Let me light up the sky, Just for you tonight. Let me help you fly, Cause you won't have time. Cover your eyes, Get your disguise, They won't ask you why, They just watch you die.
And it's still so hard to be who you are, So you play this part, The show goes on. You've come this far with a broken heart, Yeh you've come this far, And you've broken.
Light up the sky - Yellowcard
| so spoken! @ 9:28 PM|
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
-Ten Little Known Facts-
Ten little known facts about me, tagged by KAYLIN.
1. I play Sims only so I can torture the little people. 2. Obsession: I absolutely have to wash my hair as many times a day as possible. 3. Eating ice-cream after ten makes me veryvery high. 4. Old-fashioned romance is the only way to go. 5. I consider waking up before noon on a non-school day a crime. 6. P6 was the best school year of my life. 7. I want a wedding of white and red, at a beach in Paris. 8. I like white chocolate. 9. I love being high above ground, but I'm afraid of climbing up and down. 10. I have all of Britney Spears' albums.
One of my favourite, since last december. Sadly they didn't make an MV though, so.... best there is.
| so spoken! @ 2:15 PM|
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Saturday, August 25, 2007
-meanwhile-
It's 12:14, I'm very sleepy, I'm depressed and I'm waiting for my hair to dry. PRFFT. Some post this is. Can somebody smack me over the head with a two by four?
| so spoken! @ 12:11 AM|
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
-Perfection.-
In the dark of my perfect world Dig for a box in the earth so deep Prise it open with my heart of stone Cold, so cold, the beauty of righteous defeat
In the cover of my perfect world Pull open another curtain sleek Look for the beautiful masks The one facade to this masquerade so bleak
In the shelter of my perfect world Cry those tears nobody sees Grasping at straws for something, anything To take away the pain, to catch my fall slowly
In the perfection of my arid world;
The music goes on Another perfect masquerade As I shut the box And numb my deepest emotions, perpectual dismay
The smiling goes on That beautiful facade Yet I close my eyes I press my tears, my fears, deep back down inside
Time to put it all back inside It has had its fun Time to put it all back inside So everyone will know I'm just fine
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| so spoken! @ 7:23 PM|
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
-Good Eengrish.-
READ THIS ---------------
Teeching (expetially engrish) dese days is ackcherlly nort an easy profession to sukseed in. to you no why?
Well, exactly for that reason itself. According to society, illiteracy seems to be an epidemic that has long since been curbed, but apparently (and surprisingly, shell-shockingly, mind-numbingly) not. Just because we haven't hit the ground writhing, bleeding, screaming from the impact; doesn't mean we're not falling.
Now stay with me. Think. Imagine this scenario. Because of all the failed english educators that the ministry let slip past (inadvertently, of course) probably because of their excellent, omniscient qualifications; the lithe, perfect minds of students that parents have entrusted in the hands of the educators, that are in need of careful moulding, that have so much unreached potential, that parents put such high hopes in -- Well, what happens to them?
These brilliant, unmoulded minds spend hours and hours in school (the precious time that can be spent gently directing them to the right road) looking out the window at trees, grass and clouds, playing with imagination, just so to keep boredom at bay. Or otherwise, being confused and jabbed in the wrong direction (with pointed fingernails to the smalls of their backs) by obvious spelling and grammar errors.
English teachers. And what next? Society crashes. Bammo. There you go. See that light red dot? The one at the bottom of the sea? Well there it is. Singapore. The wonderful, multifariously amazing, perfect country that sunk due to the weight of the burden that consisted of imperfect Singlish and barely copacetic, egregious English. Let us all tip our hats, ladies and gentlemen.
A new generation of intelligent, erudite, all-rounded youths. How, when there are no role models? A new breed of learned, logophilic english speakers (Speek Good Engreesh Campaign, remember that?). How, when one's youngest sister is better at spelling and grammar than the educator in question?
Why this post, you ask? Well, thank my teacher.
Credit to Kaylin, Ashre, Brian. And of course, the the educator in question, because there would be no post otherwise. ----
Ohh the joys of being able to be retarded. That is My World in front of me, a collection of used disposables and cutlery.
(Once again, as always, coverup because I look stupid.)
| so spoken! @ 4:38 PM|
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
-S500i;-
My S500i is love.
| so spoken! @ 5:12 PM|
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Sunday, August 05, 2007
-BAYBEATS 2007-
We rocked baybeats 2007!!
After alot (alot being an understatement) of being whacked around, flying all over the place, bopping like crazy and jumping like a maniac on something, basically moshing the night away, this is what becomes of us.
We went, we moshed, we came out alive.
| so spoken! @ 6:30 PM|
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DJ-ING. with chicken on the inside of my pockets and nicking food upstairs
