FiNiTo!
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
09:19 p.m.
ive decided to take an extended break from blogging.
maybe it'll be permanent. what the heck. what's the use of updating.
finito
Monday, November 24, 2003
07:44 p.m.
i guess everything's over now.
kum weng you should be happy. what you've been asking me to do, i've done it. i sure hope it's worth it cos right now i feel like fuck.
oh well. boy are the paper's horpscopes accurate.
swell
Sunday, November 23, 2003
08:08 p.m.
i guess things are flagging now.
like running out of steam or something. never mind i shall wait.
****
and i gotta agree with kenny's blog. just took some time to read it and i realise that every other blog i know is complaining about not finding love, the gal i like doesn't like me back etc etc.
jesus christ man you're at least 17. don't tell me you don't know that love doesn't exist. love is just a word.
like you cannot be in a state of sustained happiness, you can only be content. *nod to arthur nerssesian*
love is an excuse. the word just flows out of your mouth when you prefer a gal because she is rich, or he allows you to kick him around like a dog, or you just want that gal becuase her legs look so edible like dripping honey.
in the same way your parents say they love you.
just that you should know that you probably squirmed out between your mother's thighs because your dad one day got horny and your mom was convenient. you're just a by-product of one night's sweating and panting. so jut ask your parents so shut up when they say they love you and blah blah blah cos they don't.
you know it all along, just admit it to yourself.
love is just an ideal in the same way communism is an ideal. in theory, it sounds just great and everyone is nice and warm and beaming from ear to ear, but in practice is different. and of course you know that.
thinking one is in love makes people weak. not strong. and take it from me, i know. so don't believe it when people come up to you and spout bullshit about how their lives ahve been so much improved cos they've found the love of their life or something. it's crap. crass. they're just a crab crawling muff diving bunch of asshole pinko fucksticks. *nod to stephen king*
stop thinking that you'll find someone or something like in a fairytale. life isn't a fairytale. stop deceiving yourselves.
stop moaning and live your life. there is no love. deal with it.
and to cheeho, stop writing as if everyone owes you something. you're PERMANENTLY morose and weepy on your blog. cheer up can you? you write as if they world is ending, yet you're always smiling and happy whenever we meet. what's this?! split-personality??
and xuan you!
you're earlier entry with the loyalist stuff and dreamer stuff got my hair standing on end! geez! can all of you stop acting and writing these faux deep stuff?
dry acerbic wit and a tongue to use it is MUCH MUCH better thank you. example: dear ol' jik. his blog is a joy thought the content is quite the opposite. mak's too but the bastard took it down. mak if you somehow read this, restart your blog if not i'll start calling you a crab crawling muff diving asshole pinko fuck stick too.
bbrrppttt.
lame-ness
Friday, November 14, 2003
09:38 p.m.
i keep telling myself maybe just maybe i don't see the point.
but i guess it's hard pretending to be dense when it's so obvious who's the dense one.
i mean, not that i expect much considering i know what and who she's like.
talk about contradictory. you start a blog on the net. incidentally, the www in "www.whatever.com" stands for WORLD WIDE WEB YOU KNOW. you know. like WORLD. ENTIRE PLANET??? just had to laugh when people told me you keep changing blog addresses cos your blog's supposed to be secret.
maybe try getting a real diary to scribble in if you don't want people reading your stuff. or if you're too poor, use a notebook. the blue kind. you can buy them at popular for 20 cents. much cheaper than your monthly internet bill i assure you.
GEEZ. what a weirdo.
draft!
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
07:33 p.m.
this is amusing. in all my drafts [which amounts to around a year plus] this is the first time i won one. and it wasn't even close.
