You've got the poison, I've got the remedy
Sunday, March 23, 2008
//why.
Why, why, why.
We ask questions sometimes.
They never do get answered, do they?
I still have to ask.
WHY
WHY THE FREAKING TOOT WHY!
I studied.
I did.
Despite my initial unwillingness to study, I STUDIED.
sidenote: studied comes out as stupid. stupid.
And in the end? I got a stupid 38/60.
Congratulate me.
*claps*
What a wonderful mark! :) I didn't fail!
...
Just now my mum called me.
Because in the school bus I sent her a SMS pertaining to this incident.
And lectured me.
Sadly, I didn't really pay attention.
I caught the gist, though.
Like:
1. I maybe never answer to questions.
(Very likely)
2. I lost touch with format of some questions like from P4, P5, etc.
(Also very likely)
3. I never revise enough.
(Also also very likely)
Therefore I shall spend two hours a day revising.
...
When the call ended, I cried like siao.
I could practically feel my heart break lorh.
I dunno.
I messed up my life.
I might as well go and die now.
There's no meaning in life now.
Is there?
I don't know.
But I have to life.
For all the people that love me.
Mushy, yes.
But whatever.
---
I wanted to blog about the assembly talks etc. by sorry, in no mood.
Don't blame me, really.
:) Cheer for me, people.
Cheer for me.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDs8EBFSgW0
I love my mum.
OK this is random.
._.
Labels: corrinne may, fails, life, meaning, no, sad, science, song
You've got the poison,
I've got the remedy.
@11:13 PM
Friday, March 21, 2008
//song i wrote.
Ha. Ha.
burnt by my acid tears
Verse 1;
How long was it
Since I cried
Tears of sorrow, not joy.
Verse 2;
I need you,
You’re my pill,
Dunno why this is like that
Chorus:
I’m burnt
By my
Acidic tears
I’ve no idea
Why this goes
Round and round
Never to end.
*repeat chorus*
Verse 1;
I try
Not to cry
Blinking back
Verse 2;
I don’t
Really care
Why I’m this
Sad
*repeat chorus*
Ariel's blog/blogskin inspired. I wrote this.
Labels: acid, burnt, by, i, lol, my, song, sorrow, tears, wrote
You've got the poison,
I've got the remedy.
@12:05 AM
Thursday, March 20, 2008
//songwriter stardom.
I'm like damn sad lar.
I started this post, happy.
Because I thought I had made Niko happy with my lame and fcking stupid excuse of a song.
All fake lar.
Ariel was the one who did it, all by herself.
Stupid.
Yes, that's me.
Stupid.
I believed in someone. I thought I trusted.
Niko, it's not your fault.
It's mine.
All mine.
Quoted from Ariel's poem:
life,
a bed of roses
without the thorns—
high,
high on happiness
for so long.
smile,
smile with glee
sing a happy song—
cry,
cry tears of joy
laughing maniacally—
like you’re really happy.
quoth the powers that be, go through life
hyperventilating with ecstasy, so they won’t
ever have to do anything
to help us—
lie, cheat, steal, whatever it takes
to uphold the plastic façade on our faces
so that even with our last breaths
somewhere, far away,
we will be unashamedly, falsely
positive.
I've to be positive.
Labels: i, rock, song, star, write
You've got the poison,
I've got the remedy.
@11:55 PM
