of pharaohs...

ok i'm leaving for Egypt today. there i said it.

my love affair with egypt began in '98, at the age of 9 and as the proud owner of a Dorling Kindersley Eyewitness book about Ancient Egypt. I got it cos i'd won a book voucher for pwning the Primary 3 level in tamil (of ALL subjetcs TAMIL -_-..how times have changed...) it was the prettiest off the shelf of DK books in the now defunct MPH bookstore (the one near the asian civilisations museum)..

and at this point of time, i'd like to point out how much a PITY it is that that outlet of MPH had to close down..WTF MAN! that was my favouritest bookstore in S'pore, with its 3 levels of books and the carpeted floors and the cafe with the delighful brownies and the awesome awesome kids section. i even remember celebrating new years eve there once! HELL, after it closed down, i stopped going to bookstores and buying books..i'm serious! the books i've acquired in the years since it closed down (and killed my love for books) have either been given to me by a loving uncle (he buys them on his travels) or stuff i've won..like book prizes(is that what they're called?) and this year, the only book i managed to read other than both my lit texts was Freakonomics, and even that was borrowed :( but yesterday! SALVATION! went to the National Lib..the central one in Bugis, and i got mahself a couple of Heller's works and lonely planet guidebooks and L4YER CAK3 the book, which was later made into a film starring Danny "Bond" Craig..its about drugs sex and violence..basically the British crime underworld. the film was *rawk on* so i'm hoping the book's even better. that's usually the case innit?

AGH where was I..egypt! yes..it was almost an obssession. Dr.Zahi Hawass was my hero and i watched Mummies Alive! reilgiously and i even went to the ACM's 'Eternal Egypt: Treasure from the British Museum' exhibtion and got a cert with my name in hieroglyphics on it made..this was back in Feb 99. That was followed by the Omnimax movie at the science centre, "Mysteries of Egypt" and in 2003, watched the national geographic channel with baited breath as "Pyramids Live:Secret Chambers revealed" was on, and a robot was sent up a shaft into the Queen's chamber of the Great pyramid(cheop's one). they only found another door though..-_-".

ok anyways i used to HEART egypt this much and it was childhood dream to go there and thank Horus for the opportunity. dear blog, i promise you pictures and memories..

turrah..i'm off!

will the real Sachin please stand up?

"sachin the scab" caught on so fast, wan leng was practically referring to him as a real person..

"Anjali! be careful of sachin can?" :D LOL!

i think its time i did a proper post on 'the little man' himself. possibly my favourite cricketer..i say possibly cos i'm not as half as well informed as i'd like to be about the international cricket scene and its players. this is like, being a david beckham fangirl cos well, he's the most famous footballer around and his is the only name you know...so you blindly and ignorantly support him :P
but anyways,

D! he's sponsored by MRF..that's why the bat had "Sachin's Choice" plastered on it :) and MRF= Madras Rubber Factory. reprezentin the southies yo! and another one for D: he's ambidextrous...writes with his left hand but bats with his right..kinda like you babe!

this is a pretty old issue of Time but hell, he made the cover and not many people get that far. truly an Asian hero.

and just to illustrate how intense international (guys) cricket is:

Modern technology has computed the reaction time a batsman has. The
faster deliveries give the batsman between half and three-quarters of a second
to respond. This responding business is not as simple as it sounds when you
consider that, more likely than not, the bowler is an extremely strong, lithe
man who has taken a run-up of 36 meters to build up velocity for his projectile,
which is a hard, small, cricket ball that weighs around 140 grams. The ball
leaves the bowler's hand at the apogee of a leap and a full swing of the arm,
and travels the distance of the pitch—20 yards—at a speed sometimes close to 160
km/h. To further complicate matters, as it comes at you the ball hits the ground
and changes direction to torpedo toward the most precious parts of your body.
The only weapon against this assault is a bat made of willow.

and yet another MRF-sponsored massive superstar in the cricketing world Senor Brian Lara

and MRF, if you're reading this, i'd like some payment for the blatant advertising *wink*

all saints

wednesday and thursday were iconic days for me to say the least.

