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tomorrow will mark a good day.
no matter how tired i am,
no matter how badly class goes,
no matter how many teachers scold me,
i'll be seeing you.

and i won't ever flinch. is bored and erm.
rah. run, run keep on running.
maybe if i run far away enough, no one can hear me. today has been a weird day.
technically, it was yesterday.
argh.

mo and the middle finger
sort of go hand in hand.
hahahaha. pun intended. ah. since life is so boring,
i'll wait it out.
and in the mean time, i'll study. i am pissed with the world.
okay fine, not the whole world.
the people who are just blind to the whole book and cover and judging thing.
argh i'm incoherent when i'm pissed. great. and so it begins again.
homework,
noisy house,
and the rest of the world treating me like a fool.
wheeeeeeeeeeeee. in one hour, it'll be the next day,
and it'll be the first day of term2.
and you know, there are many changes to be made.
and a lot of effort and discipline will be the needed.
anyway talking about that. i found a scrap of paper
with another poem on it. wrote it during maths.

Time

It still seems dark,
but somewhere the sun has risen.
A bank has opened,
and it's the beginning of a new day.

Everyone gets an equal share,
a regular supply of indefinite gold,
one of intangible currency;
till Reaper knocks on your door
when you're really old.

Sometimes we pay gold unknowingly,
be it sleeping or procrastinating,
but like all responsible people would feel,
money can always be well spent.

As it passes,
things can grow
and surely die;
rivers will flow
and birds, fly.
The bank gives to everyone
neither dollars nor dimes,
but Father time. on high places standing tall,
thought the bridges we built would never fall;
surely what we had should suffice,
little did we know the sacrifice.

I love you, you said that too,
loved me, you used to;
I gave you my all,
but you turned and let me fall.

I lost myself to you,
but when you walked out,
I was still in two.
Pretty face and brown hair
and those deep blue eyes,
now cold like ice,
lost in those deep blue eyes.

_______________________________

heh. i have to write about something else. new skin! woots.
ahahaha the guitar solo in fix you is awesome. it's not everyday you stop talking to someone altogether.
i don't think i'm sad. but uh it just feels weird.
you know.
it's not everyday you stop talking to someone. i'm getting bored of this skin.
oh ahaha. i need motivation to study too.
haha. sometimes when you want to talk to someone,
but you can predict their exact reaction,
it sort of defeats the purpose of talking to make yourself feel better.
now what!? ah. i need to study. sigh i plan to finish the holiday homework early,
so that i can start mugging the TWENTY FOUR chapters for geog.
ouch. there is like no peace at home. none.
talk about a conducive environment.

i want to explode. i finally over this wishy washy cough like thing i had.
i know, so much for a biology student :D

anyway CTs were pretty much crap. besides the surprising EIGHTY for physics,
everything else is pretty much terribly usual, or usually terrible.
in this case, they both mean the same thing.
hahahaha. damnit. i need to find a place to study.
cause studying at home from like ten onwards, till the next morning is not healthy.
like three hours of sleep a day is... BAD. no duh.
five is okay. i'm averaging that. and uh, i'm not THAT tired.

then again, many things aren't healthy.
like going to school in a bus-full of sharks.

oh yea! the thing i wanted to say, haha since i'm finally wellll again.
i went to run. hohohho eleven twenty. awesome. because you don't see me...
who ever knew i was sitting there,
i could've been anywhere,
but no, no one failed chemistry,
the subjects too darn easy,
'hope you don't fall asleep,
while i'm a subject of mockery.

because if you're surprised...
i'll know why;
you don't know the real me,
and i'm not trying to make a plea,
if it's really all about the grades,
then i'll always be at the back of the line,
i know i'm better than how the system's made,
don't worry, i'm just fine.

because if you don't know me...
i don't see why i care,
it's beyond me why i still try,
life isn't fair,
but don't push it,
i'm not gonna cry,
not gonna shed a tear over you gits. Woah Oh (Me vs Everyone) ~ Forever The Sickest Kids

I candy coat and cover everything that I'm still hiding underneath.
It's been a long time. It's been a long time.
A thousand faces looking up at me
hands are pointing ceiling oh what a feeling.
I've got friends in highly low places
I'll stand up push it and push it up, can't afford to lose now.
I've got friends in highly low places
I'll go inside when I wanna party, grab a girl and dance (don't touch me).

Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
Why do I put myself in these situations
Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all

Girl, who taught you how to move like that?
At this pace your at you're going way to fast.
I, I saw you from across the room
It's me versus every guy it's your choice you choose.

I've got friends in highly low places
It's been a long time, it's been a long time
and maybe baby you can rise above the rest and meet me yeah.

Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
Why do I put myself in these situations
Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all

Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
Why do I put myself in these situations
Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all

You're worth losing my self esteem
Your clever words mean nothing more to me than a lot I've heard in a movie
you're worth losing my, losing my, losing my self esteem
you're not worth putting myself in these situations

Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
Why do I put myself in these situations
Whoa oh whoa whoa oh
I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?