Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song ...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo

And the days go by....
like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more...than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
something within him
But the moment...that I first laid...
Eyes...on...him...all alone...
On the edge of...seventeen

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song ...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo

I went today...maybe I will go again...
tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
familiar
And I see you doing...
what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet...
and the voice from a choir
And a melody...nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song ...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo

The clouds...never expect it...
when it rains
But the sea changes colours...
but the sea...
Does not change
And so...with the slow...graceful flow..
of age
I went forth...with an age old...
desire...to please
On the edge of...seventeen

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song ...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo

Well then suddenly...
there was no one...left standing
In the hall...yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs...and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
just to hear the call
Of a nightbird...singing...
come away...come away...

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song ...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo

Well I hear you in the morning...
and I hear you...
At nightfall...
sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable...to hear you...
my love...
I'm a few years older than you...
are (I'm a few years older than you) my love

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby...ooo...said ...(repeat)



STEVIE NICKS DEFINITELY KEEPS IT ALIVE.

The whole world seems

crimsonbloodredscarletappleredcherryred

when you're tired of reading

chemistryphysicsbiologygeographychinesehistorymathematics

all over and

overagain.




Because there are red streaks in the whites of your eyes,
there's a hell lot of drowsiness in your head,
and you continually scratch your head,
which definitely isn't any help at all.




sometimes i wish einstein was my neighbour or something.









And i had a really strange dream last night.


I was at this comic shop and then all of a sudden i was drawn into a comic. Then I was at this street. Some mannequin suddenly came up to me and started dancing with me. After that it brought me to a fountain and we started fishing.


Then I woke up and saw the crimson daylight.

Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine,
you blow my mind,

Hey Mickey,
Hey Mickey!



In such solemn and boring times such as the pre-EOY period, it's like paradise to be able to listen to such a funky song, even if it is very old. But who cares. Ever heard of VINTAGE? Hell yeah.



'Cause every time we touch,
I feel the static,
And every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky!



That's another song, by the way.


Music isn't my life, and it definitely isn't what I live for, but it's definitely something that can't go missing in my life, especially in crucial times such as the studying-for-EOY period.

ARGH. But I can't download Hey Mickey into my handphone!! IT'S MY FAVOURITE SONG! NOOOOOOOO. What's the point of having Bluetooth?!
!@$%!##%%* (repeat)





Applebombs

Maybe one day,
applebombs will drop out of the sky,
sprinkling us with the joy of
having apples fall on our heads,
then maybe,
we'll become like Newton,
and we'll ace our Physics exams,
and each get a Nobel Prize.



This poem is dedicated to Physics, and those who are utterly confused by it.

It'll be over soon. A month. Just a month.

After that I'll be jumping around in Euphoria and singing songs of different languages and saying "hell care" to those who cover their ears whenever I open my mouth to screech a note. I'll be skipping along Orchard Road, in Vivocity, Velocity, Isetan, Borders, Kino, Bugis, J8, and anywhere my two feet can carry me to. I'll be staring at stuff and change in and out of the latest fashions, wear high-heeled shoes that I can't balance in and pretend to carry those five-hundred dollar handbags with sleek silver shiny stuff on it and in the end tell the salesgirl that I'm broke but no worries I'll still ask my mummypoo to buy them for me and then go off to try some of that perfume and use the same excuse again. I'll hang out with all my loves and we'll go watch whatever movie we can, or maybe because it's so expensive to go to a cinema (especially on weekends), we'll probably just wait for the pirated CD to show up then we'll sit in our own homes and eat whatever we can while watching it. I'd be sitting in front of my computer all day and stare at whatever YouTube, Crunchyroll and Veoh have to offer for me. I'll go channel surfing for five hours a day until I can finally watch a show I can actually relate to, and I'll be so free I might even enjoy whatever crap commercials they have.