on the former day, i got what i've been working (and waiting) for all year long. its all i ever wanted and all i wanted to do was shout Hallelujah to the heavens :D

its an inexplicable feeling. the pride of representing your school (and especially one with 13 top 4 positions this sporting year) and getting the jersey meant for school players. in girl cricket, all 24 of us got it (-_-....being the F***ing elitist i am, i would've prefered if only the first team got it..but oh well, thats just me *gives up*)

and on thursday..we were told we were having a friendly against SAJS at Ceylon Sport Club(CSC). that morning, my brother told me that their team had a friendly agaisnt some unknown opponents at the same location. i had a bad feeling already haha...When we got to the CSC, only SAS was there. Turns out, SAJS doesnt even have a cricket team -_-" Lo & behold, i played against him *cue ominous music*.

hell, the day was so coincidental, i ended up bowling against him dammit! my own brother! and even if i say so myself, i think he performed quite well *grin* 2 boundaries(not from my balls though) and perhaps, 10-15 runs. he was playing so well, so much so that the other boys were heckling at his batting partner to retire so that their star batter could go in LOL! and hey whaddya know, i bowled out their star better with a less than stellar throw that made sachin the scab sear like the scar on harry potter's head :P

update on sachin: 4 days on, he's a yellow gunky mess of pus surrounded by a faint ring of pink flesh and scab material. and i'm really not speeding up the recovery process, having bowled a good 7 overs (that=42++ balls) over the past coupla days in the rain.. and anytime he brushes against something..the voldemort-induced pain comes back (excuse the dramatics)

and today. finally.after 8 months of slogging at practice, we had our carnival! or tournament lah (like Diana says..Carnival sounds damn slack) This was anything but slack.

for more details on how the thing worked, please visit www.cricket.org.sg

lets just say we lost. a crucial match. by so close a margin, i wanted to cry/break the cricket bat until all that remained was splinters/throw an expletive-filled tantrum/nick a trophy from the table.if we had won that ONE MATCH, it was a straight trip to the finals.

i only got one boundary and no wickets. first no-wicket dry spell in quite a while :(

but kudos to my lovely team for such great spirit and teamwork and a brilliant comeback (we won our last match by 35 runs *grin*) we had the big hitters and the spot-on bowlers (and i mostly tried to field as best i could cos sachin was being a bitch. but honestly man, what;re the odds that 4 days before the carnival i injure my bowling arm? Karma i tell you, karma) but man..shit happens :( :( :(

i'm to shagged to type very much more..so here come the pictures.

SAJC Team 4:

From L to R: Cinny(captain,ace batsman and bowler..that's why she's capt haha), Diana(vice captain and wicket keeper for the day and my best bud *grin*), Anjax (sachin's best friend. and just fyi, the real sachin tendulkar's wife's name is Anjali *smug look*), Wan Leng (last bowler..which means she was the most impt one), Rachel (ex-softballer..which is equated to ace batsmanism :P), Wenhui (ms.wicket herself..she got one wicket every single match PHWOAR!)

ASS. in bowling order.(pseudo) team huddle..we were just really proud of our jerseys laaaaah

our caps. we were the only team out of the 4 that SA sent that wore caps... hey at least we LOOKED pro (heh) plus the rain/sun didnt get in our way..so there!

atmosphere shot nicked off the SCA site. while watching the Finals match being played out.

the GM announcing the runner up and winner and bleah wtv, i just wanted to kick myself at this point. the disappointment was numbing.

Diana my ackool buddy; post moping in misery. if anything, we got the jerseys..;)

and that's all the girls who took part. one team from BTSS, one from dono where, who called themselves Rasta (what an awesome awesome name) and 4 teams from our camp. and not one of us made it to the finals. how.fucking.TRAGIC. and all because of a bad call by the umpire on my ball which was NOT wide THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

AA:JKDH:UAYHD*UYH:UAHD:AHDUQYHDHA:KDJUIAHYDIUDOJAKJD:JAD.

ok. its over. deal with it.

