Applebombs
Monday, 10 September 2007
♥ 19:15
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)
ApplebombsMaybe one day,applebombs will drop out of the sky,sprinkling us with the joy ofhaving 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.