***start of magic lingo***
it's a four man draft, with some scrub in front of me, ralph the bigger scrub and han sheng the ultimate scrub on my right.
i opened a promise of power first pack and i just set it aside. it's qutie a bomb. even better, han sheng on my right opened a nightmare leash so i thought we would be cutting each other. we eventually didn't which was good i guess. i'll explain later. i'm not quite sure of my picks but all i know is that i ended up playing blue and red splash even though i was a little undecided whether to splash white or black. kinda was off the black cos promise of power has three black mana in it's casting cost. finally decided on red cos someone passed me a fractured loyalty and i drafted a spikeshot goblin and a granite shard. the spikeshot was obviously my first pick [from my third pack] and i guess i got the loyalty cos han sheng was very kind to me. i dunno why either. he played black/artifact which was pretty nice cos no one really cut my main colour of blue. his deck really seemed like MBC what with an oblivion stone [first pick, opened on the second pack. and yes he laughed the place down when he opened it] and a nightmare leash [ditto, first pack] and sideboard glimmervoid [ditto second pack. this guy is nuts] had lots of cool stuff like flayed nim and slith bloodletter which for some reason didn't reeally wreck me. the scrub on front of me was playing some weird green/white with tel jilad elves and some combat tricks like arrest i guess. didn't really see muh of them. his tel jilad archers were pissing my fliers off a lot though but he didn't have much else on the table. a tel jilad chosen i remember. oh well not to matter. i won him 2-1 with me beating him in the first, then him, then me. game one was quite cool. his archers were holding off my clockwork dragon which blossomed into a 23/23 artifact flyer. too bad the archers can block flying and has protection from artifacts. lucky i had lumengrid sentinel and when i topdecked a pyrite spellbomb, he went from 17 to 0 life in one turn. haha.
anyway the second game he ran over me and then i ran over him in the third game so that's that. i guess air force one is just good. my deck had 15 creatures, all of which can fly except for one spikeshot goblin and three myrs. good times.
then i played ralph who i thrashed 2-0. he was playing two dragon blood and two spikeshot goblins. quite daunting. oh well nvm i just flew over him with my creatures. still remember he took 7 from my two neurok familiars, which incidentally helped make me the games as i drew one cobalt golem and a land for the next which helped to thin my deck.
anyway at this point han sheng was like the bottoms. he didn't win ANY games at all despite the oblivion stone and nightmare leash in his deck. weird. he keeps a one land hand and laughs when he loses the game. strange guy. he kinda gave the excuse that he always loses his drafts when he's made money from it already. [incidentally he values his stone at 25] he was also being a bitch about some acs guys at the place as well. will tell you more later.
so i play han, and guess what. he actually managed to pull a win in one of the games against me. he top decks a leash, which he puts on his flayed nim. pow wow. first time it came out in all of FOUR games. could have won that game though but i brain farted and chose not to block with my clockwork dragon figuring i could beat him to the high heavens with it next turn. unfortunately i didn't calculate it properly and i died to that stupid zombie shit. the next two times i just over ran him with my golems and other flyers.
[TOP PLAY: i domineered his iron myr so i could sac my pyrite spellbomb to destroy his slith bloodletter when he was tapped out and couldn't regen it. haha!]
for some strange reason, he keeps forgetting about my spellbombs. he casts a pewter golem with two mana to spare then go cast something else. i stare at him weirdly and tap my iron myr to sac my spellbomb and destroy it.
he goes:
AH! i never see that thing! you cheat! hide it under your cards!
ralph leans over and goes:
you siao. the thing right on top la.
maybe he just doesn't register the spellbombs in his brain. TAKE NOTE PPLE. USE PYRITE SPELLBOMBS AGAINST HAN SHENG COS HE JUST DOESN'T DEAL WITH IT WHEN HE CAN.
anyway ya. i won the draft and han got bottoms with 1-6. so he tearfully parted with his glimmervoid. TO ME! hahah! so eventually i got a glimmervoid and a promise of power. not bad but that shit han sheng still got the most of the draft with his oblivion stone. twenty five bucks in one flat rectangular package.
this was my draft if you wanted to know:
15 x land
1 x great furnace
2 x pyrite spellbomb
2 x annul
1 x iron myr
2 x silver myr
1 x fractured loyalty
1 x inertia bubble
3 x neurok familiar
1 x granite shard
1 x spikeshot goblin
1 x domineer
1 x lumengrid sentinel
1 x clockwork condor
3 x cobalt golem
1 x somber hoverguard
1 x looming hoverguard
1 x clockwork dragon
then he was being a bastard to some acs guys.
acs guy:
HEY I OPENED A FOIL RARE!
gathered acs guys and vague interest fron us:
what is it?
acs guy:
EXTRAPLANAR LENS!!!
