know best.

I'm totally in love with this album. It may only have 8 new songs, but every single one has a different theme and a different feel to it. Lady Gaga is a genius and I'm honestly not afraid to admit that I'm a total and complete fangirl.




"Speechless" is probably my favorite track off of the album. It's such a poignant piano-rock ballad and a complete turnaround from what Gaga usually does. Plus, her performance at the AMA's was NUTS. Cray cray she may be, she knows how to write a kick-ass song.

Gaga's performance of "Bad Romance" and "Speechless" at the American Music Awards.

Y'all should watch before it gets taken down. 

GODga. srsly.

Rating for The Fame Monster: 5/5. How can you not love an album filled with songs that make you want to dance?

John Mayer's new album "Battle Studies" is another one that I'm really impressed with. He's deviated from the bluesy "Continuum" as this album is much more pop-rock oriented. There's also a appearance from Taylor Swift in the song "Half of my Heart" which is a beautiful tune in it's own. The perfect album to play on that drive home or while you're reading a good book. His new music video is also one of the first to use Augmented Reality, so it's pretty awesome. "Assassin" is a stand-out track on the album, in my opinion. The song has the deepest lyrics ( I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen / I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing / I'm an assassin and I had a job to do / Little did I know that girl was an assassin too ), the best guitar work on the album and a catchy hook. 

Rating for Battle Studies: 4/5. The only downside to this album is that it lacks the magic that "Continuum" had. It falls short of itself with only 11 tracks, some sounding a little too much like the other.




Kris Allen's debut album is really good too. He stays completely true to his pop-rock-acoustic roots and it translates well from the Idol stage to his own original material. "The Truth" is my favorite track off the album. I have no idea why, but it just popped out at me when I first heard it. The second I heard the chorus, "Trying to be perfect, trying not to let you down / honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me right now / while the floors underneath our feet are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling / I still stand here holding up the roof / 'coz it's easier than telling the truth", I just felt an emotional connection to it that I can't quite explain. Basically, it's just an extremely beautiful song and the rest of the album is filled with catchy hooks that would make you want to bop your head despite a few weaker tracks.

Rating for Kris Allen: 3.5/5. It's a pretty solid post-Idol debut album. But, it's bogged down by too many songs sounding wayyyyyyy too much like the other. Plus, the "new and improved" version of "Heartless" took ages to grow on me. I liked the original take he did while on Idol more.

I've also been hearing rave reviews about Adam Lambert's debut album "For Your Entertainment". Time to download it and be amazed.

That is all. Goodbye. I hope you weren't too bored by this.

Taylor Swift - Fearless.

I wrote this like a week or two ago, so it's pretty backdated. Figured I should post it or else it would've just rotted in my drafts.

I was at vocal class the other day and I saw this girl of probably about 14 or 15? I'm making a rough estimate based off the way she looked. Judging from her uniform of green and white, I gathered that she was from the private school a short walking distance away from my class. Anyway, I wasn't really bothered about her because I was pretty busy playing Peggle and Cake Mania on my phone. Addictive stuff, let me tell you that. Difficult too. So there I was minding my own business until I saw something that caught my attention.

This girl walking in was closely followed by her maid who was carrying this girl's guitar case in for her as though it were just oh-so-heavy-and-difficult to "lug" around. I'm using the word "lug" very loosely. here, by the way. Then she proceeded to place it down on the floor with much care and carefully opened said case while this girl just sat around acting as though the world owed her everything.

The hammer on the nail? Even after her maid had done all this, this girl just walked into the room for class  totally nonchalantly, her nose in the air (figuratively, not literally) while her teacher got up to fetch the guitar for her.

The first thing that struck me when I saw this was a mixture of feelings consisting of  15% disgust, 30% shame and 55% disdain for this young girl's behavior. Then the second thought that ran through my head was that my mother would probably smack me from side to side like a rag doll, yelling, "No hands or legs, ah?" if I ever acted like that.

Scary stuff.

Later while I was relaying the story to A, who hardly ever goes a day without listening to my random outbursts of nothing. He only had two words to say about the issue.

"Pampered much?"

Far from eloquent, yes, that's my A. But, it's so true.

Are the younger generation so sheltered, so pampered to a point where it becomes so difficult for them to become independent? Will they be able to stand on their own two feet in the near future when they finally have to venture into the real world far away from the comfort of mommy and daddy?

It's not something I understand... the whole act of protecting a child from anything and everything. Treating them as though they can't do things on their own. I grew up learning that my mother will never be there for me forever, yet I'm still struggling with finding my footing in the world. I'm perfectly aware that I'm far from being the perfect poster child of independence or responsibility, but it's just something that escapes me. Why make someone else do something that you yourself are perfectly capable of doing on your own, with your own two hands?

Another thing, kids now are so goddamn STUPID. I doubt that I was THAT stupid or naive back when I was 13 or 14. Hearing the stories my sister relays to me about her classmates is hilarious, I'll give them that, but it's sad all at the same time. Some of them don't even know who Hitler is for crying out loud. Book smart some of them may be, but they have zero common sense and life skills.

I just don't get it. I don't think I want to even try to figure out how these kids are going to survive on their own in the future.

Am I just getting "old" or am I reading too much into this?

Orianthi - Suffocated.

Is it worth it for me to keep investing so much emotion and passion into everything?

Damn.... I thought I finally got over those feelings.

Glee Cast - No Air.

This morning, I got an e-mail from an old friend regarding a school project that he had to do. He's required to interview as many people as he can regarding a certain topic, to analyze said interview and finally, required to script it then perform it word for word, as how the person interviewed answered.

He asked me, along with many others the following:

What is the ONE thing(person/event etc...) that You miss from your childhood OR Being a kid.

