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[Mar. 30th, 2008|12:21 am] |
a sunday song (:
Sunday Morning- Maroon 5
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you..
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness, he is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness he is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
to you? to who? to you?
2 more days to KL.
i can't wait! |
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[Mar. 25th, 2008|06:57 pm] |
how is it possible, each time i walk out of that gate hoping to catch a glimpse of you, you're there.
running past me each time.
we've never had time standing still for us.
we always pass by each other.
at least now you know why i disappear for so long.
it's cos i take a different route from yours.
anyways luxury tours here i come. (bleah)
we're going to turn crooked cos you,you,you and I are going to GAY L.
ha. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
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i waste my morning goin to school with the intention to print my transcripts.
however, it would cost 10.20.
thus me and my groupies decided to wait till april.
so lunch it was for me, nab, aisha and dinesh.
then komala came along so that we could get the present for our teacher's wedding.
me komala and nab fixed up the present. and i'm really proud of our "project"
haha. afterwhich we three took a drive down to changi beach and chilled with the breeze/wind.
it's a pity though i can't make it. Got some forum/talk to attend to.
some supply chain thingy which my parents strongly encourage me to go.
but i might just back out last minute to go.
so tentatively, komala is representing our group to "present" the present.
yea yeaaaa.
I'm off to catch Olivia Ong's Concert.
pretty please pray that no one steps on my toe!
(:
TAR TAR~
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[Feb. 21st, 2008|05:51 am] |
and you wonder, will this grow into something more?
because when it grows, everything changes.
hearts will look like leaves.
white pure snow turns to brown hard soil.
love causes people to change.
so why, why do i feel this way.
(what way? im not telling!)
HA!
WINGWONG!
i'm scared.
DINGDONG!
time flies.
KINGKONG!
people die.
TINGTONG!
babies cry.
LINGLONG!
broken ties.
SINGSONG!
and i wonder if we could still try?
PINGPONG!
am i still a mistake that will never be repeated?
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