***cue vague "congratulations" from gathered acs-ians and feigned disinterest from us***
bewildered acs guy:
EH SO HOW MUCH CAN IT SELL FOR?
bastard han sheng:
i'll buy it for six.
nicer me:
i'll buy it for eight. but that's the highest i'll go. i need it in my deck.
***cue stifled laughter from ralph, scrub, han and me***
geez that thing is worth around 12 i think.
even better. listen to this.
random acs-ian from the pack:
wah how come you open foil rares in half the packs you buy?
me:
shows how many packs he buys considering there's only one max two foil rare packs per box.
***cue feigned deep nirvana-rish nodding from han***
anyway evan was damn funny today too.
he packed and opened an artifact rare. he slowly revealed it from the bottom [ooh the anticipation]
it was grey.
2/2
and drawn by greg staples.
suddenly the two words solem simulacrum comes to mind.
i think they came to evan's mind too cos he was grinning.
then he whipped it off to reveal:
a lodestone myr.
what a hoot.
oh and TOP BRAIN FART TODAY. benjy the dick decided to play with my affinity deck against one of the acs-ians. [who weirdly, don't bring files, don't bring complete decks and don't buy cards for more than ten bucks even if you're offering a foil chrome mox for twelve]. and the acs guy was playing goblins. [no shit] with that substandard 1/1 first strike haste guy [NO SHIT] and fists of the anvil [No ShIT!!!]. ben decides to attack with a lightning greaved myr enforcer and the acs guy being down to 4 life has to block it. he blocks with that lame goblin and casts fists of the anvil on it. what a pain.
oh well benjy decides. i'll just sac welding jar to the enforcer to regen it.
*blink blink*
acs guy:
"equipped creature cannot be the target of spells of abilities. that refers to you too you know."
***laughter from gathered acs-ians***
he eventually wins though.
***end of magic lingo***
promotion
Monday, November 3, 2003
04:58 p.m.
i am officially promoted with four subs. haha! i got a d for lit, an e for geog, an o for econs and a f for math. not bad for not studying the entire year huh? =)
anyway thinking of appealing for lit s paper. should i?
and heyo fengyi! i'm fine not to worry. how's you? do msg me soon...
Sunday, October 5, 2003
11:10 a.m.
I guess it’s officially a week to the promos.
and honestly, I haven’t really done much work.
Just stare at the book in front of me, doodle some pictures
of him and her, whatever their names are,
I just like to draw them.
I guess I’m not going to flunk or anything
but that’s hardly the point. It gets quite tiring
when you look around you and all you see
are open books and faces like they’re made of dough.
So pale, so bland. Like they don’t exist.
and I absolutely hate it when people keep telling me
that I don’t study but somehow I scrape the results out
enough to get by. Bitch, they say. Whatever. I do try
to study okay, whether I like it or not.
I can’t help that I know when to enjoy myself.
Rather than sticking yourself in a room and locking to door on the world
and then nothing gets in your head because you’re thinking
of him or her, warcraft 3, cs, and whatever that you’re thinking of.
That nude gal on the web that you jerk off every day. Haha!
I don’t know.
Oh well. One week to promos. Better study. Meanwhile, sa’s already
finishing up theirs while we’ve barely got warmed up. What the hell.
I think all schools should time their promos and prelims exactly so that
we can all go party together later. And speaking of partying
I read this cute pamphlet that mike the student councilor was handing
out during break on Friday. Something about an njc party at induz3. what
the hell is he thinking man. Njc people only know how to mug. Exceptions
are probably zhu, sweelee and the rest of the gang who don’t study and
barely scrape through or flunk their tests. Phile and jerry too I guess. Oh well.
I wanna see what the turn out is like. The organizers will probably lose money.
