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Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
Won't stop 'til they've reached their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something
something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

-Crazy, Simple Plan





I was shy to make my move
That’s why I cried when you left my world
My life was full of loneliness
Unless I see u walking home
That’s when I started writing letters after letters after letters
It seems my papers running out faster

Gotta be gotta be my everything
You’ve got what I want
Gotta be gotta be my everything
You’ve got what I need
Gotta be gotta be my everything
Tell me what can I do
When I’m really really crazy over you

I’ve never cried like this
The words I wrote for you
I noticed you from far
But all you see is like I don’t give a damn
Boxes piling up
Are you going of
Im telling you its too tough
When I feel I almost had you but

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl
This is so typical, they were so typical
For example boy loves girl, but girl doesn’t know that boy loves her coz,
The boy is shy, the boy is why
The girl still stands strong livin’ her life
They were very good friends having very good chances
The man in boy, pretends that he had no love for the girl anyway
He keeps to himself in the place that he stays umm,
He writes letters, one after another, and other, ways he possibly could saying that
Gotta be, gotta be my everythin

That pressure was so big that he grew many pimples right?
And sings to a song that he likes and it goes like this

[chorus]

I know shes moving on
From me shes gotta hear this song
I know that she’ll be ok
And I know that ill be loving her so
Shes my soul
My everything in life I could have
I just cant let her go

It was another Monday, and the boy was working at MacDonald’s
Saving up money to buy a present,
A present that was meant for the girl, it was her birthday the next day, Wurr?
He memorized his final script and wrote the last letter,
Hoping that it was abit better, than the one before,
That’s what it’s for, he’s ready to make the first move, ready to score but,
Suddenly, in front of him, ordering fries and a cheeseburger was none other than the one he wanted,
The girl with another guy, she smiled, he winked, they both said, ‘hi!’
He was dumfounded, jaws dropped to the floor, closed it
And ran straight out the door,
And back to his crib where he cried and cried,
Cried and cried, and cried and cried

[Chorus x2]

Almost But Final - Sleeq





Saturday, January 17, 2009 ( 8:16 PM )

Whataday! WOW....


Today when i was eating MacDonalds at Tampines Mall
(mindyou. itsmacdonalds. Can'tbelieveit),
i saw this disgusting thing
(notthemusicschoolpeoplesingingoutside).
I was drinking my coke halfway when i wanted to pur the rest into my bottle, i saw
DRIED GLUE STUCK WITH BROWN INSECT EGG-LIKE

stuff on the paper cup. Inside somemore. Gross laaa.. WTF!! I tried to scrape it off lightly but it still stuck. MUST COMPLAIN!

Me: 'no'
Manager: 'sorry sorry'
'no. sorry no cure'
'sorry sorry'
'now you tell me what the sh** is this?!?!'
'sorry sorry'
'you no brain or brainless? !!! sorry no cure'
'对不起'
'wlao!"
*sings* its too late to apologise.. Its to lateee.. Wooo-ooohh--aaaoo..
'对不起对不起'
'come open your mouth. Aeroplane coming in. Yum-yum..'
*bites* *chews* and the manager becomes a gigantic cockroach and keeps gobbling down the big macs. I whipped out my handphone to call MIB (maninblack) to take care of it. MIB takes the falsh light think and made everyone forget everything.

HAHAHA~ No la.. i didn't do all that. I didn't even dared to do anything. Kenneth helped me exchanged the coke. While SB Nicholas tells us the story that his friend actually licked an envelope, got his tongue cut with a cockroach egg slipping into the wound. Time flies and a nymph hatches. DAMN> I dun want to be pregnant with insects!!! ARGGGHHH..

Stupidmacdonalds.
Stupidmanuafactorer.
Stupidinsect/dirt. S
tupidcup.
Stupidmyselffornotcomplainingtomanager.
Stupidcashierlookingatuslikewefakingitall.
Stupidluck.
Stupidcoke.
Stupidmyselfnevertakephoto.

Bring my own cup next time laa!

BAND CONCERT GREAT!

Me and kenenth and yixuan and nicholas and and vanessa and hongming and zhengjun and weehong and manjing and rebecca and chengxi and jeremy and sec1 that guy and sec1 that girl and.. ALL of them were there! I went from hearing the great music to complaining i can't see to going upstairs to watch to planning about camping in the hall to ghosts to scream1 & 2 movie to being scared and to cheering loudly.
Niceee work AHS Band. Nicee music. Am i even allowed to record it? Ummm..

DARN WHAT HAPPEN TO THE FONT!!


Thursday, January 15, 2009 ( 9:50 AM )

THANKYOU:>>>

I never thought you would even lay your eyes on my evil blog URL, vanessa. Hmm.. No2: HO. Harmonica la! Okay. Now you tell me how to play softball. HAHAHA! No3: whenihatehowtheylookatus, i pormised myself i am going to prove wrong. IAM. In some way or other. Watch!
Im not trying to go against you. but we've got to do what we do man. Hating something or someone somehow gives me the motivation i guess. Loving might be much better though. HAH!
THANKSＦＯRTAGGING>ＴＡＧＡＧＡＩNMAN!