Needless to say, it was intriguing.

 

He said to be as honest. To be as open as one could with the question. And I replied him as such:

One thing I miss from my childhood was the simplicity of it all.

You know when the only things you had to think about was whether or not your Barbie doll's hair was brushed or if you would be able to steal a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner without getting caught? You don't think about the repercussions of anything at all because there were never any major decisions that you had to make. Things were the way they were. No veils. No... facades to maintain.

And then you grow up. You grow up and... and you're being forced to make decisions that may or may not change the entire course of your life.

You go to school and you learn. You learn about things that interest you, you learn about things that bore you to tears. Academic things that you may never use again in your life. And then... You learn life lessons along the way. Like how to deal with a death of a loved one. How to... deal with a friend who you no longer speak to but miss to death. You learn how to deal with people who put you down and how to stand up for yourself. You learn how it feels to fall in love and to be loved back in return. You find out how it feels to have your heart broken, whether it be by external forces or because of your own hand. And you learn how to form a barrier around yourself so you don't get hurt. You become a cynic. Even the most positive individual... will have their own moments of defeat, grief and negativity.... You no longer perceive the world as that bright, sunshine-filled place you once loved. It's so much more darker. Grim. And it's just... scary.

Things were so simple back then. You didn't have to deal with the complexities of life as you do now.

Because all you had to do, all you knew how to do... was live in the moment.

I only wonder if people feel the same way that I do...

Eric Hutchinson - Outside Villanova.

I should probably at least make an attempt to update this.

SADLY, MY LIFE IS BORING. SORRY TO BE A DEBBIE DOWNER, BUT IT REALLY IS QUITE DULL. So today, let me talk about the most random thing I can think of without boring the world.

ADAM LAMBERT'S UPCOMING 2012 SINGLE, "TIME FOR MIRACLES".

Ya lah, I know you're bored already but I can't help it! Even Brian May's hair is moved by this epic! It sounds amazing so far. YES PEOPLE, I JUDGE BASED OFF THAT ONE MINUTE SNIPPET.

Oh fine. I won't talk about Adam Lambert.

I'll talk about...

 KRIS ALLEN'S ALBUM COVER.

LOOKIT HIS WIDDLE FACE. IT'S SO PRESH, MO PRESH.

That's the kind of face that could sink a thousand ships. Like Helen of Troy. Except this time, it's Kris of Arkansas. BAM! A thousand ships just sunk while you were looking at his face. BAM! Another thousand just sunk while you were reading that line. BAM! Another... well, you get my drift....

Hold up....

I SMELL CHICKEN FLOSS. IN THE OFFICE. *SNIFF SNIFF*.

IT SMELLS HEAVENLY. I'd like some in my belly. SOMEONE FEED ME COZ I DON'T THINK YOU'RE READY FOR THIS JELLY. *dances to Bootylicious*

Well, this was fun. Also, I have Tauhu Bakar with me. A whole box full. Be jealous. It is deliciouso. OM NOM NOM.

Something Corporate - Me & The Moon.

My privacy is at risk.

I cannot put up with this shit. A new blog is being set up as I type all this out, so if you want access to that, let me know via Facebook and/or MSN.

This blog will still exist for more nonsensical entries that make zero to little sense. Meaning a lot of fangirl entries or for any "deep" thoughts that I might have. Not that I have any of those anymore...

I have too much to lose. I will not submit.

Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One.

I know I've been neglecting this blog for a long time. But I haven't had much I've wanted to say. I don't want this blog to end up turning into another empty portion of cyberspace filled with nonsensical entries about what I ate today or what I wore today. I don't know... I just feel much more comfortable posting when I actually feel passionate about it rather than filling this up with empty words.

Speaking of emptiness... It's been months since I last felt this way or even had an inkling of negativity appear within the confinements of my thoughts.

Right now, what I'm feeling is a strange mixture of emptiness, worry and most of all: fear. It's like a dark, malevolent being has been gradually twisting itself like smoke and ivy around my very soul over the past month or so.

It's probably because I'm worried about whether or not I'm going to get into Auckland. The thought of not being able to go is horrific. What would I do with myself if I that letter of acceptance never arrives at my doorstep? I don't think I want to go through the pain of feeling like a complete and total failure after all that effort I've put into my application.

I can literally say that my blood, sweat and especially my tears were put into my audition tape. Late nights at the studio and all those afternoons where I practically slaved away at lyrics and at melodies that made little to no sense at all, trying to piece the puzzle together in a desperate attempt to come up with a decent song or hook. It comes so easily to some people but for me, it's another hurdle I have to leap over; yet another river to paddle my way across. It's another challenge I have to face on my own. And proud as I may be about the fact that I faced this challenge head on, I can't help but fear. I can't help but to be afraid about the million different ways things could go right or worse, wrong.

All I can do now is just wait. To hope and pray that things will work out the way I want them to.

I have never wanted something so badly to the point where it hurts. It hurts just to think about the what ifs and the maybes. I will not settle for anything less than a "YES".

I may be a patient person, but I've never enjoyed the waiting.

Seconds, hours, so many days. You know what you want, but how long can you wait?

Muse - Exogenesis: Symphony, Pt 1: Overture.

Erm. I know I promised a Lady Gaga concert review. But, to be frank, I'm lazy as hell. I mean, I have to edit photos and shit and hunt down actual HQ photos to show you what she looked like and all that jazz. So, yes. Lazy. Is my middle name. I was going to post a video of her VMA performance, but DAMN them copyright people are FAST. So, no video. ):

Basically, if you want to know how the Singapore trip went, MSN is the way to go because then I can flail all I want without having to think about good grammar and good spelling.

