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When You Know Me Then You'll Think You Know Me. Other Than That, Don't Waste Your Breath Trying. No Prizes For Guessing, Really.


I'll Post One Up When I Feel Like It.


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Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself
should be leaving but I stay

Fade, made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
I could fake it
But I still want more

Say, say my name
I've been here before
You are not my savior
But still I don't go

Monday, November 20, 2006

i felt the need for a change of link, so i did. could have never stayed there for long, always kept moving on.

so, finally the exams are over. scraped through, though am rather glad that everything's over & done with.


how funny that whenever i sit here, in front of the computer screen, with my fingers poised to type, i can never seem to think of anything vaguely appropriate for the public to read. sure, it's a blog; the abode for poor teenybopper souls who would flaunt, rant, cry or merely shoot trash out of their sorry mouths just to show the world what they've been doing, etc, but i find that redundant most of the time.

i don't really feel the need to write about these banal interludes in life.

so tell me again why i'm having an online journal when i can't pen my thoughts freely (there's no such thing as 'free speech' in singapore) & that i'd rather stick needles into my eyes than spout frivolous details of my ordinary life on the world wide web?

under the fringes of adulthood