PS: thank you D and Wan for the lovely post match, post team outing convo :) ya'll made my day

azure, ultramarine, cornflower, cerulean, indigo, cobalt, periwinkle, navy

oh my dear God..... *FAINTS*
too gorgeous for words...
its the colours more than anything really... *GASP* absolutely stunning!

i thought i heard the shuffle of angels' feet

say hello to sachin the soon-to-be-scab. i've named it in honour of "the greatest living exponent of his craft,(cricket)". TIME mag got street cred yo.

but anyways, the tak glam-est fall on the track during drills gave me this pink as a strawberry's flesh, non-bleeding, skin exposure (that still stings like F***)..along with some patches of very red abrasions along the length of the right side of my body. the RIGHT side, is the WRONG side HELLOOOOOO!! why couldn't i have fallen on my left side?!?! *palm to forehead*

i guess i'm so excited about it cos it looks real nasty when you see it up close + in the pic (but its not really that bad lah) but hey, havent had the chance to pick off a scab in quite a while already.

and yeah i cut my hair *grin*. it was loooong while it lasted..i can't reach round and grab the ends of the longest bits anymore. oh well....

Edit:Sachin the scab was worse than i thought..can't even extend my right arm fully cos my damn elbow's so effing swollen :( :(

boo-ya! you got served

here i am taking the mickey out of myself...just cos i desperately need to. gee whiz, i've lost it.

anyhoo, no prizes for guessing which movies these ones are from..but go on then , give it a shot. if you knows it, good on ya.

"First rule of Anjali Club is- you do not talk about Anjali Club."

(this one's so obvious lah..no need to watch the movie oready you should know)

"Keep your friends close, but your Anjali closer."
(ok..think Brando)

"You know the difference between you and me? I make Anjali look good."
(heh, i just liked the way this one sounded. but anyways, think "Nod ya head, the black suit's coming")

"Go back to the anjali...YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

(another TOTALLY obvious one.i know you know this one..as sure as lil john got grillz yo!)

cred to gurjb for the movie quote generator

in the morning you know you won't remember a thing

i chanced upon this one shot i'd taken from our room in Berjaya Times Square..its been tuned up pretty heavily for that "back in the day" look. in all the times i've been to KL, the view has never been this clear..

but oh well, i just really liked this one.

and as for the change in musick, i thought i'd share the daft punk digital love. i've almost as many of their songs(including modjo) as i do U2 songs *gasp*. i guess i've a thing for french electropop *shrug*

i don't think you ready for this jelly

of failed star wars monopoly and promises to spread the mind cafe love *waves to kenneth*

of anal 'Risk' players arranging barracks..Central Asia, and BEYOND!

of hushed whispers,scheming and bastarding

of a lovely conversation on 147 which proved why my tamil is embarassingly bad

of post MUN briefing,mucking around before lit lecture

of pooled monetary resources and forgotten delivery numbers (ack!!)

of garlic bread and the lack of ice

of doodles..not by me :)

of pre-training, post-mcdonalds messing around at the jungle gym in potong pasir

of brave jakuns with oversized slippers educating us on cats and their hygienic qualities

of lateness.latity. -_-
of stopping to smell the roses and take pictures of v interesting stick men playing cricket..above a karaoke pub

of oral presentations and accents

of making the 4-min mark WAHOOO!

of answering questions we'd prepared for

of post assessment sleaze and tie pulling..inspired by the intro of Jay Z's "show me what you got" (may the sounds of the sax be forever embedded in your minds my young ones)

of wet indian slippers and gluttons bay QUALITY carrot cake

of jheevums and prabs getting crunked (okok that's a lie)

of slipping on the steps and landing ever so gracefully on my ass. (no i'm not being sarcastic here, it was pretty graceful!)

of dancing in the aisles to nach baliye, rock n roll sohniye and mahive

of gorgeous architecture

of spankin new sports equipment upon entering le store room

of the glint of new 5 woods and 7 irons

of dbs-sponsored bags and kidinacandystore feelings

of rubber training balls which had much whack as a leather ball
of smelly paint jobs and lizards with their "sticky" gone

of kanciong decisions. of regrettable decisions. of a walk of shame.

of even more spankin new sports equipment

of ganguly's/sachin's choice. hero honda. fanta. gunn & moore. slazenger.

Lelong lelong

where were you in 92

i believe the answer to that question is Sarada Kindergarten, which, on saturday gave me incentive to ace my A's.
('effective marketing plays on fulfilling the consumer's desires in the form of providing an incentive'...why thank you PEE_DOUBLE U.)

anyways big up MIA, the pretty lankan to the left who has a new track yo! shout out to jeanetta again, and perhaps the g-ster :) pls have a listen here..
electronic experimentation/straight up hip hop..the track is SICK :)
and even Zane Lowe plugged it..so yeah, this is the new s**t. new album out next year with the first track off it being 'bird flu'..plus 'Grapes' is gonna be on there too..\\m//

the metallica-esque lightning writing :P too cool, too cool...