My life after A-Levels in a nutshell?

Twitter has taken over my life. And so has my preparations for my university application. Writing 3 songs is no easy feat. Well, not for me it isn't. Yes, I know people can write songs in less than ten minutes. Sorry to say, I'm not them.

Andandand I bought Lee Hom's Music Man Concert DVD! God, I love him. You know that someone's music means something to you when you just burst into tears when they start singing your all-time favorite song.

And Glee is amazing. THAT IS ALL.

My headers rotate themselves now too. ^.^

Yes, I use lala smileys. SO SUE ME.

James Morrison - Please Don't Stop The Rain.

I'm sorry for being a such a lazy.... person (that's a lie, you know I'm not sorry), I was about to say something else but there are children here. The review for Lady Gaga's concert is coming up soon, once I get all the blurry ass pictures somewhat sorted out.

Well, excuse me for not bringing a better camera. It's not my fault I had a little tiff the night before I left with my Dad which then resulted in me not being able to borrow his camera.

But here's a little teaser. This was the picture they used to tease US for a good half an hour after the over-extensive opening act. And lemme tell you this. BEING TEASED IS NOT FUN. NO. IT IS NOT. IT IS ANNOYING AND GUHHHH. NO. NOT FUN.

I'm facepalming myself just thinking about the agony they put us through for two hours.

It's safe to say that my feet hurt like a total bitch after the show and for the next two days following the gig, but it was totally worth the experience because Lady Gaga is amazing live. To the haters who say that she can't sing live, I think that she's proven all of you wrong. Her voice is extremely powerful in real life and her stage presence is astounding. She's also really funny and I love that she didn't tone ANYTHING down. I would also like to add that she is absolutely gorgeous in real life.

I leave you with a quote! Or two!

"You guys don't need me! You already know all the words. I'm just another blonde bitch in bubbles."

"Thank you, Singapore! I love you! Chilli crab!"

That's probably enough stuff for people to contemplate over. Don't get your panties in a twist, benches. The review's coming.

I would also like to add that James Morrison and Michael Johns' albums are A+. Something tells me that the jump from Lady Gaga to stuff by James Morrison proves that my taste in music is somewhat twisted. :\

And while I'm at it, since it was my first trip to Singapore, let me just say this:

I LOVE SINGAPORE.

Someone take me back! It's so clean! The people are so nice! The sky was so blue! None of that hazed up shit we have back here. There were so many pedestrians! I love the fact that the main form of getting around was to walk! It was like London all over again when I walked from Victoria all the way down to London Bridge, except this time, we walked from Takashimaya or whatever the place is called all the way back down along Orchard Road to Jalan Bras Basah! I love that I got a pair of Ipanema's for $20 instead of RM70! I love that I got 2 books for only $20 because those books would be dead expensive back here! Did I mention that it's really clean?! I LOVE THAT IT WAS SO CLEAN. OH GOD. THE CLEANLINESS.

Can we go back? I'd like to go back. FIELD TRIP TO SINGAPORE, PEOPLE. WHO'S IN?

And as for A2, this is the only thing I have to say: Fuck Law.

Lady Gaga - Boys Boys Boys.

"Give me something I wanna be. Retro glamour, Hollywood.

Yes, we live for the fame. Doing it for the fame."

Not many people know this, but I'm kind of a Lady Gaga fangirl. And I have taken that fangirl quality of mine to the next level. I have done the unthinkable. The unbelievable. Something that only psychotic individuals do unfortunately, and I'm dragging Yvonne down along with me:

LADY GAGA LIVE IN SINGAPORE NEXT TUESDAY WEDNESDAY, BENCHES!!!
(APPARENTLY I DON'T KNOW THE DAY OF THE WEEK ANYMORE. LOL. THIS IS MY LIFE.)

Don't look at me like I'm crazy! I'm not! I swear! I SEE YOU THERE, JIA HUEY. ROLLING YOUR EYES. DON'T DO THAT. IT'S RUDE.

Anyway. In my personal opinion, despite all of her eccentricities, Lady Gaga is pretty much a musical prodigy to an extent. The Fame is one of the most well crafted pop albums of today that I have had the liberty to listen to and her acoustic interpretations of "Poker Face" and "Paparazzi" on the piano are really good.

I've never been one to listen to electro-dance-pop on such a usual basis, but The Fame has been one of my most listened to albums over the past few months. Most of the songs on the album have an catchy beat or a hook that stays in your head for the majority of the week. Her lyrics offer a different perspective of the underground and entertainment scene and it's fact that her writings revolve around said lifestyle that makes me love her music so much. It's like a mini-documentary of the underground scene.

Her music videos are works of total art. And I'm not a cinematographer or a director, so I am unable to comment further other than the fact that her music videos are just so goddamn pretty despite being somewhat trippy at times. THE VIDEO FOR "PAPARAZZI", MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SOMEONE PUT DRUGS IN MY WEED. IT'S LIKE BEING TRIPPED OUT ON ACID. NOT THAT I'VE EVER BEEN TRIPPED OUT ON ACID, BUT YOU GET MY DRIFT.

She's all that and a bag of chips! So, YES.

LADY GAGA LIVE IN SINGAPORE NEXT TUESDAY WEDNESDAY, BENCHES!!!

THIS IS PRETTY MUCH THE BEST ACOUSTIC VERSION OF "POKERFACE" SHE'S DONE. EVER. OMG SHE MADE IT SOUND LIKE A CLASSICAL PIECE, MADE IT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A JAZZ CLUB OR A CABARET. SHE MADE IT TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY UNIQUE.

IT. IS. PURE. GENIUS.

Need I say anything more?

