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Tallulah

Remember when we used to look how the sun sets far away?
And how you said: "This is never over."
I believed your every word and I guess you do it too,
But now you're saying: "Hey, let's think this over."

You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you,
I have a feeling you don't have the words.
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don't look back 'cause I am crying...

I remember little things, you hardly ever do.
Tell me why?
I don't know why it's over.
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night.
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me.

You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me.
I have a feeling you don't know what to do.
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words, and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven.

I see you walking hand in hand, with long-haired drummer of the band.
In love with her or so it seems, he's dancing with my beauty queen.
Don't even dare to say you 'hi', still swallowing the goodbye,
But I know the feelings still alive,
Still alive.

(solo guitar)

I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now.
I'll always love you, no matter what you do.
I'll win you back for me if you give me a chance,
But there is one thing you must understand.

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be...

Tallulah,
It's easier to live alone, than fear the time it's over.
Tallulah,
Find the words and talk to me,
Oh, Tallulah,
This could be...


Sonata Arctica, a quartet of the best song-writers.

The Prayer of Serenity:

God, grant me the serenity,

To accept the things I cannot change;

Courage to change the things I can;

And wisdom to know the difference.



Living one day at a time;

Enjoying one moment at a time;

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world,

As it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right,

If I surrender to His Will;

That I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with Him,

Forever in the next.


Amen.


This came to me by chance when i needed this most, i hope you will find this useful. It's not many people who think i'm spiritual and things, but i stick to God with my heart. I do hope this helps you in times of darkness, as miracles do happen, really.

One already just happened to me.

The Love Box.

Hey.

It's the holidays, really, it's more like prison sentence than holidays.

Welcome to Camp Green Lake.

No, you don't dig holes here, you just get owned by your mom everyday.

Oh well.

My Electric Red5 is coming in a week or 2!

Oh, and i decided that her name shall be Felicity.

No, not to make ivor jealous over some Felicia Chin.

Here:

n. pl. fe·lic·i·ties:
1.
a. Great happiness; bliss.
b. An instance of great happiness.

2. A cause or source of happiness.

3.
a. An appropriate and pleasing manner or style: felicity of expression.
b. An instance of appropriate and pleasing manner or style.

Yup, Felicity. I think it's a cool name.

Now, to make Ivor jealous (as he always teases me - for goodness sake, stop!):



Yes, yes, ivor, drool.

Haha, don't use too much tissues in your Ivor's Happy Time, save the trees!

Haha.

Enjoy.

Oh, boy, wasn't that good.

One more:


Don't stare at details, vor.

The freaking hills aren't really alive.

Cause if they were it'll be quite scary.

Like some freaking Bukit Timah Hill chasing the crap out of you.

"You fed the monkey, remember?!" - shouts Bukit Timah.

Oh well.

But then again, i don't think people during Rodger and Hammerstein's time minded hills chasing the lights out of them.

If they did, why would Maria be singing about them?

Haha.

Did you actually realise, that Maria has an orchestra stalking her?

Somehow, wherever she went, the minute she started singing, there was an orchestra backing her vocals.

So, indirectly, i happen to be part of the group of Freaking Stalkers.

Yes, Freaking Stalkers - Notated with a higher case F and S.

When she sand on the hill, there was The Hill Orchestra.

When she sang in the mansion, there was the Mansion Somewhere Random Orchestra.

When she was getting dressed, there was the Maria Is Changing Orchestra.

Ooh.

Guess it's not bad being in the Maria Is Changing Orchestra, eh?

Haha.

Whoops! If it was the original Maria,i think i might have puked.

Oh well.

So much for balaclavas.

Ad: Anyone needing a DJ for a great rave? DJ Soundtolife, bouncing into earth. Winter, 08' (Hopefully).

Yes, in case you didn't know, it doesn't snow in Singapore.

It just freaking rains the s*** out of the sky.

Another ad: Anyone requesting an electric violinist for a rock band? Coming, early Winter, 08'.