<-- the lankan live..mad togs! get in touch with your culture kids...i highly recommend The Kalinga Trilogy, playing at the esplanade theatre studio until tmr night.

kulcha for the masses..and especially a re-education for indians themselves. tongue-in cheek, in your face, thought-provoking and ultimately a stepping stone for self discovery.

and even if you can't go for that, Rudra reinventing hindu slokas and chants at the outdoor theatre..it was MAGICAL. myspace!
ESPECIALLY the track called "ageless conciousness"..not so much the 'satanic' screaming, but the thaipusam-esque drums in the background and the wicked wicked lead guitar riff. the track that had jags and myself gobsmacked :O

and to think that sparked off this post..grace's "Galangal" :D

CNN and beyond!

oh i heart Anderson Cooper :D

probably the most recognisable face on CNN now..other than Richard Quest (love him too) but this 39 year old, silver-haired man is FOXY! ok not particularly, but he IS a handsome man. in my opinion at least.

I first saw him on that beacon of hope for reality tv(it actually made you THINK), "The Mole", where he was the host.

the fellow's a Yalie (a graduate from Yale)..and em ivy league grads are the real deal. just look at Wentworth "Wenty" Miller..he's from Princeton, and look where he ended up now!...ok bad example, but at least now you know that he was an ivy leaguer :P

he's big league now, with his own show on CNN, anderson cooper 360, which i catch sometimes if i'm lucky. one of the sillier stories he's done(probably the ONLY silly one) can be viewed here.

why do the yanks pronounce mentos like that? *confused* FRESHMUCKER LOL! (i choked on my oj when he said that)

and just one more reason to love him:

What makes you laugh?

I like watching cheesy TV shows for relaxation.
I watch a lot of MTV, like My Super Sweet 16.

What about the show is funny to you.

Because the people seem moronic on it and are
embarrassing.

-WAHAHAHAHAHA! you said it! 'What do you get when you pamper a cow?.....SPOILT MILK :P'

JEANETTE! read this! omgwtf. about WENTY! this is from the People magazine website so its LEGIT yo!
He's proud of his biracial heritage
Miller's mother, a special-ed
teacher, is white; his father, a former Brooklyn assistant district attorney, is
black (they are now divorced). And although his Prison Break character
is white, he says he looks for roles that are appropriate to his background –
for example, in Human Stain he played a black man passing as white.

i swear i didnt know. not like it matters but wahey! you learn something new everyday...

the crownless again shall be king

more NZ love coming right up. and mostly cos i was watching The Return Of The King "Platinum Series Special Extended Edition" DVD edition instead of doing something productive like math/chem homework (charlene i can't find DDB's homework on moodle laaah!)

the box set it superduper special edition.. since it was purchased in NZ itself..along with Robbie Williams greatest hits (G! i promise a robbie post soon!) and it has FOUR cds. the main movie has 50 minutes of never-before-seen footage among otherspecial features which can be viewed at Amazon.

ok anyways, its was a much needed refresher course in middle earth since i've kinda been neglecting it since the hype hath runneth over. then last night while clearing my trainwreck of a desk, i saw the 12 inch figurine of the Witchking Ringwraith that i got for my birthday when i was 14 (i chose it over Legolas cos well..he looked too gay :\ and over Eowyn, cos she's a pushover rebound girl. they ran out of Galadriel..if not i would've gotten her. and i dont think they even made Aragorn/Arwen versions..or that would've been a no-brainer). and since i'd watched all the movies in my hindi stockpile and The Matriix didn't look particularly appealing, LOTR: ROTK it was.

boy oh boy have i been missing out! mithrandir, palantir, minas tirith, osgiliath, corsairs of umbar, shelob, Haradrim (as usual the bad guys are the darker skinned ones...sighhh), mumakil..oh you know, THE WORKS. it all seems strangely foreign now, sadly enough.
so let's get on with the LOTR related NZ pics

a heavily tuned picture (which retains the main elements nonetheless) This one's in tribute to the tree of gondor which is supposed to look like THIS:

but in the movie, it don't look nothing like that. but oh well...anyways coming back to the picture on top. That was taken in Dunedin and i just loveed how eerie the trees looked..and this was in broad daylight! click to enlarge then hopefull you can see the higlights where the sunlight fell on the bark, which is this powder grayish colour, much like silver birches.

moving on to an actual filming location in a spot so ulu, the drive in took half an hour and there was absolutely no other human life in sight. Glenorchy, Queenstown to be exact.