And now we're back to your regular programming of AI Season 8 'Pershation.

THIS WILL NEVER NOT BE FUNNY.

SRSLY. LOOKIT BB ADAM'S FACE. SO CUTE.

& LOOKIT BB KRIS' FACE. IT LOOKS JUST LIKE CASTRO'S.

LET ME REITERATE WITH THE HELP OF SPARKLE TEXT.

NEVER NOT FUNNY.

AND HERE'S A CONVERSATION SOME LUCKY BENCH HAD WITH KRISTOPHER.

PERSON 1: "HANG ON A SECOND"
KRIS ALLEN: HELLO, JULIA.
JULIA: OMG, SHUT UP.
KRIS: DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP.
JULIA: OMG OMG OMG I'M SORRY THAT'S WHAT I SAY WHEN I'M SURPRISED.
KRIS: THAT WASN'T VERY NICE.
JULIA: OMG, I'M SO SORRY. OMG, HOW ARE YOU?
KRIS: GOOD, HOW ARE YOU? WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?
JULIA: BC AARON ONLY GOT HER ONE BACKSTAGE PASS.
KRIS: OOH, THAT AARON (AARON = DRUMMER FOR IDOL TOUR).
JULIA: OMG, *RAMBLES ON ABOUT HOW I REALLY ENJOYED HIS SHOW AND HOW MY CAMERA DIED RIGHT BEFORE HE CAME ON*
KRIS: AHHH, THAT HAPPENS *THANKS ME FOR LOVING THE SHOW*
KRIS: OK, WELL, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU BACK TO YOUR FRIEND NOW, BUT WE WISH YOU WERE HERE.
JULIA: *DIES INSIDE* THANKS FOR TALKING TO ME, GOOD LUCK ON THE TOUR!
KRIS: THANKS, BYE.

And I can totally see Kristopher saying these out loud.... in my head.... I'm not crazy. It's just too cute imagining him saying it in his slight twinge of a Southern accent.... *sighs*

Oh, be still my beating heart. Kristopher Neil Allen has ruined men for me.

What you are hearing now is the sound of my heart exploding and melting at the same time, into tiny glittery, rhinestone-studded, plaid-wearing hearts. ♥

I would also like to add this:

KRADAM LIVES.
I SWEAR TO GOD, THEY LIVE.
PLEASE REFER TO @ADAMLAMBERT'S BUBBLETWEETS FOR MORE INFORMATION.
BRB FLIPPING SHIT.

David Bowie - Fame.

Yesterday, I got down to some deep thinking. I haven't been thinking very deeply for months, so it's about goddamn time.

And I realized that I have never wanted something as much as I do this.

I want to live that lifestyle so badly it hurts. The more I think about it, the more I want it. In all my years, I've never wanted to live that life as much as I do now.

My bones ache for it. Screams for it. Every fiber of my being is telling me that there is where I want to be, that it's where I belong. It cries out to me like a giant humpbacked whale, singing it's song out into the unknown.

I want. And I will get.

On a more lighter note, because a post from me is never complete without THIS!

STRIP BABY STRIP.

And Adam bids you adieu.

And the reason why I hardly ever update my blog now, is because I have Twatter, I mean, Twitter and it's pretty much the best thing ever. I'm so addicted to it, it's not even funny. SO SHAMELESS PLUGGING, if some people didn't notice that my sidebar displays it.

"So fresh. Mo fresh."

Reference sponsored by Kris Allen.

SOMEONE TAKE ME OUT FOR A MOVIE OR SOMETHING SRSLY.

Adam Lambert - Starlight (Live @ Portland).

This is what happens when you put me and Jia Huey together. Absolute LOLS and chaos ensues:

jia,rockstar. says:
haha
omg yi ming
i think our minds are deteriorating
wtf
spelling?
corrent?
yes no yes no hmmmm?
omg

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
correct!

jia,rockstar. says:
correct also spell wrong

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
lololol
byebye spellingggg

jia,rockstar. says:
noooooooooo
i will miss you

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
R.I.P
NEED AN EULOGY?

jia,rockstar. says:
um
can also
say nice things about my spelling okay

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
today! we mourn the passing of Jia Huey's spelling.
It was a wonderful companion.
helping her throughout her entire life whilst in primary school. then secondary school where it helped her suck up to Pn. Monica.
ALAS
it left us too soon!

jia,rockstar. says:
SOBZ!!!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
because Jia Huey's spelling, hung out too much with Yi Ming's acronyms.

jia,rockstar. says:
sniff sniff
I BLAME YOU YI MING'S ACRONYMS!
YOU DID THIS!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
THEY TOOK DRUGS AND GOT HIGH AND ASKED EACH OTHER "HEY GUYS. DID SOMEONE PUT DRUGS IN MY WEED?"

jia,rockstar. says:
YOU KILLED JIA HUEY'S SPELLING!
I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT YOURSELF!!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
*SOMEONE IN AUDIENCE LOLS IRL -ISACTUALLYME-*

jia,rockstar. says:
I HOPE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT!!!
I HOPE WHEN YOU FINALLY DO, YOU GET NIGHTMARES!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
*bangs gavel on table*
HUSH!

jia,rockstar. says:
OR GET WOKEN UP BY DAVID ARCHIE'S FIGHTING CATS!!!
I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuu
sobz

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
HUSH CATS!
YOU SHOULDN'T BE FIGHTING ANYWAY
*BANGS GAVEL*
ANYWAY
Before I was so RUDELY interrupted.
We mourn the passing of an exceptional being!
One who helped children realise that good grammar and good spelling is the root of all that is good and pure in the world.

