Monday, November 14, 2005

okay i lied abt the last post. bahahaha. anw, its 12 more days. argh. hm ya. my brains full of econs nonsense so i shall type some stuff to destress before chionging again later on... in the mean time before my release of the As labyrinth, i shall post this song which i cant get out of my head at the moment. enjoy. well. time to play some dota. lol.


Megadeth - Symphony Of Destruction


You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch peoples heads a'roll
A'roll...

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony ...
Of Destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes
You try to take its pulse
Before the head explodes
Explodes...

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony ...
Of Destruction


The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A'warring for the heavens
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall...


Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony ...
Of Destruction

{ 7:52 pm }

Monday, November 07, 2005

and so the last entry before i take a break has come. i never thought this day would have come so fast. arriving at my doorstep, knocking incessantly. the As are a real pain in the arse. i cant wait to get rid of it. 18 more days folks ( for those taking lit ) . the science and non lit peeps certainly would be flying earlier than me, but heck. okay. so here's good bye for now. i'll leave you readers with an aerosmith song ( its not Eminem's song, he just ripped the chorus and the main riffs for his own song. ) parting is such sweet sorrow. *yanks tissue and waves*


Dream On


every time that I look in the mirror
all these lines on my face getting clearer
the past is gone
it went by like dusk to dawn
isn't that the way
everybody's got their dues in life to pay


yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win


half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things come back to you


sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away


dream on, dream on, dream on,
dream yourself a dream come true
dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true
dream on

{ 10:33 pm }

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Wild Horses

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am,
You know I can't let you slide through my hands


Wild Horses couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away


I watched you suffer a dull aching pain,
Now you've decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind


Wild Horses couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away


I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie,
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried,
Let's do some living after we die


Wild Horses couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday


Wild Horses couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday.



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the rigours of the modern life. the only constant is change. the only anchorange is in flux and speed. sanitised, cold. without a view from nature. yet, we call this place a home. is it ? Posted by Picasa



and yet, perhaps, we always look forward to the openness, that abundance in landscape to draw solace and respite from. the harmonious crashing of the waves and the gentle beating of the winds. the cacophony of all makes sense, and once again, i find temporal peace and bliss against the dogmas of the government, and the bane of the As. Posted by Picasa

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Thursday, November 03, 2005


the rigid,urban life we are all condemned to. Posted by Picasa

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