Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexion The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see, I gotta have my bite, sir. Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,
I'm gonna live and live NOW! Get what I want, I know how! One roll for the whole shebang! One throw that bell will go clang, Eye on the target and wham, One shot, one gun shot and bam! Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum, And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir, At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!
"Conns isn't the girl frm the block As a matter of fact, I'll call her a rock. She stands by her beliefs rock solid She weathers thru any storm then rants a lil on twitterific Her taste in musik's devine You cld compare it to the the finest wine Every morning she's working her ass off at Bugis At night she goes "Whoop Whoop" at parties Forgive me, I write this lame poem as a friend I've forgotten to wish ya a happybirthday and I'm making ammends I hope my sincerity transpires Buddy, our friendship shall nt expire :)"
Hold heart, don't beat so loud, For me keep your calm, as he walks out on you. No, tears, don't you come out, If you blind me now, I'm defeated. No lips, don't make a sound, Don't let him hear the break in your voice. Hand, let go of his with ease and grace, Don't let him bleed under your nails. Oh lord, take off thy crown, You're my king no more with that merciless heart.
Hold heart, don't beat so loud, For me keep your calm, lest he walks out on you. No, tears, don't you come out, If you blind me now, I am defeated.
He took a step, but then felt tired. He said, 'I'll rest a little while.' But when he tried to walk again, He wasn't a child. And all the people hurried fast, Real fast, And no one ever smiled.
Blue lips, Blue veins. Blue, The color of our planet from far, far away.
hope you'll have a blasting birthday and a great year ahead. can't wait for you to move to your new place so we can have a slumber party, just like the one at my place two years back except we were chionging assessment. cya on Saturdayyyy :)) XOXOXOXOXOXO <3
I am colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am taffy stuck and tongue tied Stutter shook and uptight Pull me out from inside I am ready I am fine I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded and unfolded and unfolding I am colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am fine
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French joie, from Latin gaudia, plural of gaudium, from gaudēre to rejoice; probably akin to Greek gēthein to rejoice
Date: 13th century
1 a : the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires : delight b : the expression or exhibition of such emotion : gaiety 2 : a state of happiness or felicity : bliss 3 : a source or cause of delight
A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?
this will be ideal if i ever stay home long enough to use my land-line:
"In collaboration with technology brand Oregon Scientific, Kit Men has created an artistic DECT 6.0 digital expandable cordless phone called OREFON, users will enjoy a cordless phone sporting a sleek design to fit with contemporary rooms. The phone’s polished orange finish and icons subtly embedded into keypads provide a great ambiance that lends style to the modern home. The phone is the flagship product of Oregon Scientific’s cordless phone line and features high-end cosmetics and performs unlike anything in the cordless phone market. This second-generation product upgrades the brand’s popular DECT phones first launched last year, and mirrors the “simplicity” trend seen in today’s popular consumer electronics. Also available with extra handsets, enable users to place extra handsets throughout the home with only one phone jack required."
What if I fall and hurt myself? Would you know how to fix me What if I went and lost myself? Would you know where to find me If I forgot who I am, Would you please remind me? Cause without you things go hazy
and i dont even put up any pics anymore cause its such a bloody hassle. and if my memory serves me right, i think i had at least 5 blog ever since sec3.
the only reason why this blog still exist is so that i can drop in anytime i want and use as many iiiiiiii and be totallynarcissistic and theres nothing anyone can do about it :)
"I think about you all the time. I think about you even when you're with me. I look at you, I can't stop looking at you. I look at you, and I think, "That woman... That woman knows who I am and loves me anyway."
There's a drumming noise inside my head That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it It makes such an all mighty sound
There's a drumming noise inside my head That throws me to the ground I swear that you should hear it It makes such an all mighty sound
Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell
I ran to a tower where the church bells chime I hoped that they would clear my mind They left a ringing in my ear But that drum's beating loud and clear
Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell
As I move my feet towards your body I can hear this beat it fills my head up And gets louder and louder It fills my head up and gets louder and louder
I run to the river and dive straight in I pray that the water will drown out the din But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out
I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole Till there's nothing left inside my soul As empty as that beating drum But the sound has just begun
They're pickin' up pieces of me, While they're pickin' up pieces of you. In a bag you will be, before the day is over. Were you looking for somewhere to be. Or looking for someone to do. Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you. And on the back of my hand, Were, directions I could understand. Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker, Has gone and ruined all our plans. Our best-made plans.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time, Without a map, or road sign. Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin. I asked the Kings of Medicine.
They're pickin' up pieces of me, While they're pickin' up pieces of you. Lying on ice you will be before the day is over. It's a case in point baby, That you never thought it through. Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you. And on the tip of my tongue, Were, words that came out all wrong. 'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort, Left to dry-out in the Sun, The noon-day Sun.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time, Without a map, or road sign. Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin. I asked the Kings of Medicine, But it seems that they've lost their powers. Now all I'm left with is the hour.
Don't leave me here, to cast through time, Without a map, or road sign. Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin. I asked the Kings of Medicine, But it seems that they have lost their powers. Now all I'm left with is the hour.
Don't leave me here, Don't leave me here, oh no-oh, I wouldn't know where to begin.
"I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love."
Standing on a bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night In the kind of night Where you want to be out On the street, on the street Crawling up the walls Like a cat in heat
And the air is thin And it blows through your skin And you feel like something Is about to begin But you don't know what And you don't know when So you tear at your hair And you scratch at your skin
You wanna run away, run away Just get on the fucking train and leave today And it doesn't matter where you spend the night You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight Or calling your room on a concrete shelf Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed In a wishing well, a wishing well A wishing well, a wishing well Well you're tossed in the air And you fell and you fell Through the dark blue waters Where you cast your spell Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
So you stand on the corner Where the angels sit And you think to yourself, "This is it, this is it This is all that I have All I can stand Is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand" That you tossed in the air And I fell, and I fell All the way to the bottom Of the well, of the well Like those soft little secrets That you tell, that you tell To yourself, when you think No one's listening to, well
And the walls spin And you're paper-thin From the haze of the smoke And the mess calling The threat of your brow Under unmade sheets In your ear with the noise From the darkest streets We ran far and wide You screamed, you cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah, it's awful, I guess But it's the awful truth It was truth from the first To the last words that she read
And she emerged from the dark Like a ghost in my head She said, "I haven't forgot Any words that you said I just stare at the clocks And I cry in my sleep And I tear up your letters And I burn them in heaps And I gather the ashes In that hole in the ground Where we fell"
chu-er; watch red cliff the second time, had disgusting dinner at nyny and bought ip man dvd from a sales girl who corrected me by saying its I.P MAN. rofl.
back to work tmr, hope mum'll have a safe trip to india.
i miss her already :(
(when the time comes, i hope i can close my eyes and forgive you)