let the last song play as I've been counting to this day decked in the finest, dollars and cents the power of powder, it doesn't matter
as they close the doors, the clock start as the Cinderella rushes in last curtsying as the shadows look in wonder while everyone's gaze is away
the flashes, the guffaws and laughter we remember the times once more cameras out, we want to capture this moment of hidden tears
music aloud, we sing our hearts voices choked with emotions they make the balls so hard to swallow as we struggle with ourselves to smile
one last photo I want to take one last time I'll ever see one last night I was reluctant for this one last day I'll ever know
and on the ballroom we are in celebration watch you spin around on the highest heels you are the best one of the best ones we all look like we....
after all the songs and melodrama I finally see how it ends of poems and songs at length the missing piece is it never gets there
escorted @ 8:57 PM;
Tuesday, November 27
a good song gone wrong by remix
how did this
turn to this...
What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok, but that's not what gets me
What hurts the most was being so close And havin' so much to say And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was trying to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you every where I go But I'm doin' it It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder Gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret, but I know If I could do it over
I would trade, give away, all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken
What hurts the most Is being so close And havin' so much to say And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do
What hurts the most Was being so close And havin' so much to say And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do
Not seeing that loving you That's what I was trying to do
I know I used this line in one of my poems before, but the song itself is originally just so...oooh.the evils of techno remixes.sighs...
escorted @ 1:29 AM;
Sunday, November 25
when will you learn?
when will couples learn to respect their marriage vows when will they learn that children are not pawns for their stupid rows
when will breadwinners know that money is not all the dough that sometimes they can be wrong that the world is more complex ever
the people that you seem to judge the problems that you take out dishing out emotional damage to your youngest son
I worry, he's got two more you think he's strong in all these? there's the bamboo, strong but hollowed out and shallow
why're you slighting women when you don't know a thing that your ego is so in the way that you can't even see day
when I run away, I'm not leaving There's nothing I can do Nor anything that is possible and I'm suddenly the deserter
This is not a lousy hotel It's a babysitter's nightmare with 3 kids under my care when will they ever learn?
escorted @ 9:47 PM;
Tribute to Business Case Study
Handbags And Gladrags by Stereophonics
Ever see a blind man cross the road Trying to make the other side Ever see a young girl growing old Trying to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the Gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
Once I was a young man And all I thought I had to do was smile Well you are still a young girl And you bought everything in style
So once you think you're in you're out 'Cos you don't mean a single thing without The handbags and the Gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And take a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the Gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy Oh oh
They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the Gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
escorted @ 1:24 AM;
Friday, November 23
AREA CLEANING
BEFORE: Welcome to my study area. As you can see, it's not a room...and the posters are old. I put them on the wall a very long time ago when the table could support my weight.so you see... it can't be taken down like how it went up.
my trusty radio that blasts the music for studying (so you can probably expect what kind of studying there is and what kinda bad grades I get)
as you can see, the fan has outlived its life
bad bad bad
where I study
the exam schedule...
below the exam schedule
the unrecognizable shelf
the napping area
AFTER AREA CLEANING
the study area
the napping place now
the napping place AGAIN
there's shelf now
took me two days...and it still doesn't look well
escorted @ 10:33 PM;
Tuesday, November 20
Green Light
Finally, I'm allowed to have no holds barred enjoyment
Firstly about the exams. MATH HL WHYARE YOU SUCH A DIFFCULT ONE?
I realised that when I walk out of the exam hall today, I was free from academic restrictions for a long long time
The journey was meaningful, fraught with grumbles pain and frustrations. Rantings at horrible assessment, but the end is still worth it, albeit a little reluctant
and my nice player just totally died on me. one week after i put in some songs...all that modernisation must have put a strain on it and now I' m left with songs in my phone to listen while my player gets repaired/formatted(hopefully not!)
now to a whole list of things to be done before I enlist. yeah, contrary to popular belief, I will not disintegrate into nothing when exams are over...