Haha! Stupid dumb losers. Anyway I think people who do one thing and then
Scold others in public for doing the exact same thing are dumb. Ya, that’s about it.
elegy during math lecture
Friday, September 26, 2003
09:21 p.m.
have you ever been there in the morning?
i like the coolness, the stillness
when the blood of people hasn't started in it's veins.
so different from
right now, when i dream. try to dream despite the noise;
the lecturer's eulogy on analysis3, the giggles
the gossip in noisyhushed tones,
an elbow touching mine. the hand on my eyes.
i cannot feel you, cannot feel for you amid the din
in this quiet lt, the noise is too much for me.
have you ever been there in the morning?
sat on the seats unwarmed by a person's rear,
the ohp's aluminium is cold, it's fan does not purr
like a kitten.
and when i close my eyes
i can feel you aroundinsideoutside me,
i have not forgotten you, my watcher. your smile
hangs over me like a halo.
have you ever been there in the morning? when i was?
when i am here and you are not?
i hope you're doing alright where you are,
i'll meet you there when i'm done.
and then there's the shuffling of papers, the jerked
increament in noise, the sweet hand nudging me
awake, away from you today. and
i open my eyes when yours
can only remain shut.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
11:23 a.m.
"look at me!" he cried
"i've scaled a brand new height.
i think i've found love and light
both pale and bright,
to me it serves to guide."
"i've climbed higher," she said
"i liked to rush ahead.
but now i know and i'm going slow,
there's nothing up there
that i need to know."
a meal.
Sunday, September 7, 2003
10:20 p.m.
after a meal, it's only natural to want to lie back and sigh. give voice to the content of your belly and remember the taste of the meat, the fish the carrots in your mouth; pick your teeth with your tongue (and a finger maybe when no one is looking) and chew on the remnants of that feast one more time.
nibble nibble nibble, you cannot tell the difference between the leek and the onion in your mouth and it doesn't matter. breathe in the remainder of the meal's steam under your nostrils.
a good solid meal should be finished with a brushing of the teeth.
press a pea of toothpaste onto the brush and look at it. so round so white like a pearl. then drench it under the tap and watch it froth. remember, you're sticking sweet bubbly into your mouth. it is a white champagne. then brush up and down on the front, backwards and forwards at the back, fill your mouth with new-born pearls. drown your sorrows in it. drown yourself in it. your mouth will be refreshed.
then gargle from your silver tap. for the champagne can be too sweet, too mint for the tongue and the walls of your mouth. the water matures the tartness, soothes the sting out of the gums. cup your hands under the flow and fill them. raise them to your jaw and in a single swipe downward, flush the vampire-like canines from the sides. run your tongues over the new smoothness of your teeth, the sweetened sharpness of your breath; cold and dry.
towel off and all you have left is the cool sweet after taste of that night's meal to follow you to bed.
Wednesday, September 3, 2003
07:39 p.m.
is it a room i am in? with its four walls blank
blue to meet my eyes, cold to the touch. concrete.
i try to think that at least they are there. they
are constant. i can count on them; but
i hate them; i hate their rasp against my hands, the
soundless echo of my furious fists as they're
drummingdrummingdrumming. and
still they look on impassively, like gods.
and if i look above sometimes, just sometimes
i can see some light fleeting through my shutters
to remind me of what i've lost.
my torn fists bleed from all their useful pounding.
tired, i curl up to sleep and for once, hope
that things do fall apart sometimes.
sympathy for the devil-the rolling stones
Saturday, August 23, 2003
08:04 p.m.
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners,
Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Friday, August 22, 2003
10:51 p.m.
oh well, it's been some time.
guess i'll write something down before i decide not to. =)
promos are coming. eeks. time doth flyth when thou are having funeth. i wonder why everyone's so depressed nowadays. look on the bright side, after promos, life returns to normal. weird huh. my real life exists outside of school. normally it's the other way around for regular people.
in slightly more than a month, milieu, embassy and all the wonderful homes of mine beckons! what a gleeful prospect.
short, succint, disjointed sentences are the order of the day. haha.
i wonder what she's doing now...
anyway, i think i'm beginning to lose interest in lit. reading other people's work is just so... dry. i wonder when it'll come to people reading mine. haha. hopefully before i die, so i can at least squeeze some money out of that prospect.
