Wings tattered and torn She lies in the corner Tired and worn She breathes slow
Waiting for anybody To save her Any single body, anyone worthy To rescue her
She's the angel who lost her wings With no place to go Walking on the streets Would someone find her?
An angel she was long ago And what a happy and blissful time Happiness she now has to forgo With emptyness in her heart
Mend her wings, Mend her heart Don't take her things Don't take her away.
i heard that electricity prices have shot up once again thanks to the oil prices.
after much consideration i have finally came to a conclusion on how our government rules the country. smart actually... by giving a little bit first before taking a whole lot more from the people. sounds familar? there was a cash rebate of less than five hundred recently, and erp gantries started popping up here and there.
it's really sad to see my parents, and every other adult ranting about how this country is getting difficult to live in.
it's really scary to think how much would be a simple chicken rice cost you when you're grown up.
things can be different. why are the top leaders earning so much? by what they accomplish? nah. it's because they CONTROL everything... including their own salary. look how much george w bush is earning for being president and compare that to what our dear PM~ is earning. ouch. really hurts to see him proclaim that his salary justifies his work.
money money money... must be funny in a rich man's world. looks like money is no longer funny in singapore. :(
pardon this rant. too much time reading up on politics and stocks liao.. lol
soccer tmr. cant wait. about time i went back to exercising too
Just Feel Better - Carlos Santana feat Steven Tyler of Aerosmith
She said I feel stranded And I can't tell anymore If I'm coming or I'm going It's not how I planned it I've got a key to the door But it just won't open
And I know, I know, I know Part of me says let it go That life happens for a reason I don't, I don't, I don't Because it never worked before But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything to just feel better Tell me what to do You know I can't see through the haze around me And I do anything to just feel better
And I can't find my way Girl I need a change And I do anything to just feel better Any little thing that just feel better
She said I need you to hold me I'm a little far from the shore And I'm afraid of sinking You're the only one who knows me And who doesn't ignore That my soul is weeping
I know, I know, I know Part of me says let it go Everything must have a season Round and round it goes And every day's the one before But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything that just feels better Tell me what to do You know I can't see through the haze around me And I do anything to just feel better
I can't find my way God I need a change And I'd do anything to just feel better Any little thing that just feel better
I'm tired of holding on To all the things I ought to leave behind, yeah It's really getting old, and I think I need a little help this time!
Yeah
[Guitar solo]
I'm gonna try anything to just feel better Tell me what to do You know I can't see through the haze around me And I do anything to just feel better
And I can't find my way God I need a change And I do anything to just feel better Any little thing that just feel better
edit: bucket list and i am legend dl-ed for someone liao hahaha ^^
A cardboard box it was formed by By which nobody knows why
All he wanted was a hug But other boxes treated him like a bug
He left boxland, wondering when he'd get that hug he oh so craved No other box ever left home, he was brave
All he wanted was a warm embrace Would you fulfill his dream? For this hero of the box race?
wrote this for yunrong few days back out of randomness. lol. outing with 2c peeps tmr. real long time since ive seen them liao. guess time really passes fast. it's been around 4 years since we separated as a class. getting late liao. its 5AM =/
my heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it... like it doesnt belong to me anymore... it belongs to you. and if you wanted it, i wish for nothing in exchange. no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. nothing but knowing you love me too. just your heart.. in exchange for mine.
In the lake of ducks in Notredame Lived an ugly greyish one From an unknown heritage she was The other ducklings treated her as moss
Her fellow ducklings, Jack, Will, Kate, Jane Poked fun at him constantly, reminding him of her name. "The ugly duckling", she was called by them Ugly he was. Ugly when life began.
The bullying continued every day Bullying and name calling in every way. Till one day Jack pecked it till it bled Crying, the ugly ducking fled
Years in the pond past And the ducks did not hear of it at last. Duckling to duck they grew And a generation had started anew.
Till one day a stranger came "Your name please! Tell us your name!" The stranger said not a word Then spread her wings like a bird.
Unvealing a majestic looking one One which Will recognised as a swan "I'm the ugly ducking", said the one who had been, "No you're not!" Jack said, "You're a queen!"
Staring at Jack with cold black eyes The swan showed the scar to him, frozen as ice. Shocked turned to regret for Jack As he realised that she was indeed the one he called Black.
Then she flapped her wings and joined them in the pond The very same pond Jack broke her bond "Ugly duckling I am no more" "But who are this ugly ducks? One, two, three, four?"
At that moment the four wished to hide For in the swan, they saw pure white Beauty was all they could see As they snapped into reality.
Then with almost a singing voice the swan spoke "Your words broke me, and tied me up like a rope" "I thought I'd never see the sun" "Thanks to you guys," looking at them one by one
People reading please understand This story applies to many men Watch what you say and do For maybe one day, your words might just come haunt you.
On the 25th storey Stood a young man with a sad story On the ledge of the building His eyes tearing, his heart burning.
He jumps off.
23 floors to the bottom, He thinks about the trouble he had gotten The stocks have crashed down All his cash have drown.
He continues his desent down. He sees the whole world.
Reaching the 17th storey The young man wonders about his honey What is Jessie gonna feel? This is not any fictional story or reel.
The wind on his face. The joy of flying. The irony.
On the 10th floor He almost sees heaven's door A tinge of regret, he felt Money's a situation he could have dealt.
The ground is fast approaching Any talk of the afterlife He's gonna experience what's gonna happen First hand.
Flying down to five Pictures flying past. Pictures of his life So it's true Your life really flashes past you when you're due
"Goodbye, good world" He braises himself for impact He closes his eyes. And heard a dull thud Silence.
A crowd gathers around A young man, his soul heaven abound. His smashed up face hidden The emotion of regret written
Shouts of "Oh my God!" A boy whips out his camera phone and snaps a picture Aunties shaking their head in disbelief Girls hugging their boyfriends in fear Soon the police comes and clears the scene And once again life goes on.
The young man wakes A light shining on his face Hark! The angels all in song For a man who's life went so wrong.
And the young man felt peace finally. He smiles as he walks into the glorious lights.
--Benjamin Tan-- 7:06AM 18th Sept
later gotta go school make dough for some ass presentation for some china university.
bloody waste of time. bloody waste of HOLIDAY time.
