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Sunday, August 08, 2004

today boys and girls i shall show you a trick. how to make people read what you write.
national day celebrations were routine. sing dance and bum around till its over. we had a charity walk round the rich neighbourhood full of people who have prolly millions, but didnt even donate to the whatever-charity-we-had. the fun began after the celebrations where sz bowling took off.
sz spirit was in the air. it smelled like sz spiritz. not bad la you all. got 8th place. blardy cheap la 1.50 a game only. sia laz. eh... today is sunday right? why am i blogging about friday... sian, im loosing my sense of time.

ann smiths zhai na nee? :)

today boys and girls i would like to talk about irony in cjc.
not to mention that the disbled persons toilet is on the fifth floor of our school,
and that there is a sign saying "do not leave your bags unattended" at the bag storage place in the library.
another nice one...

James Barr at 12:57 AM

your lipstick, his collar

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

i am james, you are stranger.. lets make love. 13/f/sg millionsopeaches@hotmail

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty or half full,

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It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

If I could open my arms, And span the length of the isle of Manhattan, I'd bring it to where you are, Making a lake of the East River and Hudson. And if I could open my mouth, Wide enough for a marching band to march out, They would make your name sing, And bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings. I wish we could open our eyes, To see in all directions at the same time. Oh what a beautiful view, If you were never aware of what was around you. And it is true what you said, That I live like a hermit in my own head. But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna...

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