anyway, yeah i guess reading and studying plath and whatnot in school is so pretentious. i mean, plath probably didn't even intend half of what she wrote to come out the way they did. i'm very sure she didn't think: gee, a hyperbole or some gutteral alliteration here would do my italian sonnet of my typical ranting and suicidal tendencies tendencies a power of good. i mean hell man, she probably just thought some words sounded better in the context that others, so blam, down goes the word on paper and on to the next word. that's how i write anyway, and it works fine for me. bleargh. lit sucks now in my opinion.
anyway, while we're on this topic, i think cap is a bunch of bull. i wonder why everyone thinks its so prestigious and whatnot. i mean, BOY, i wrote like five poems in around an hour and threw them altogether and submitted it together with another i dug up form my com and guess what. i'm accepted into it already. what rubbish. just goes to show how developed the arts circle is in singapore.
i really can't stand all those people with their noses in the air and scoffing that they had participated in cap and this and that. big deal man. i could probably learn chinese and write some nonsense in that accursed language and STIll be able to get into cap. haha all of you just suck la i guess.
i mean, haha! i'm a gepper, i play the violin and piano, i'm in the syo, i can draw, i can write poetry and prose, i've been in more relationships that most people will dream of, i club, i get along with my classmates, i dun do my homework, and STILL i'm getting along in lessons.
sp please don't talk to me about your lousy little four line poems you no-life, untalented specks of dirt on my feet, cos you don't know what's good from what's bad.
and all your poems don't even make sense for god's sake. it's just pretty vocabulary strung together into incoherent sentences to make the uneducated reader dumbfounded by your pitiful knowledge of the english language. maybe to retards, this might actually work. but in case you haven't realised, your meagre knowledge of a handful of blardyblar words isn't going to change the fact that your poems are just about nothing. you shit your poems out of your ass, so don't talk to me about writing ya?
anyway yup. just feeling a little irritated. but it's good to let that all out. anyway, something else to let out.
silly little people [translate into chinese] are reading my blog and fabricating silly rumours. get a life. seriously. i SHAN't talk about how you're bored to the MAX but i hope you get the idea. at least sign my gb or something. show that you've been here. leave your traces and stop sneaking around. next thing, there'll be stories that i'm a gay paedophile with a fetish for uniforms just because i mention male names here. sheesh. talk about being ultimately lame. do yourself a favour and act your age. herbal essences drag queen.
woo. that felt good too. i think i'm beginning to like ranting. must have picked that up from jik. haha!
hey! hey! please do tell the whole world that every night i have a threesome in bed with urm let's see... jerry and urm... maly or something ya? it's funny to observe how much people imagine things jut for kicks. haha! grow up little girl.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
09:56 p.m.
despite all that has been happening, i just realised how blessed my life has been and will continue to be.it's now that i look and i see all the people i've been so lucky to have met and grown up with. like all the 4o peepz out there. i miss all of you like crazy. and i love you all. i've just read jik's blog and i guess it's nostalgia, but yes, you'll all be a part of me and i hope i'll be that small part of you all too.i dunno. maybe it's just because of what's happening around me now that i've begun to appreciate the people around me more.
there are those like kiat, zixu and haogen. you're both something from somewhere i grew up in, somewhere and someone i'll remember for as long as i breathe. and maybe more.
then there's jik, kumweng, and all those of you in rjc, sajc and hcjc i'll never forget as well. i spent the best years of my life in your company. you all showed me how to live. kumweng, you'll always be with me in my life. that's if you like it or not. haha.
and then there's the 03a01v1.0 peepz. i love you all, and i will miss you all. those were times when i felt content, the closest that life can come to sustained happiness. to jess, whom i still blow kisses to, siqi and her silly smirks, benson and his low pants, kiamin and his
beard. karen the quiet one. and all the rest like peihua, kervin, han nee, liwei, my dear winnie, my dearer fengyi, and all the rest i haven't the time to mention. here's to all of you.
the 03a01v1.2 peepz, you're a cloass of your own. here's to people like jerry my darling, alexis, brudder kha and everyone else. not forgetting fabian, thanks for being there for me today. i appreciate it a lot. the same goes for alexis too, for hearing me today and generally brightening up my day when everything was so bleak. you're beautiful in your own way. i love you all.