ISEN-f***ing-GARD(isengard, excuse the expletives). can ya see it? *excited* if the foggy stuff was gone it would've been loads clearer but with the magicking of tech wizardry, whole sheep pastures can disappear and Orthanc can be added in :D

and now for some that i just love: this one was taken from the window of a vineyard cafe overlooking the ocean at kaikoura. just for the record, this picture was not altered at all.

THAT's how intensely beautiful the blues of the water were. they say that Kerala is God's own country, but i beg to differ... :)

NZ is also known as the land of the long white cloud. hell yes it is! case in point:

fluffy marshmallow goodness i say!

burn baby burn (disco inferno style) heavily heavily tuned pic yes, but must be dramatik once in a while lah! click to enlarge to see em nitty gritty details..

i imagine this was the colour of the sky when the black army of Barad-dur broke loose upon osgiliath and minas tirith. as Legolas would've said, "a red sun rises..blood has been spilled this night" (can you say: fangirl!! but i still stand by the fact that he was as faggoty as elves get in the movies. but i ain't got no smack talk on his archery skillzzzzzz yo! :D )

and finally a rather creepy one of trees with fingerlike branches reaching towards the light

this was on the way to Mitre Peak in Milford Sound, one of the most photgraphed land formations in NZ.

SHADOWFAX!!!

ok not really..but close enough, no? teehee.
right, that as is all i can muster for now.
in reference to pippin,

Aragorn: One thing i've learnt about Hobbits: They're a hardy folk

Merry: Foolhardy maybe! He's a Took! :D :D :D

Guns blazing

Denial. Its not just a river in Egypt. Its a frickin ocean.

i do not deny that the past weeks since school officially closed has been so much of a mad rush, that i've forgotten what a proper holiday feels like. what DOES it feel like folks?

i do not deny that sometimes i ask myself, 'self, wtf are you thinking taking on so many commitments when your grades are as promising as jim and pam (they're from The Office you plebs!), hooking up. (jim+pam= jam. netta, i love you too much to do anything more than make special mention of it here. and as you say, 'dont hate!!')

i do not deny that at the same time, i got this warm feeling inside, like i'd just downed a vial of Felix Felicis and everything turned out all rosy over this same past week..after all the commitments had been made.

for one, i made it to the model UN thinger as i like to call it.i personally thought i was unconvincing and flustered at the interview..but hey, at least i was more comfortable talking about them genocide and nuclear prolieferation issues than mah own doggone pw project, which i'm supposedly supposed to be extremely well-versed with. but i digress... its gonna be held at lycee francais, (that's lychee frankaice sucka!) next year, a day after my birthday, for 3 days. oh what PERFECT timing *strained grin* EIGTHEENTH BIRTHDAY OK! cut me some slack! i'm allowed to feel this way :(

for two, i got to REPREZENT (i caps-ed it cos you gotta say it gangsta style, with the 'tude and and the pose) my school at the very posh and swanky new parliament house. but more about that later

for three, cricket carnival is 3 weeks away. yaaaaaay finally! :D

for four, golf nationals are 7 months away...now this is where the effects of the felix felicis wears off and the gravity of the situation and circumstances bring me crashing back down to earth rather uncermoniously.

and this is where the big man in the sky probably says: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. well actually, that was brad pitt's character in Fight Club who said that..but you know, same difference.

