Sat was a great day help out TPSU sub comm training camp and yah still haven lost the grooves that i had during the FOC. aniway after the whole event i kinda think of the effect of having me and losing me.
the good thing was whenever i was around , the atmosphere is definately great but when i leave who will take over me and how is things going to be fun. Ok i am not trying to say i am indispansable but is kinda true......
ok enugh of all the self esteem thingy
after the camp i joined in the gang at town. The gang consisted Ahmad, Fir, Naz, HXC muhsin, yan N the GF(initially but in the end she went back home and i did not manage to catch a glimspe of her) ani way yah it was realli great getting together and listening to thier blabbering thier NS stuff but it was still fruitful eventually. ani way met them at orchard building dan from there headed to plaza Singa to catch the Loo and also Yan Bought MAcDonald and yah Naz and Muhsin Left for home while the 3 of us continued our journey from plaza Sing al the way to Esplanade where we all took our respective night rider back home......it was realli fun yah and though it was tiring i guess it did not bothered me.
Sunday
Last day of work and had to work with the Siao Cha Bo for the last time. Though it was like 10 hours of endurance i guess i pass it with high flying colours hehehehe coz it felt like it was 20 hours working with her.....after work went home straight and yah slack and slack
today
slacking again later heading to MEdiaCorp to support the Singer and have to wear red colour dat looks so the EEEE ani way good luck to him later on yah.......
btw these are a few punk rock emo songs that reminded me of those days.......
DO YOUR FEET HURT
can i call you sweetheart or even baby doll? if i had your number, you'd be getting a phone call can i leave you a message on your machine? letting you know that you're the bomb and you blew up on me are you anxious to see me after your next class? do you care when i tell you step around that broken glass? can i see you after you get out of school? i won't even mind if you treat me cruel take a ride on my vespa, i'll take you home i'll climb up to your window and read you a poem i know that you believe in the one true god above and that's why you're waiting for your one and only love do your feet hurt? did you fall from heaven? 'cause you've been running through my mind all day my mind don't mind i don't know what to say or do i can't eat when i'm with you goodnight sweetheart i gotta go and you won't come to my next show
MOVE TO BREMERTON
when i meet a special girl she always lives somewhere else in the world don't want to call her on the phone wanna talk to her when i'm at home drop out of school and run away quit your job, you got a place to stay pack your bags and hitch a ride bremerton's a good place to reside move to bremerton - we'll hang out move to bremerton - we'll go all out move to bremerton - will you be mine? (move to bremerton til' the end of time) i'll change the street signs you drive down so you end up in my town i'll re-draw the maps all one by one so they all lead to bremerton drop out of school and run away quit your job, you got a place to stay pack your bags and hitch a ride bremerton's a good place to reside if you cut your hair and bleach it too you gotta know that i'll have a crush on you i'm a sucker for a short haired girl with a pretty smile she gotz to have ideas, yeah, and she gotz to have style
CHRISTALENA
cristalena, ya she's so cool cristalena, she's out of control half the time she don't know where she's at cristalena don't know much about that but you know, and i know cristalena but you know, and i know where i've seen her cristalena, she's in her own world she's always happy as a littly girl cristalen's nice unless she's annoyed cristalena happens to like boys - but not me cristalena, where'd you go? don't even know where you've been cristalena, won't you stay? please don't go away, won't you be my friend?
ani way these songs are from MXPX heheheheh
old skool
taken from LET IT HAPPEN album
Monday, August 22, 2005
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