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Friday, September 30, 2005

 

Love Song Lyrics - Five For Fighting

    Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes
    Put away that bullshit, big boys they don’t go crying to their mamas
    She’ll be back soon
    Put away your raincoat and make your bed
    Take another bullet right to your head
    We’re going on a picnic and we’ll get there soon

    She says ­maybe it’s over
    He says there’s plenty more fish in the sea
    I say­ don’t go away from me

    Put away your dinner and have a snack
    Tie your little brother up in a sack now
    We’re moving to the country and we’ll get there soon (she says)

    Pack up all the things that you don’t deserve
    Take another swing wait­ here comes a curve ball
    I bet you can’t hit it 'cause you’ll swing too soon

    She says maybe it’s over
    He says there’s plenty more fish in the sea
    I say don’t go away­
    Don’t go away
    Please don’t go away from me

    Take those damn pictures off that shelf
    Put away your mama you don’t need her
    I found you a new one­ she’ll be here soon

    She says my God it’s over
    He says I found another fish in the sea
    I say ­why me?
    Why me?
    Why me?
    Why is it me?
    Love Song - Five for Fighting

    I'm kinda tired. Been trooping over Singapore to study, or at least try. I'm sick of under-performing and I've gotten my wake up call. I've always known this, but today Andrew told me he isn't going to try because his luck mightn't hold out. Mine is even more tenuous; I've over-relied for eighteen years. I'm rehashing old stuff anyway. I like to do this.

    It takes a helluva long time to go from Serangoon to Boon Lay. It's a trip I never care to repeat. Urgh. Do you get car-sick? Bored easily? Restless on long journeys? If so, this trip is not for you. I don't know why I can hoof it in a car to Malacca but not across the little red dot. I'm weird that way.

    I'm rambling about irrelevant things, so I might as well not. Surprisingly, I didn't screw up the prelims, rather the reverse. Haha. My luck holds through again. I'm going to get my bean bag! -crosses fingers and toes-

    Tags:
    Mr Zuel: Haha I'm fine. Thank you for the luck! I'm going to need it.
    Nic: They ARE huge aren't they? Bleah. Ohwell... Who cares :p
    Jenn: what's brobdingnagian? o_O
slash with the pen ||| 5:03:00 pm