Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
composed.* 3:27 AM
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The angel who lost her wings
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
composed.* 2:57 AM
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Friday, September 26, 2008
its been rather long since i posted liao..
nothing much been going on these few days. lol..
very tired liao la. bb.
composed.* 2:23 AM
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
new song uploaded.
best chill out song. e.v.e.r.
enjoy.
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 ^^
composed.* 7:24 AM
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just came back from outing with 2c'ers!
gonna run liao... tata!
composed.* 6:19 AM
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Saturday, September 20, 2008
The box.......
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 =/
would you fulfill my dream?
composed.* 4:51 AM
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Friday, September 19, 2008
i think i love you....
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.
composed.* 6:41 PM
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lets have some fairytales.........
The Ugly Duckling
adaption by myself =)
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.
--Benjamin Tan--
composed.* 12:22 AM
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
--ON THE 25TH STOREY--
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.
composed.* 7:02 AM
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this blog is so dead.
oh wait, the blog was not living for starters. -.-
going poems on it from nao on.
to the few who read, enjoy =)
composed.* 7:01 AM
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