jia,rockstar. says:
YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DEPRAVED THE WORLD OF!
WE LOST AN EXCEPTIONAL BEING!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
You will now live in that giant blackboard/keyboard/computer in the sky, and keep on helping the world with their horrible English.

jia,rockstar. says:
YOU DID THIS YOU DID THIS!!!!!!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
*BANGS GAVEL AND SIGNALS TO SECURITY*
*BIG FAT SECURITY MEN GRABS LOUD PERSON AND THROWS OUT OF HALL*
AGAIN. before I was so RUDELY INTERRUPTED.

jia,rockstar. says:
ahem, that loud person you threw out was Jia Huey's spelling's MOTHER

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
Keep on spelling rightly and justly in that ~godly~ way, within the neverending confinements of the skyyyyyyyyy. AMEN.
OOPS
EULOGY OVER
fine bring her back
*BIG FAT SECURITY PEOPLE BRINGS BACK WITH A PACIFIER IN SPELLING'S MOM'S MOUTH*
NOW HUSH CATS. YOU SHOULDN'T BE OVERREACTING ANYWAY.

jia,rockstar. says:
*suck suck suck*
meh
omg
super funny!

yiming. blllollllllu. says:
DUDE
I'M LOLING IRL
SO HARD
LSDJALSKJALSJFLASJF

"HUSH CATS" reference sponsored by David Archuleta.

AND @JIAHUEY (is on Twitter too often):

GAY IT UP GAY IT UP GAY IT UP.
TAKE A NOTE FROM ADAM'S BOOK.

AND HELLO. UNF.

HATERS TO THE LEFT.

YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TO MAKE AN IDOL REFERENCE IN EVERY POST AND RAPE THE CAPS LIKE NO TOMORROW. KEEPS THINGS MO' FRESH!

BLLLOLLLLLLU.

AND THIS IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING I HAVE SEEN IN AGES. I'M MELTING INTO A POOL OF ABDROOL. I LOVE POCKET IDOL AND HIS WIFE, POLLY POCKET SO SO MUCH. ARE THEY NOT PRECIOUS?

I AIN'T WORRIED ABOUT TRYNA FIT IN. LONG AS YOU'RE COOL WE COULD BE FRYANDS. EVERYBODY DO THE MOONWALK!

Michael Jackson - Earth Song.

If you asked anyone who knew me about who my heroes or greatest influences are, they would definitely cite Michael Jackson as one of them or even my biggest hero (other than my mom, but that's a different story).

I cannot even begin to express the respect and admiration that I have for him. He epitomized the pop music scene. Hell, he has made contributions to the music scene that no other individual will be able to mimic. His music has changed my life in so many ways, I wouldn't be where or who I am without it.

People might think that it's somewhat stupid that a person could have such a huge influence on me, but I literally grew up with his music. His music is what molded me into what I am today. His lyrics have the ability to affect me in such a way that it makes me think more than I really should. He is what inspired me to take up the piano in the first place and he is the reason why I'm fighting tooth and nail to be able to make music my career, to make it my entire life.

When I was about 3 or 4, I would dress up in the most ridiculous outfits, pop that video tape of his concert from the Dangerous Tour that my dad bought me into the player and pretend that I was just like him, singing into a water bottle/hairbrush/toothbrush whilst attempting to emulate his dance moves and just wishing that I could have just a little bit of his star quality or his talent. I still feel like that little girl who would have given anything in the world to be as talented as he was.

Yet, people call him "weird". They call him a "freak". They call him a "pedophile". They call him the worst things that people could ever say and to be honest, it hurts to know that this is all they see. Instead of praising or commending him for his work, people overlook all of that and nitpick on his personal life, which I personally find absolutely disgusting.

Why don't you try telling that to the 5 year old who had the chance of a lifetime to see him in his element. To see him live not once, but TWICE and had the best nights of her entire life just watching him do what he does best. Tell that to the 5 year old, who eagerly waited outside his hotel, just to catch a glimpse of him (WHICH SHE SO TOTALLY DID, SO SUCK ON THAT) with a photo of him in her hands, just hoping and praying so hard that he would sign it and make her entire day, or even make her entire childhood (WHICH HE SO TOTALLY DID, SO SUCK ON THAT TOO). Can you do what he's done? Can you emulate what he has contributed to the music world, to the entire society with all the work he has done for children, what he has done to the community?If you can't, then just stfu and gtfo.

I am devastated, I will not deny it. I cried when I heard the news. I went through the 5 stages of grief. My heart felt like a rock in my chest. I am still in denial. I am still devastated because I have to reiterate yet again, the fact that Michael Jackson is my hero. And I am not afraid to admit it.

He is an amazing individual that left the world too soon. I sincerely hope that people will remember him for his work and not for anything else. I hope that people will celebrate his life and all of the great things he has done for the community, for the music industry and especially for his fans (DUDE HE SIGNED MY PICTURE, WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU?). How ironic is it that he wrote the following quote? Not only is it perfectly apt to describe his life, but it's also one of my favourite lines by him:

I will remember you. The entire world will remember you and your amazing legacy. Keep on moon-walking in that big Neverland in the sky, and as cheesy as that sounds, I think it's absolutely perfect for you.

Thank you for all you have done. You will forever and always be my King of Pop.

Led Zeppelin - Black Dog.

OH YA HAI. I KNOW I SAID NO POSTS FOR AWHILE BUT I CAN'T HELP IT. WHY IS HE SO FLIPPING PRETTY?

HE HAS FRECKLES ON HIS ARMS. FLIPPING PRECIOUS.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

*DEAD FROM THE HEATWAVES THAT THE FIERCEST HBIC EMITS OFF HIS GLITTERY, GLAMOROUS BEING*

ALSO. GOODBYE A-LEVELS. I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE THEY PUT THE "GO" IN GOKEY.