Man. Right after I finish reading about map-reading. Then after that I still have to revise Chemistry, all those elements and their properties and the structure of metals and whatever acids and alkalis and their chemical formulas and what-not. Then of course, not to mention physics whereby I have to pretend to abide by Newton's stupid laws about how things move and start cursing the stupid apple in my head. Of course, I still have to memorise all the stuff about Biology, and it might be quite fun! Fun, to read about body parts and what happens during sex, and also about food pyramid and what other birds eat and how come these birds are white when their parents are red and whatever things heredity has to offer. Oh yes let's not forget the subject i'm failing, yes Chinese. Enough said. Oh yeah and there's history too. Gosh. After I photocopied Hui Yee's cousin Eddison's notes, my history file has become twice as thick with all those RI notes. Gosh. Why'd Japan have to attack Singapore? Obviously, I'm supposed to find out that for myself.

Right after I go pee.

Procrastination HOORAY!

I've been really bored lately and decided to go to quizilla. After taking a huge number of Harry Potter love quizzes, I think i was paired up with:



Harry Potter - 14 times (yes i counted. i told you i was bored)
Draco Malfoy - 16 times
Oliver Wood - 10 times
Ronald Weasley - 11 times
Cedric Diggory - 5 times (he's dead for god's sake)
Fred Weasley - 10 times
George Weasley - 10 times (gosh. they're really identical man)
Dumbledore (bah. who cares about his full name?!) - once. (DUH. hello? generation gap?!)
Severus snape (please, the other choices were like ... Filch) - once
Crabbe and Goyle (i am supposed to choose one) - once
Hermione Granger - once. (gosh)

you can obviously see how bored i am even though I'm supposed to be studying whatever's on my table right now. hahaha.

oh, and take a look at this:

A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
B: Loves to make people laugh
C: Really easy to fall in love with
D: Is a great dance
E: Beautiful eyes
F: People wild and crazy adore you
G: Dont let people tell you what to do
H: Easy to fall in love with
I: love to laugh
J: Easy to have fun with
K: Really silly
L: One of the most romantic people you
know
M: Makes dating fun
N: good bf/gf
0: Really easy to fall in love with
P: Popular with all types of people
Q: A hypocrite
R: Can kick your butt
S: Lives life for fun
T: Great Friend
U: Gets blamed for everything
V: Not judgmental
W: Very broad minded
X: Never let people tell you what to do
Y: Loved by everybody
Z: Lives life for fun


So... my name:


L: One of the most romantic people you
know
A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
U: Gets blamed for everything
R: Can kick your butt
A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

T: Great Friend
S: Lives life for fun
U: Gets blamed for everything
I: love to laugh

M: Makes dating fun
A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
N: good bf/gf

Y: Loved by everybody
A: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
N: good bf/gf
G: Dont let people tell you what to do

I am apparantly VERY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS.


hell yeah.

Lorro

like, OMG
When I see hotness, I SHRIEK
When I see cuteness, I SQUEEE
When I see ugly, I avoid.
When I see bastards, I slap
When I see you, I sigh.

This is
me.
103'06 203'07<3
314'08 <3
NYSJ YR 3'08<3
Your typical hell-rocker
Hot guy-ogler
Your best babe and sugar.


But I still wish for that Peter Pan to sprinkle fairy dust on me, and carry me bridal style off to Neverland.

In the end, I'm still

me


203'07 <3
Cherylin
Jia Wen
Kim
Lannie
Lannie's photos
Ah Xuan
MC
Rachel Sim
Shi Yun
Stephvers
Tong
Wanda
YQ
Ytene
203'07 <3

314'08 <3
Eewei
Alicia
Nicolette

NYSJ YR3'08 <3
Sharon
Sinying
Priscilla
Shao Ting
Geng Yu
Hui Yee
Angie
Jeraldine

6E'05 <3
Nat
Nat
Tane
Nish
Qing
6E'05

Others <3
Joie
Geoff
Greg
Ms Teng
Lorro(:





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