so lets get on with it then

my brothers refused to help me take a photo well at least thats what i thought, until i found this shot in the cam later on. couldnt bring the cam along though. i was sulking cos they refused to take a shot laaaaah. i dunno about you but the first time you don the school blazer is a pretty iconic moment cos you have the responsiblity of reprezentin the hood..just like in Yo Momma. MTV is so brilliant they managed to make a programme out of dissing. the last time i wore a blazer it was when i represented A.S.S in a school in Heidelberg while i had an enrapturing conversation with the French teacher who figured that my german was too pseudo to start the conversation in anything other than English(and i thank him for that)plus i got pretzel crumblings all over the blazer :P

anyways had to walk from some raffles city drop off point (where i was dropped off duh) to the st andrews cathedral exit of the city hall mrt station in my full blazer get up. white skirt, white shirt, ratty tie(i have yet to wash it. are ties supposed to be washed anyways? its not like i spill stuff on it *shrug*), stockings (necessary detail) and court shoes (why 're they called that?) i swear i couldn't help from grinning to myself as i crossed the road in my 2.5 inch heels (i checked the box). lemme lay it down like this: one of the busiest streets in town + everyone else had already crossed the road so i was the lone person crossing the street with 13 seconds to go...i felt all dressed up and cocky..like robbie williams, Mr.cocky bastard himself. the wonders of a blazer..sigh..

met the boys then we(i mean me) hobbled off to the new parliament building. the shoes were KILLA! for one they were a size too small..bata size 7 is small! WTF! and the leather cut into my feet so bad, there was scarring. *faints* but then again, thank you steffi for the shoes!
security checks and me don't do well together..i always forget something metallic. yesterday it was a pen that was in the inner blazer pocket..a PEN. talk about stringent yo!

met the other school's student guests and were ushered off to the gallery above the "strangers gallery". it was called that, i kid you not. anyways the booth was soundproof (i wonder why) and the seats were plush and a tad bit too comfortable. later on we had to plug in earphones to hear the president's speech. anyways, when you looked down from our vantage point, all we saw was mui importante dignitaries and state representitives. DUDE...like, WOAH. it was surreal man

all the waiting around we had to do was well worth it. though i did hear a conversation that went like this-

A: i'm borrrred *sian face*

B: patience my friend..patience is a virtue.

A: but so is punctuality

hoho.

what was even more surreal happened during the reception aka a gorgeous gorgeous garden party. the garden was turfed with bermuda grass (can you say golf course?) and you could have stood anywhere and completely surrounding you would've been a minister or an ambassador or a supreme court judge or WAHEY the prime minister himself! or his dad.

shan't name drop too much but lets just say we conversed with so many prominent ministers, i was SHOCKED that there were no pictures of ministers and student guests in ANY of today's dailies. then more legit also, what i've just rattled on about :P

the crest that was so recognisable that minsters we spoke to didn't have to ask us what school we were from. cheh wah!

one of me new mates with possibly THE coolest name(for a singaporean). wait for it...................................Heidi Ho! :D :D :D

anyways, all the conversation were very enlightening. some ministers were more genial than others..but they were all lovely people. the big guns AND the rest of the lot. like one other student commented, last night was more of a national education lesson than what we've ever had in our curriculum. i felt very fortunate and blessed to be in the presence of such great men..especially a certain minister whom in response to a rather ignorant but valid question quoted Oscar Wilde in saying:

These days man knows the price of everything, but the value of nothing.

:) how true.

and how could i NOT mention the food! catered from Elsie kitchen (which i used to see on the way from the bus stop to Mrs Chee's place..eh jeanette, this one's wendy's tuition place! )

buffet spread: 6 types of currys, 6 types of dimsum, kueh tutu, kebabs, hokkien me, a HAVOC dessert spread with clotted cream concotions, fruit tarts and brownies of every sort, CHOCOLATE FONDUE!, usual continental fare, satay, alcohol (and good alcohol at that. pity i couldn't have any :P) the whole works PLUS waiters and the SAF military band serenading us. talk about POSH!
it was incrediblé.

and moving on to issues of the auditory sort, robbie williams sounds like george michael on his latest single "lovelight"..which is actually a cover! aha, didja know that? but Robbie with a falsetto is always worth sitting up and listening to. and the songs doesn't disappoint! unlike that sorry excuse for white boy rap', Rudebox. NASTY song. *shudder*

'who do you think your foolin,makin me feel so sure''...i think i like it so much cos it sounds like jamiroquai wrote it..and toned down the funk or something. haha :D

edit: i finally got rid of the kasabian player ok! hrmph. so now i have in place ,in a very obvious spot, this ickle player thingamajig that plays Lovelight when you clickety click..so turn up your speakers mateys! (i would've put up Jay Z's 'show me what you got' but unfortunately the song isn't up yet..GAH)