LET'S AIR GUITAR WITH POCKET IDOL!!!!

YEAH, CAPES!

IS STILL ON IDOL HIGH. DON'T JUDGE. BUT SRSLY. DON'T YOU THINK FAN GIRL ME IS WAY BETTER THAN "OH-MY-LIFE-SUCKS" ME? HELL YEAH! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M NOT LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE. I'M A LOT MORE MELLOW AND SUBTLE.

I JUST ACT LIKE THIS ONLINE BECAUSE I'M CLOAKED IN A SHADOW OF ANONYMITY AND IT'S BETTER THAN FREAKING OUT IN REAL TIME. SORT OF. NOT RLY. YOU GET MY DRIFT.

I SURE AS HELL AM A LOT MORE ENTERTAINING ONLINE.

ANONYMITY&ENTERTAINMENT.
I HAS IT.
K NOT RLY LOL.

BUT SRSLY. IF I SPAZZED OUT IN FRONT OF YOU, YOU'D BE GOING, "WHO'S THIS FREAK SHOW?"
AMIRITE? BUT THEN AGAIN, ME SPAZZING ONLINE MAKES YOU THINK THE SAME THING.

Allison Iraheta - Give In To Me.

FILLER POST. BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS DED. And I probably won't update much anymore , because again, social life = DED.

MOVING ON.

This is the hottest shit in the entire universe. This man is made of fucking glitter and fierce. UNF.

There's a butterfly and a snake near his crotch.
Your argument is invalid.

Adam has the best quotes ever. Seriously. And OMG HE'S GAY? SRSLY?????? SHOCKZOR.

Not really. That man screams glittery, glamorous gay. YOU MUST HAVE BEEN BLIND TO HAVE NOT SEEN THIS COMING 5 MILLION MILES AWAY. *THROWS GLITTER AROUND*

He talks about everything in this interview.

E V E R Y T H I N G.

To the point where I'm like, "TOO MUCH INFORMATION, BB." BUT OH WELL.

The drugs thing is not cool though. Tsk tsk. BAD ADAM. STAY AWAY FROM SHROOMS AND X.

AND I TOTALLY KNEW HE HAD A CRUSH ON KRIS. TOTALLY. HELLO. LOOK AT THE KRADAM LOVE GOING AROUND.

I have a full transcription! Whoever reads it gets a cookie! But somehow I'm expecting people to tell me this (who the fuck still reads this shit?):

So I'll just post awesome quotes.

"I had a psychedelic experience where I looked up at the clouds and went, 'Oh!'" he says. "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."

"Is it smog that makes everything look that way?" Lambert muses, gazing into the distance. "Or is it glitter?"

"I'm proud of my sexuality," he says. "I embrace it. It's just another part of me."

"I was like, 'I'm going to glue rhinestones on my eyelids, bitch! That's right, American Idol in platform boots. You ain't voting anymore.'

"I loved it this season when girls went crazy for me," he says. "As far as I'm concerned, it's all hot. Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean that I don't find it beautiful." [YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, BB.]

"'I have to sing something everybody knows, but I'm going to make it work for me, and I am not going to give a fuck about what the theme is that week -- and, most of all, I'm going to just ignore the pageantry of the whole thing."

"It's so pageant," he says. "That's why it's hard for people like Allison [Iraheta], who won't stand there and smile, say what they want her to say. I was on my best behavior, but it wasn't fake. That's really was my best self."

When Lambert hit the top 13, he sublet his studio apartment in a 1920s Hollywood building and moved into the show's Bel-Air mansion with a new roommate: eventual winner Kris Allen. "I was like, 'Oh, shit, they put me with the cute guy,'" he says. "Distracting! He's the one guy I found attractive in the whole group on the show: nice, nonchalant, pretty and totally my type -- except that he has a wife. I mean, he's open-minded and liberal, but he's definitely 100 percent straight."

"Danny is by the book, and the book is the Word," he says diplomatically. "And I respect that. Just don't try to push it on me and we're good."

"One of the vocal coaches once said to me, 'Stop giving everybody such good advice. No one else is doing it for them,'" says Lambert. "But it was good karma, you know?"

"I've only dressed in drag three or four times -- and of course I took pictures, because I looked amazing -- but I don't tuck and wear breasts, that's not me," he says. "Sucking my boy's face? Yes, that I will own."

"During plays, Adam would hang out in the girls' dressing room while we were changing, and every once in a while a mom would walk by and ask him, 'What are you doing in there?'" says Danielle Stori, a singer-songwriter. "And we'd be like, 'C'mon, it's only Adam!"

"One kid did a dramatic speech about his parents turning their backs on him because he was gay, and the kid almost got killed because of it," says Lambert. "I could tell my mom was getting upset. On the way home, she asked, 'Do you have a girlfriend?' I said, 'No.' She said, 'Do you have a boyfriend?' I said, 'No.' She was like, 'Well, do you want one?' I said, 'Yes, that would be nice.'" He laughs. "Suddenly, it was like a wall dropped and we started gabbing like crazy."

"Having so much extra is a difficult journey," says one of his best friends, Scarlett (she goes by one name). "Sometimes if you're too fabulous, people react in a weird way, and I think that was part of Adam's path."

"I'm finally checked in to my self-worth for the first time in my life, and the fact that it has coincided with Idol is so sweet," he says. "I mean, I still have moments where I think, 'Oh, my skin is terrible, and I'm a little fat, and I should really go to the gym more.' But for the most part, when I look in the mirror now, I finally see somebody who can do something cool." Then he laughs a little. "Don't they say that you dream more when there are things you aren't attaining, that you are repressing? Well, I haven't been having any dreams lately. Now I'm in a waking dream."

