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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
August ; the month of love


hello!

OMG?
SOMEONE SEARCHED "eblackboard bedok" on google and ended up at my blog -_-

ok la, at least its not those weird ones like, uh lemme think.
"crooked dick", "square boobs", "raining fruit juice", "flying crabs" or "funny pussy"

eh i know sure got people search these kinda things one lor. sicko nehnehs.

anyway, august has past, its now september.
no big deal right? it happens every year. it never jumps to october, before september.

BUT IT IS!

AUGUST HAS PAST AND I HAVEN'T FOUND LOVE!

is it good or bad?

i mean, i'd be less distracted, but it's often love that tides me through the stress of promos, nervousness in presenting to unfamiliar crowds and the lonely holidays thereafter.

ok fine, mostly it's just the times when i'm all lonely in long bus rides, rainy days because you used to fill them up the way we fill up our bottles at the water cooler.

sometimes hot sometimes cold sometimes in the most subtle ways that it starts spilling over.

and it's raining again. now.
correction. it's pouring.
its cold.

because i live in the house with 3 windows and no door.

anyway, promos in 17 days and i havent started! ahh!

ok must start now. self discipline!

(if i dont even have the motivation to blog, what makes you think i have the motivation to do anything else?)

Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love

I curse the day I first saw you
Like a rose that is born to bloom
Don’t look at me the way you do
Like the roses, they fear the gloom

Your thorns, they kissed my blood

Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Pretend you love me!

Indeed, reality seems far
When a rose is in love with you
Slaves of our hearts, that’s what we are
We loved and died where roses grew

They watched us silently

A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
Roses are not made for love

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Posted @ 9/02/2008 11:45:00 AM