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Friday, February 27, 2009N

this is gonna be a mood-lifting post.
although it doesnt mean i'm over that i-am-depressed mood.

i'm getting to love 09S24 more and more.
we are just a bunch of crazy high people.
especially our fu tou bang. (axe gang)
LOLS.

this idea was specially originated from colin.
cos after lectures,
9 of us tend to go off together.
so one fine day,
he started dancing this fu tou bang dance.
which made the 8 of us laugh extremely hard.

next,
our econs lecturer for theory of supply is like.
MONOTONE.
his first lesson made almost everyone of us sleep.
to kill his boredom,
colin once again did something funny.
he drew out the 10 dollar note.
with all the details inside.
it looks nice la, though.

then, alan the hungry guy is always asking for food.
the way he ask for food is like funny la.

they are love.
serious love.

if that were love you gave me,
why does it hurt that much.
if that were freedom you gave me,
why does breathing seems so hard.
if that were choice you gave me,
why had i gone the way unknown.
if that were what you give me,
then i rather it be no.
because the love was over-flowing,
the flood breaking the shores.
it wasnt meant to be like this,
but the things just go wrong.
you said you didnt plan for it,
you said you were sorry.
you said you really do love me,
you pleaded me dont go.
but times were hard and different,
things were turned around.
i cant stay here forever,
knowing i am wounded.
it was lost and forgotten,
the love that we once had crowned.

it was like holding to a knife,
hold it right and save youself.
hold it wrong and that's the end.


heart blue w/ glitter 10:02 PM