"I don't believe in hell. Maybe you're rewarded for being a good person, but I don't think you're punished."

"I'm not asking to get married in your church, but you don't have any right to tell me I can't do it."

"Why can't some men have strong feminine sides? Does that make them less of a man? I don't know why our society has such an emphasis on masculinity and femininity -- it's really gross. I don't think you're truly sexy until you don't care about that."

"Middle America may think that what I am is gay, but here in Hollywood, gay guys are all about looking and acting hetero," he says. "Clay Aiken's gay, and I'm gay, and we couldn't be more different. The only thing that's the same about everyone in the gay community is that we're gay. Do we have anything in common besides the fact that we like dick? Why can't we talk about a human community?"

"I kind of like things dangling over my head anyway."

"Lately, you know, there's part of me that's almost bi-curious the other way around. I've made out a few times with girls at nightclubs when I had way too many drinks. I don't know if it would ever happen, but I'm kind of interested."

"I said I'd wear a yarmulke if he wanted, as long as it had rhinestones."

"Everyone's so hung up on 'Are you pop?' or 'Are you rock?'" he says. "It's like, 'Um, does this song make you want to dance, or have sex, or remind you of something?' It's not that deep. Being a rockstar is just playing. It's Halloween, make-believe." He laughs. "I can't believe I get to play dress-up for a living now!"

"I ain't going to lie, I put Kahlua in my coffee this morning."

Before he leaves, he stops at a nail salon, where a dozen Korean attendants whip their heads around in unison at his appearance. After selection a gunmetal-black nail polish, he sinks into a massage chair, one attendant buffing his feet and another at his hands. He murmurs a little, then directs his attention to a flatscreen TV, set to a replay of the 2008 American Music Awards, with performances by the Pussycat Dolls ("my guilty pleasure"), the Jonas Brothers ("I like those laser lights more than them") and Justin Timberlake ("Yum").

"Should I flip them off?" asks Lambert, a smile playing on his lips. "Is that too racy?"

He goes back and forth on this decision -- "Don't you think I want to make a storm?" he says. "Isn’t it fun to be cheeky?" -- before settling on showing off his pedicure for the cameras when the polish dries, but he gets impatient. He bounds out in bare feet, wiggling his foot like the hokeypokey, then slips into a waiting car.

It would've been fun to flip them off, though. "I would have done it with a big smile on my face, to show them I'm not actually mad," he says. "I'm only playing."

STILL LONG.

HE IS SRSLY THE FIERCEST HBIC ON THE PLANET.
MAN GETS FUCKING PEDICURES. PEDICURES. EVEN I DON'T GET PEDICURES. IN FACT. I DON'T DO SHIT.


I TALK IN ALL CAPS NOW. FML. DON'T JUDGE.

KRUMP TIME.

MACROS AND GIFS ARE SO FUCKING AMAZING. WHY DID I NOT DISCOVER THIS EARLIER?

ALSO. ROCKER SIGNED!
WIN. MEANING 3 FALL ALBUMS. ADAM + KRIS + ALLISON = KRADISON = EPIC WIN.

WANT A WHOLE LOTTA LOVEEEEEEE. CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!

THAT'S RIGHT, BENCHES. SHAKE IT LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE.

LET'S THROW SOME KRIS IN WHILE WE'RE AT IT.

Kris is such a white boy. PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY.

Heart - Alone.

'SUP BENCHES.

Yes, I'm still alive.

No, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. No, not even after the fucking amazing-ness that is American Idol ended. No, I am not obsessed with Adam & Kris (liez). Yes, I still swear like a sailor. I'm actually kind of sick about censuring myself because I've already attempted that many times and it tends to backfire on me.

Yes, I change my blog headers a lot. I get bored easily and the last one was too monochromatic and this place needed a splash of color.

I know I don't update about my personal life anymore, because frankly, there is nothing to report. My social life is a blank slate. I'm a social recluse. All I do is sit at home, eat, sleep, listen to music and study my fat ass off for this godforsaken banality which I call my A2 exams. Heck, you don't even need to know about what kind of psychotic thoughts run through my head because this is me right now:

I shit you not.

And this is me on a good day:
I still shit you not.

Oh and Michael Johns + David Cook? Brings the lulz. It's like Kradam Part 1. Except with less hugging and more spazz, mainly on Michael Johns part. That man is a flail machine.

I'm kind of losing my mind here from the lack of interaction with the outside world.

Oh god. 1 more week and a half to go. And then!

GOD I LOVE GIFS AND MACROS.

BAI BENCHES. STFU I DO NOT HAVE ISSUES (MOAR LIEZ).

HEAR THAT, YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID. BAI. TIME FOR ECONS.

David Cook - Permanent.

I'm not one to place all my faith into tests like these, but there are times when they tend to be eerily accurate. The legitimate ones, of course. The ones off Facebook is pure bullshit that I click around to entertain myself. Then again, I'm taking it with a grain of salt as per usual because there are some things that are slightly off, IMO.

INFP - “Idealist”.

INFPs generally have the following traits:

• Strong value systems
• Warmly interested in people
• Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above their own
• Loyal and devoted to people and causes
• Future-oriented
• Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction
• Creative and inspirational
• Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated
• Sensitive and complex
• Dislike dealing with details and routine work
• Original and individualistic - "out of the mainstream"
• Excellent written communication skills
• Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams
• Value deep and authentic relationships
• Want to be seen and appreciated for who they are

The INFP is a special, sensitive individual who needs a career which is more than a job. The INFP needs to feel that everything they do in their lives is in accordance with their strongly-felt value systems, and is moving them and/or others in a positive, growth-oriented direction. They are driven to do something meaningful and purposeful with their lives. The INFP will be happiest in careers which allow them to live their daily lives in accordance with their values, and which work towards the greater good of humanity. It's worth mentioning that nearly all of the truly great writers in the world have been INFPs.

