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Misrepresented Or Juz Misinterpreted.: hopes and dreams.
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Misrepresented Or Juz Misinterpreted. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. Today's song a lil more emo. Hopefully it makes you guys sit up and take a listen. The song is Heaven by Jamie Foxx. I shall go into the lyrics a lil bit lower, but for now lets talk about hopes and dreams. Both seemingly unattainable things. Places where dreams come true, and you feel contented. I guess im quite the idealist. And i have really big dreams and hopes. All along i've always told myself to dream big and hope even bigger. Wonde...
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Misrepresented Or Juz Misinterpreted.: November 2008
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Misrepresented Or Juz Misinterpreted. Sunday, November 30, 2008. I just finished reading 2 books in a rare slow sunday for me. Lyin on my bed aching from the 3 hours of bball together with itunes on shuffle,. Its been pretty sweet. Speaking of which, iphone.=D. Shall be mine at the end of this xmas or by new yr. Having used the iphone for a decent amount of time,. I can tell you im totally sold on its concept. I might've had doubts but i doubt no more. Something with high paced action. X'mas Factor " bas...
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strawberry fields forever
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Monday, May 31. Day1 of swim camp's over. and i supppose it ain't that baaad. My computer is highly highly screwed up, it keeps giviing me operation aborted. And it's getting very annoying cos now it aborts before my tagboard and links load, so i can't exactly read the stuff on my tagboard ):. Anyway i have days2,3 and 4 of swim camp to 'look forward to'. It does not seem to appeal to me much. Spending the first week of hols in school really sucks. And i think terry is the hulk of the swim team. But i th...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006. Today was my second day at work! It was thoroughly tiring, not in the mental sense, but in the physical sense. And I'm afraid if I do all this admin work for too long, my brains might just rot. Cos it's sooooooooooooo tedious and mind-numbing. I want to watch America's Next Top Model now, so I shall scoot. More about work another day! 0 red rose(s) just for you. Sunday, January 22, 2006. Alright, now that's done and out of the way. How to begin? The Things They Carried. So Al...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Thursday, November 24, 2005. The As are OVER! On a more sombre note, today's e4 paper - i bombed spectacularly. Tell me, how do i do well on an essay on which i compared only half a poem? That's exactly what yours truly did. i missed out the second half of the second poem to compare and contrast cos it was on the next page. it's enough that it's a compare and contrast - which i've never done for e4 before. And the second essay was rather terrible too cos i missed out talking about spiritual fragmentation.
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Saturday, December 30, 2006. It's really not that i don't wanna share with you, my dear. Either there's nothing to say, or it's all been said before, or i have no words. None at all for everything inside. which makes things harder for me cos i'm used to being able to put names to every single colour of the rainbow, words for every type of feeling a human could feel. and yet no words for the feelings inside. And how could i burden you with what's on my mind when you've already got so much on yours? What i...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Thursday, November 30, 2006. I always have these "omg, i love mno" moments whenever i do my readings. (okay Yisi, i know you're gonna think i belong in the loony bin right about now.). Good questions never die. it is only our attention that dies to them. This pretty much encapsulates what i feel about my questioning mind. sometimes i want to knock myself out silly because my mind's so bloody active, too lively even as it hides behind a pair of perpetually sleepy eyes on my face. OKAY BACK TO MNO. One bad...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Sunday, July 30, 2006. Okay I really really don't feel like moving into hall anymore. I'm not even there yet but I already miss my room so much. :(. I miss my mess, my bed, the animals on my bed, my wardrobe, my toilet. And I'm bringing one gigantic luggage worth of clothes tomorrow PLUS two sports bags. They're all bursting and I'm wondering what I put in now. I haven't even packed my shoes. Die lah. I don't know how. 0 red rose(s) just for you. Saturday, July 29, 2006. With Tri after that. Ha it seems ...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Thursday, March 31, 2005. Whooooo boy. i'm drained! And i'm getting damn stresssed. help! The stupid a-levels aren't till the end of the year. until then. Where am i gonna find the strength to carry on everyday? When i have to crawl out of bed each morning wishing i could sleep for just a little bit more. I'm such a sleep-deprived/depraved kid. what's the difference between the two words? Went for the band concert last night at the esplanade. I really liked the last two pieces! And i did my first mass PE...
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*i'd give up forever to touch you.
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Monday, May 29, 2006. White and frozen, the Snow Field lay. Pristine, empty, a blank sheet of paper. The erased pencil marks faintly visible still. Of names, places, dates deeply etched in. Buried under the snow, a withered poppy. Once brilliant red and vibrant, now dead. Covered under layers of feathery snow. The landscape remains unblemished, unspotted. Nothing can tarnish the smooth snow surface. Barren, dry, devoid of life it remains. Till summer solstice heralds the warm sunshine. Only to realise -.