Then you can sing: Stop Turn Take A Look Around At All The Lights And Sounds.

Yes?

Haha.

I can't wait for it to arrive.

Ooh.

Hello, sandra (who popped a flashing orange section on my startbar.)

Okay, i think this is where i conclude.

Ta-dah.

Angry (feet).

A little poem, from Tim Minchin.

Watch it on the big video thingy on my blog.

(The first lyrics/poem pasting on my blog....)

Sometimes I get a bit angry
But you couldn't tell, no you couldn't tell
Unless you looked real closely
Sometimes I get a bit angry
But it's alright, yes it's alright
Cause I keep it out of sight
Inside, deep inside

I breast fed 'till I was nine
(I breast fed 'till I was nine, 'till I was nine)
Which my (quack) Doctor says is fine
And he, also says I deal with anger better
If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter

My mother was a (stupid bitch) caring lady
She taught me all I know
Although I was a little slow, she never gave up
She never let me (slut) down
Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbors house
When my dad was out of town

I didn't walk 'till I was 7
Or talk 'till I was 10
But neither did Napoleon according to my (quack, fucking) Doctor
Who has certificates in frames to substantiate his (dodgy, fucking) claims

My father left my mother for the love of (poontang) another
And I have a (bastard) brother
Who I've never really known
Because me dad moved up to Queensland
And he doesn't have a (bullshit you fat fuck) telephone

In primary school I had trouble making (ashtrays) friends
An issue which has become somewhat of a trend
The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me
Although my (quack fucking) Doctor says it's cool
And that loads of (fat prick, shut up I'm not fat) Kids at school
Have problems with communication
And that of course some medication would be wise
And combined with more honest self expression
Could help me with my issues with emotional repression
And at 180 bucks a session
I think I'll take the (thieving fat bastard) chap's advice
I quite like (porn) photography
And books on (guns) history
And I'd like to be a (politician) vet
And I feel as I get older
I'm more in control of my violent tendencies
And when I die (kill) die
I'll have no regrets

And I feel that all this writing
Is really (poofy) Exciting
And my (quack... quack) Doctor would be proud
Because I feel a lot less angry
And I'm saying stuff out loud
And I'm letting anger out

Like today in our last session
When I taught the (quack) a lesson
'Cause he said I'm not progressing
Said I wasn't moving forward
So I said
"Let's see how you move without your fucking legs"
And I tied him to his chair
And I pulled out my machete
And I listened to him beg
And then I cut his fucking feet off
While he laid there bleeding
I used his feet to kick him in the head


Enjoy. I love this poem.

I'm Blue (ba da dee)

Hey people, again.

My headache sucks.

Anyway, wonderful job to all those in the blue team - we made a debut in history.

Haha.

Can you imagine us in photographs and stuff on our kid's, kid's Social Studies textbook?

Wow. That would be a big surprise.

But definitely better off than the crap that goes into World History books.

Know why?

(Ask me, ask me!)

Because.....

The topics involve ME.

Haha.

Oh dear, i'm gradually turning into Paulina Wong.

*ahem*ANNE*cough*MARIE*ahem*

Haha.

The world is silent.

Except occassionally, with the mumble through my headphones.

Oh, well.

There isn't much to post about, expecially due to the fact that my head is probably cracking into two pieces.

Oh, oh.

The OMFG 4X400 relay.

Mens, that is.

Vorvor Painful Tan,

Ryan Lin Shou,

Gerahrahrah Lamefish,

and,

Donny (OMG like some rocket or something.)

Haha.

Ok, shit, PAINPAINPAIN.

I'm Alright.

Hey, again.

So much for NOT being in Sumatra.

I'm disinfecting my computer now.

Taking ages.

But hey! Guess what?

I found (so far):

5,860 files,

Infected (yes, yes),

With Trojan Horse.

"BOOM", i said when i saw that.

No, it's not from porn or anything.

The best part is, it came from my Runescape file.

The rest just came from Frostwire.

Boom.

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Gotta start work, soon.

Oh well.

Better start now, anyway.


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