English Journal

This ain't a scene, It's an arms race

The topic for this weekend's blog entry is My Music- My World !

Well i don't have a definite genre of music that i listen to. I like all sorts of music really. Oh but excluding screamo, metal and opera. Those kinda songs where you can't really hear what the singer is singing is zzz. Oh and i'd have to say my favourite would be RnB!

I think life would be really boring without music. hahaha. what else do you do other than plug on your earphones on your bus ride home? (;

Okay so anything. Talking about music. My favourite band is none other than the one and only...............................
FALL OUT BOY!



hahaha! Pete Wentz is hot alright! Haha i like how FOB songs have loooooooooong titles and i love their lyrics! Like, My pen is the barrel of the gun, remind me which side you should be on hahaha (; THEY ARE COMING TO SINGAPORE ON THE 3RD OF MARCH OMGGGG.

Hmm of course there are other bands/singers that i listen to too. Like The All-American Rejects, My Chemical Romance, The Fray, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, PCD, Beyonce, Sean Paul, P Diddy, Akon, Eminem, Justin Timberlake!!, Secondhand Serenade blahblahblahblahblah.

So i shall end off with song lyrics! :D Irreplaceable by Beyonce. I think it's damn cool cause it shows like women are no pushover! ahahahha!


To the left, to the left.
Everything you own in the box to the left.
In the closet, that's my stuff.
Yes, if I bought it, then please don't touch

And keep talking that mess, that's fine.
Could you walk and talk at the same time?
And it's my name that's on that Jag
so go move your bags, let me call you a cab.

Standing in the front yard telling me
how I'm such a fool, talking 'bout
how I'll never ever find a man like you.

You got me twisted

You must not know 'bout me...
You must not know 'bout me...
I could have another you in a minute.
Matter 'fact, he'll be here in a minute

You must not know 'bout me...
You must not know 'bout me...
I can have another you by tomorrow.
So don't you ever, for a second, get to thinkin'
you're irreplaceable.

So go ahead and get gone.
Call up that chick and see if she's home.
Oops, I bet you thought that I didn't know.
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Because you was untrue
rolling her around in the car that I bought you.
Baby, drop them keys.
Hurry up, before your taxi leaves.

posted by megan @ 12:36 AM