26 February 2006
You stormed off to scar the armada
Like Jesus played letter,
I'll drill through your hands
The stone for the curse you have blamed me
With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep
But if you could just write me out
To neverless wonder... happy will I become
Be true that this is no option,
So with sin I condemn you
Demon play, demon out!
Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs
common test's around the corner and yet what have i learnt so far? nothing but math, a little physics and maybe a little geography. other than that. i gotta depend on those brain matter up in my thing called head. bet nobody else studied. the schedule just got finalised. we'd be having common tests AFTER school. damn it.
having chilli crab for dinner. waiting for its arrival. *ooh-la-la* with toast bread. haha. heaven. x)
going through myspace. i realised if i had the chance to be born in some other country like the UK or maybe America, it'll be really fun. at least you get to be whatever you want, do whatever you please with your appearance. singapore aint big nor happening enough for me it seems. all along the roads you see wannabes or twits dressed in half-cardigans and clad in purple, green, black and white. it's just too typical. and if you were go for the gothic look. what would you get other than stares? i wouldnt though. oh, and singaporeans shouldnt be too judgementaland categorize people. people who are racist for example, should go shoot themselves in the head. i'm so gonna migrate and get outta this place if i could. for now, im stuck in puny singapore with my communication line to the world cut off. make the best outta this situation.
now fuck off to MOT and you'd know twits.
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