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.opalescent.
me.myself.me
love
my life.
my world. my thoughts.
my wishes. my hopes. my dreams.
my love.
ser xing.
13/8/1988<.br>
ajc.
_tumbling into her thoughts.
drowning her tears in a bottomless cup of coffee.
memories are all tied in knots.
who is going to save her._
maple leaves.
boxes.
pigs.
link.linkie.link
.past.
[x]weini.
[x]qinghao.
[x]alison.
[x]edwin.
[x]sandy.
[x]yee shian.
[x]kang wei.
[x]yee wen.
[x]pei jun.
[x]celeste.
[x]khee onn.
[x]mei yi.
[x]evon.
[x]xue ting.
[x]asmond.
[x]kok wei.
[x]daniel.
[x]ser chuan.
[x]jason.
[x]joyce.
[x]yi wen.
[x]yong chuen.
[x]jenna.
[x]lucia.
[x]oli.
[x]sarah.
[x]yao hui.
[x]jie sin.
[x]kang li.
[x]pei qi.
[x]wei fang.
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tag.tag.taggie.
.life.story.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Wait, dear
A white horse is walking down my street here
Your words are creeping at my feet I fear
That sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear
To the haze of a city and yourself
Oh no...
Look out
They're coming after us with big guns
They're only going to tell you all the bad things I've done
And even if the words they say aren't true they've won
Now I'm left here dying in the sun
Oh...
Seems like I'm always on my own...
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own...
All the stars and boulevards
Ain't close enough for you
Late nights
Won't do me justice
When I drink
Just get so damn depressed
And it's, it's not like
I ain't trying to get over you
It's just hard to look at all the
Seasons pass me all the time
And I said
Oh...
Seems like I'm always on my own...
Seems like I'm never coming home...
Seems like I'm always on my own...
All the stars and boulevards
Ain't close enough for you
One last
Phone call from you
It wouldn't hurt much
I'd just like to hear your voice
And pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn’t
Said it all or read it all..
I sung my life away
And I say..
Oh...
Seems like I'm always on my own...
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own...
All the stars and boulevards
Aren't close enough for you
(Seem like I'm always on my own)
All the stars and boulevards
Aren't close enough for you
(Seem like I'm never coming home)
All the stars and boulevards
Aren't close enough for you
(Seem like I'm always on my own)
All the stars and boulevards
Aren't close enough for you
haha..seems like i'm augustana mad huh..but this song's so so so nice tooo. haven't been able to get myself down to mugging for my prelims. yepp. even though it's like less than 2 weeks away. there doesn't seem to be any sense of urgency. yeah i'm scared. but it just ends there. seems like my sensory and motor neurones are working but not my effectors. ha. teachers day celebration tomorrow. gonna pon aj..as usual..and meet sam in the morning. oh well..come to think of it..if not for the fact that i'm gonna meet her..i'm probably not gonna pon school. anyway it gives me something to do. not to mention i haven't seen her in quite a while.
finished this book a few days ago. 'the memory of running'. it left me speechless..and sorta thoughtless. cause it makes me think and feel so much that suddenly i don't know what to think or feel. going on the journey with smithson ide to rediscover his past and memories of his elder sister..his journey back to life..to living once again..and just to experience him waking up and reliving everything is just so..gosh. haha. after reading the kite runner..i'm kinda hooked onto this kinda books. about life and all that crap. why? i don't know. perhaps i just want something, or somebody, to tell me what life is about. it's a kind of reassurance. that ultimately u'll have some kinda realization.
u know..i realize if there's one thing i'm good at, that's running away. be it consciously or unconsciously. i run away. whether it's by rationalizing or intellectualizing. by telling myself it's a fact. period. the story ends there. as muh as i know it doesn't, as much as i know there are more than facts involved. but i don't give a damn. or rather, i don't want to. yeah i know. everyone runs away. perhaps. there are just so many things i don't wanna deal with. and i don't know why i'm saying all these either.
ha. enjoy the halfday tomorrow. and for those mugging for prelims..good luck. that's including myself.
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |7:05 pm|
In the light of the sun
Is there anyone, ohh it has begun
O dear you look so lost
Eyes are red and tears are shed this world you must have crossed you said
You don' know me, and you don't even care
ooo yea
She said you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains ooo yea
Essential yet appealed
Carry all your thoughts, across an open field
When the flowers gaze at you
they're not the only ones who cry when they see you
You said you don't know me, and you don't even care
ooo yea
And she said you don't know me, and you don't wear my
chains
ooo yea
She said I think I'm going to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over
No one knows my name
I'll get out of California
I'm tired of the weather
I think I'll get a lover
I'll fly them out to Spain
I think I'll go to Boston
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town to leave this all behind
I think I need a sun rise
I'm tired of the sun set
Here it's nice in the summer
Some snow would be nice
Ooo yea
You don't know me
And you don't even care
Ooo yea
In Boston! No one knows my name
Yeaaa
No one knows my name
No one knows my name
In Boston no one knows my name
haha..i think i need a sunrise too. anyways..officially over it. yupp. and i'm starting to panic cos i haven't started hitting the books. or rather, the notes. nor the practices. think i'm dead. less than 3 weeks.
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |7:45 pm|
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |3:47 am|
it's over. it's over. it's over. it's ok. it's ok. it's ok. it's really ok.
"a lie told often enough becomes the truth." - Lenin
"repetition does not transform a lie into a truth." Franklin Roosevelt
which is it?
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |8:41 pm|
hmm..juz a random thought. if we were told that we would die tomorrow. how many can continue to do what they've always done without regrets? much of what we've been doing all our lives is for the long term. for our future. what if..there's no long run? what if..there's no future? bah.
been thinking about all the people i've known. the people i was once so close to. the people i wanted to be close to. the people i've loved. the people i've hated. the people i still love. the people i still can't tolerate. we all thought that things will never change. or at least at some point in time we did. but things changed and when we look back on it, we wonder, what happened? why did what seemed to be forever suddenly became ephemeral?
i sound weird. ok anyway..i'm off to mug. ha. happy mugging. even though it's national day soon.
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |10:24 pm|
u'll feel better that way.
ostensibly ephemerally tainted.
@ |8:03 pm|