The following list of professions is built on our impressions of careers which would be especially suitable for an INFP. It is meant to be a starting place, rather than an exhaustive list. There are no guarantees that any or all of the careers listed here would be appropriate for you, or that your best career match is among those listed.

Possible Career Paths for the INFP:

• Writers
• Counselors / Social Workers
• Teachers / Professors
• Psychologists
• Psychiatrists
• Musicians
• Clergy / Religious Workers

Fascinating. No, really.

**********************

Pocket version of the AI Results Show because it was too long. Best moments of the show include:

• David Cook performing "Permanent", one of my favourite songs by him. Extremely powerful and moving as the song's meant for his brother who passed away recently from brain cancer.

• Adam & Kris spinning the Golden Idol award thingy. Adorable.
  
  

• NORMUND GENTLE aka Nick Mitchell. "AND I AM TELLING YOU I'M NOT GOING!!!". His best moment ever was when Simon said something snarky and Normund snaps back, "WELL, TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE, SASSY PANTS." YOU WIN.
  

• Kris Allen & Keith Urban performing "Kiss The Girl". Pocket Idol really held his own to this country superstar. Kris could consider country as a possible genre to dabble in! Although I highly doubt that he will.
  

• Allison Iraheta & Cyndi Lauper performing "Time After Time". YES. THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THE ROCKER BACK. GO ROCKER AND ECCENTRIC LADY ON INSTRUMENT THAT I DO NOT KNOW THE NAME OF (found out it's called a dulcimer. STILL DOES NOT KNOW IT).
  

• Kris & Adam's adorable parents. They are so flippin' cute.
  

• ADAM LAMBERT & KISS. HOLY CRAP. EPIC EPIC EPIC. Starts off with a really pure rendition of "Beth". THEN HE BRINGS OUT THE ROCK AND ROLL GLAM AS THE PYRO LIGHT SHOW GOES OFF. THUS, ADAM WENT FORTH WITH HIS KICK ASS PLATFORM BOOTS AND THERE WAS LIGHT. HE BROUGHT OUT THE GLAM AS GLITTER EXPLODED UPON THE ENTIRE WORLD, ILLUMINATING THE DARKNESS, BRING HOPE TO ALL CREATURES. MAN MAKES A FASHION STATEMENT WITH THAT CRAZY GETUP. LOL. SO, SO FIERCE. ARE THOSE RHINESTONES UNDER YOUR EYES (not obvious in following pictures, but very obvious during telecast)? OR GLITTER EYELINER? OMG. BEYOND FIERCE.
  

• Top 13 & Santana. I got really excited mainly because Matt Giraud had a significant part in the beginning where he was singing "Black Magic Woman". I wish they featured more of Matt G..... Guy was bummed that he didn't get to have a big duet. WHY DOES LIL GET A DUET WHEN MATT WENT FURTHER? And there was Kris + Adam + Allison + Salsa dancing which equals WIN. And OMG ADAM. THAT OUTFIT = LOVE. Lol @ Megan Joy guiding Scott around!
  

• The best Ford Music Video of the whole season, featuring a montage of all the past music videos and an amazing harmony between Adam and Kris as they sing "I Will Remember You". I KNEW I RECOGNIZED THE SONG. Total Ryan Cabrera (ily whoever, for picking this song). Nice outfits, bbs. David Cook surprises them with new Ford Fusions! HYBRIDS FTW.

• Steve Martin, Michael Sarver & Megan Joy performing Steve Martin's "Pretty Flowers". Very, very quirky performance. Don't like Sarver, love Megan Joy although she sounds off sometimes, but she's so pretttttyyyyyyy. CAW.
  

• Tatiana Del Toro bringing the drama. LOL. She can sing though, definitely.

• Adam, Kris & QUEEN. THAT'S RIGHT. MUTHAFREAKING QUEEN. Amazing, amazing, amazing. Beyond epic. Adam sounds so at home singing "We Are The Champions". THIS WAS MADE FOR HIM. And Kris is actually holding up pretty well. I LOVE THIS. PLUS, BROLOVE MOMENT RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF PERFORMANCE.

• THE 5 MINUTES OF NERVES THAT I HAD BEFORE RYAN MADE THE ANNOUNCEMENT.

• The winner of American Idol Season 8, 2009 is POCKET IDOL. Cue shock face. Never gets old.
  

• KRADAM HUGS ARE MADE OF EPIC WIN.
  

• Adam being a really gracious winner loser and he retreats to the side and hangs with Allison, giving Kris his moment of glory.
  

• Kris in shock. “Are you freaking serious! Are you serious!” he yells. “The dark horse comes back and wins the nation over,” says Ryan, “How do you feel?” “It feels good,” says Kris, “but Adam deserves this…I”m sorry! I don’t know what to feel right now, this is crazy!” OMG.PRECIOUS. GAHHH. MAJOR FLAILITUDE.
  

• Kris Allen singing "No Boundaries" again. Better the second time around. GROUP HUGS ALL AROUND. HAI KATY. OMG KRIS CRYING IS A TOTALLY HEART WRENCHING MOMENT.
  

AND THEN AFTER THE SHOW, while Adam's giving an interview, guess who turns up?

GAH. DIES FROM ALL THE LOVE.

Do you see what I see?!?!

This bromance has totally made me less of a cynic. THERE IS SOME GOOD IN THE WORLD AFTER ALL.

I feel a little empty inside now.