5:04 PM
Monday, June 1, 2009
dreaming; singing; dying; laughter
IT'S OVERR :D
NO MORE CHEENA TIL NEXT YEAR, WHOOOOTS!
i bet i can PASS, just whether C6 or C5
yay, going to watch Angels&Demons with my mum tonight :D
i want this dress! [$14] but im broke D:
it's from FIONA'S ONLINE SHOP
JEM-LESS TIL WEDNESDAY :D
whooots, he's gone to sports camp
PEACE AT LAST :D
ombg. i cant believe zachary missed the paper today
he bloody OVERSLEPT &missed an O LEVEL EXAM.
thanks goodness it's only chinese
can retake at year-end.. but STILL!
i love this song, very.. interesting
im very bored D:
i edited this image
to become these
gorgeous right :D
LUMPY :D
it seems like most people found the paper generally easy
that's not a good sign D:
it means the standard &marking criteria goes up
shreya is going to die a horrigible death tomorrow
&i love you :D
NO MORE CHEENA TIL NEXT YEAR, WHOOOOTS!
i bet i can PASS, just whether C6 or C5
yay, going to watch Angels&Demons with my mum tonight :D
i want this dress! [$14] but im broke D:
it's from FIONA'S ONLINE SHOP
JEM-LESS TIL WEDNESDAY :D
whooots, he's gone to sports camp
PEACE AT LAST :D
ombg. i cant believe zachary missed the paper today
he bloody OVERSLEPT &missed an O LEVEL EXAM.
thanks goodness it's only chinese
can retake at year-end.. but STILL!
i love this song, very.. interesting
Before The Lobotomy by Green Day
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground
Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Sign my love a lost memory
From the end of the century
Well, it's enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
But when the sky is falling down
It burned your dreams into the ground
Christian's lesson is what he's been sold
We are normal and self-controlled
Remember to learn to forget
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes
Well I'm not stoned
I'm just fucked up
I got so high I can't stand up
Well I'm not cursed 'cause I've been blessed
I'm not in love 'cause I'm a mess
Like refugees
We're lost like refugees
Like refugees
We're lost like refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground
im very bored D:
i edited this image
to become these
gorgeous right :D
LUMPY :D
it seems like most people found the paper generally easy
that's not a good sign D:
it means the standard &marking criteria goes up
shreya is going to die a horrigible death tomorrow
&i love you :D