Sunday, February 26, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Choosing this class
Will remember these awesome people forever
Monday, February 13, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Goodbye baby goodbye
You will soon forget the songs, the lyrics to it, the music the singer and the band.
You will soon forget the songs, the lyrics to it, the music the singer and the band.
You will forget the feelings the touch and the way your heart skipped a beat.
You will forget their voice, their annoying voice you thought you'd never get out of your head, the way they sing those songs you pretend to hate.
Forget the imperfect harmony, the little jokes the way they walked when they are together.
Their handwritings, their favourite shoes and the dresses they never got to buy.
The numbers and the date will become insignificant.
And those places disappears one by one, Taman Mac, Harris at basement, theatre 2 in Jp Golden Village, the ice skating rink.
Forget their smize.
Forget their smize.
The way they called your name.
The way you laughed at theirs.
Photos disappeared and numbers changed.
The last message went to junk mail.
People vanished, names forgotten.
Completely, like 'we' never existed
Photos will fade
One day you started to remember..
The little voice sang this strangely familiar song you thought you never heard before
The absurd words and numbers jumped around in your head, whats 16, 14, shuik, muk or stot.
The little voice sang this strangely familiar song you thought you never heard before
The absurd words and numbers jumped around in your head, whats 16, 14, shuik, muk or stot.
Urged to pull out that chest tucked in the corner of the attic. You'd already forgotten how important it was..
Pulled out the contents inside, pieces by tattered piece
Colours smudged and faces blurred, you failed to remember their names.
Something broke loose and like a pebble, it skittered down.
Crash. An avalanche.
You have nothing. Never felt this empty
Sunday, February 5, 2012
He could be that boy, Im not that girl
Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are, don't remember that rush of joy. "- Wicked
Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are, don't remember that rush of joy. "- Wicked
I cant wait to grow up and get plastic surgery
its like she dont even have to make an effort to be scary, she could just open her eyes and give the black stare.
gosh. beautiful
its like she dont even have to make an effort to be scary, she could just open her eyes and give the black stare.
gosh. beautiful
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Friday, February 3, 2012
Searching for a face
Is anybody here i know
Cause nothing's going right
and everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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