and swee lee, the guy i blow kisses to, and wenzhu the attitudy chinaman, and all the rest.
the seniors in SO, especially shao and jh, thanks for the tissue when i broke down in the orch room today. yes right, i cried twice today. i think i'm becoming a wuss. and mel the rock, jesher the pretty boy, shuhui the chio and all the rest basically. dennis the corrupt, faith the uncorrupt, sylvia, and keefe: dude, do try to slow down. =)
then there's the ones really close to me. i love you all dearly. isabella your patience is like a saint's, i wonder what i'll be without you by my side always. to jan, you know what i wanna say to you. i'll always be there for you wherever and whenever. hell with all the bullshit around us right now, we'll just stay the way we are ya? remember our song, it seems made for us.
and lastly, to you zequan, whether you wanna believe it or not, you're still someone i treasure very much, i'm sorry for causing you all this. all this pain, and for everything i've put you through, i wanna say a big thank you for everything you've done for me. i owe you big time, angel.
i can see clearly now the rain is gone
i can see all obstacles in my way
gone are the dark clouds of every kind
it's gonna be a bright, bright, bright
sunshiny day.
save tonight-eagle eye cherry
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
09:02 p.m.
Go on and close the curtains
All we need is candlelight
You and me and a bottle of wine
Going to hold you tonight
We know I'm going away
How I wish....wish it weren't so
Take this wine & drink with me
Let's delay our misery
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone
There's a log on the fire
And it burns like me for you
Tomorrow comes with one desire
To take me away....it's true
It ain't easy to say goodbye
Darling please don't start cry
'Cause girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone
Tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I......that I could stay
Girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone....
it's national day~!
Saturday, August 9, 2003
02:51 p.m.
just archived my blog.
and i've been reminded that there is true happiness in the world and that bliss is the best, most valuable thing a person can give to you. j, thanks so much for hearing me out when i was down, you're a wonderful person to have. i'll treasure you always. =)
anyway i have to say something about njc.
njc sucks!
my house participated in an inter-house graffiti competition and did a pretty good job in my opinion. we finished the piece faster than anyone else and could have finished it faster if we had just not slacked like half an hour away out of the fifty min allocated. anyway, when we finished, i did a little look around from my position at the other houses and guess what. they were painting murals! haha! so i thought aerius would win the damn thing for sure cos it's graffiti darling, not murals. graffiti is supposed to be about words and words -only- and the other houses were like all stick figures and weird little patterns here and there. so we were quite confident of a first place.
but then of course teachers don't quite mean what they say when they tell you what they want done. so apparently when they say they want graffiti, they want silly little pussy murals with pastel colours and cartoon characters. i think they're just trying to be cool when they talk about graffiti. next thing you know they'll want a body-piercing contest and expect us to compare earrings or something. i mean, don't say what you don't mean right?
but anyway ya, so when the placings were announced, i thought we would win, but nooooooo, ignis came in first. aerius didn't even get into the top three positions. which is why i'm quite irritated by trying-too-hard-to-be-hip-teachers-who-are-actually-as-conservative-as-my-dead-and-long-buried-great-great-grandmother. next thing you know, they probably still think the world is flat.
anyway ignis like did the best of the competition, winning both float and graffiti. they deserved to win for the float though. could see the amount of effort they put in which did pay off. congratulations j! maybe the float was nice to me for a different reason huh? =)
anyway here's a sorry to my dearie zq. appy-polli-loggies for keeping you in the dark ya? won't do it again, i love you! *hug*
to her,
i love you and even when i'm not talking to you, i'll think of you always and miss you form the bottom of my heart.
Comin' on comin' on moving faster
Got to get this feeling out yeah
Just enough fall again she was fire
Hot enough to burn you out yeah
Wait for me darlin' I can't wait to see you
Everyone's losing their mind again...
mind again
On again off again indecisive
Caught up in bold desire
Fill me up in the cup you are lovely
Paint the town the color of money
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Wait for me darlin' I can't wait to see you
Everyone's losing their mind again
Don't fall in love that's the line
they will feed you
If I can't have you I'll be dead again....
dead again...
"dead again" -buckcherry
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graphic design: delores cavell & aileen brecker
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