I realise..
Sometimes, sacrifice is the real answer. Somebody just have to get it all done. Wouldn't mind. But its probably the sincere acknowledgement of this sacrifice is what we all want. No just handing over the junk so that the person gets all smelly and stupid while you go home to bathe under cold water. Its a sacrifice.　Its volunteered. Why am i even complaining?
Cause' digging out blue hard fragile 'stuff' from a small spoon into a small plastic bag ain't fun at all. I could be sitting on a green grassy field watching girls play sports. (thatsoundssomuchbeter. theylosttoGeylangMethodistanyway). Argghh.. Two more years of all this.

sobringallthecrapyou'vegottome.imfacingitlikeaman. Comeon.
ibelievewhenyougive, you willdefinitelyget. Ordefinitelybegiven.


Wednesday, January 14, 2009 ( 5:12 AM )

Do you know why we have failures?
Like everyone says, its to pick ourselves up and learn how not to trip and fall again. But sometimes, we just keep falling and falling, then standing and standing. But these falls leave injuries, mind you. This way, will we even get the chance to apply what we've learn to good use? Would it already be too late?
You know, people, we can't just keep doing our best. We've got to do it smart man. We can't keep thinking the next match, we are going to win. Because, we might just not. Then it'll be too late. Argg.. You know it.
If you really want to win it that badly, just give it the effort as much.

Today, we played with Bedok North and lost. About 7-0. We will never know the true score. Who would want to? They had some great batters but well, we did our best, some of us at least, hit the balla nd tried to run. But with that much pressure and nervous-ness, i guess perfection is out of the idea. Haish.. I hit a ball but my running was crap. My knees were so weird, like it can't go striaght when i ran so it made me two steps closer to getting a safe.

Who even reads this and also knows the play to a softball match??

Nvm.. Softball is just different from the other sports. Im sorry to the softballers, we;ve failed you.

ijusthatethewayalltheotherslookatus. Likeweain'tnoshit. We'llshowthemwho'stheman. Justsoonenough, waitandsee.


Tuesday, January 13, 2009 ( 7:48 AM )

Today GEOG lesson was a total blessing. We laughed throughout the lesson. Mr. Ben Tan is bloody funny! I can even still laugh now when i think back bout' it. He's soooo great!!
!!!
During SEL, Mrs Bong talked about leadership. I thought it was quite meaningful in a way as she told us things about reality that i hate. Like..
IF.. IF.. IF..
there was only a chance for 3 people from each class to promote, what would you do? You've got to elbow your friends out n' that sucks. Its heartbroken-ing. Its not that you don't want them to promote n' both wants it as much to get promoted. How? Then i remembered she once said, 'then bring your friends along with you'. I thought.. N' thought.. N' think.

HEY WAIT> THE TORTISE IS MAKING SOME NOISE> IM GOING TO CHECK ON IT>

Ok back. Yepp. I thought what she said was darn deep, something that we couldn't fully understand. She also mentioned that we should have leadership because we will be the 'role models' for our Secondary ones and twos. They would want to be like us. Like woaahh.. Ken's soooo PRO> soooo HANDSOME (howtospell)>, sooooo SHUAI, sooooo ... Yarh. You get it. I agree to this 100% because im a true victim. When i saw him i thought if he can do this well, i can obviously do better. (hahahahah)
Thankyou umm.. yeah. (don'tthinkyouknow, youactuallydon't)

I guess im becoming naggy. Telling you all this and makign you read is no use. You've got to go experience it yourself. I hope i did change.

I wouldn't even expect anyone to read this but if you do leave a tag! You DON'T even need to include your name! Just tag man!


Monday, January 12, 2009 ( 1:04 PM )

Some things are just not meant to be.


Friday, January 9, 2009 ( 6:23 AM )

I heard someone said: ' We live in this place where love songs never come true. '
buthey! love songs are so darn nice to hear though! HaHaa..

Haish.. I totally screwed my softball throw. My joints feel like tearing away my arms on every throw. I gotta do it right by TMR TYBY. So happy im part of TYBY!! :):):):):0:):):0 but why some people have so much objection. Its a blessing we get to have a chance to participate in anything. Small or big i bet..

Hais.. I guess im living in my own world here. No one's on this side. Itssad. Im sending invitations, i'll pay for the flight! Pleasecomesoon!

If anyone actually reads this. Hi! Im Ken! Im starting all new.
Im a softballer. Ilovethesport(andmanyothers). Although at times it gets real sian but im very glad its in my life. I've gotta ask you. Am i just an outfield? Just an insignificant position in this wonderful game?
The thought of it stabs my heart.

Today i learned something seeing some people do some things. Hereitgoes.
When weird young guys and girls together, the guys will do stupid and sily things to make the girl turn (comeon'ifoyucan'tyougottogo, itsmyturn!LOL). The girl stands and pretends nothing ever happens (comeon'sayawordorthey'llneverknow).
This is so dumb. Primary school.