a sense of deliverance. can't wait for it to all come to a close. this is a perfect example of what a bad story gets labelled as experience.

interesting comment found on a forum..

"Like politicians, we get the advertising we deserve - because research shows that's what our values are."

Isn't it sad then, that my nation only focuses on new coats of paint and elevators instead of greater issues like retirement plans? Yes, it is.

Voting twice with similar results.. and they still complain we're apathetic.

You're stuck on me
and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though
I try to hide, I like you
I like you

I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe,
you got me, yeah
You got me

The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours
it knocks me off my feet

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you

I can't imagine what it'd be like,
Livin' each day in this life, without you
Without you

One look from you, I know you understand
This mess we're in
you know is just so, out of hand

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
'Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you

I hope we always feel this way,
I know we will
And in my heart I know that,
You'll always stay

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh my heart is filled with you

Oh You got me. You got me.

..::.colbie caillat.::..

it's amazing to be the reason for that smile on his face.

Sometimes the heart needs a long restart to realize how it feels to be off your sleeve, and back in your own chest.

I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
But I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song

And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up, I'm on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight, Ooh

I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath a rubble sing a rebel song
Don't want to see another generation drop
I'd rather be a comma than a full stop

Maybe I'm in the black, maybe I'm on my knees
Maybe I'm in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart

As we saw, oh, this light
I swear you emerge blinking into
To tell me it's alright

As we soar walls
Every siren is a symphony
And every tear's a waterfall

Is a waterfall, ah
Is a waterfall, ah
Is always a waterfall
Every tear is always a waterfall, ah

So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I'll raise the flag, Ooh

It was a wa-ah-ah-ah-aterfall
A wa-ah-ah-ah-aterfall

Oh, Oh

Every tear
Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall

..::.coldplay.::..

the cool ex-lunch kaki bunch.

missing all the laughs and sinful indulgences.

two weeks fly by when you're.. not doing anything.
two more weeks to a new beginning.
ticktock!

zebloodyscallywag!

There are three legs of the tripod of wisdom.

The first leg is simply experience. Try things. Do things. Live things. Life is a swimming pool, so jump in at the deep end. Have a personal interest in as many things that life can give you as possible. Try everything that comes your way, and hunt out the things that don't. And remember it all.

The second leg is knowledge. Knowing the good and evil, the triumphs and failures, the pettiness and the glory of people. You get that by watching and listening, reading and thinking, but rarely by speaking. Accept all and judge nothing. And by knowing yourself. For you are a microcosm of all humanity.

The third leg of the tripod is empathy. The tough one. Remembering experiences and being able to empathise with the other point of view, to the point you actually get yourself inside the mind of others. The bit that can, and frequently does, wake you, desperately trying not to scream, at 3 am.

So there is your tripod. It sits there, proud, bold and completely, totally, utterly useless, until you add the last component, the pinnacle and binder that holds it all together.

Love. If you can't feel a connection to the question, or the questioner, the tripod collapses. Becomes a useless pile of twigs, to be swept away as trash.

..::.mystery man of guyspeak.com.::..

released from the shackles.
finally. 33months.

grounded for 12months.
now to witness the downgrade from gold-silver-blue.
boo.

the mass exodus.

verifying the right decision.

repeat to self: i'm a sucker for christmas. i'm a sucker for christmas.

i'm all for the christmas spirit. 11 more months to screwup, fail, and then make it all up again. how fun.

note to self: never attempt to host a party when you have laryngitis. NEVER! merry silent xmas.

nerd-out.

RGH! who care about focus?

COOKIEEE!!!

where on button? VOTE NOW

muahahaha =D

i just realised... i can vote!
not many locals can say that.

kudos to the 15 of you who pulled off the surprise!
awesome love plus the many balls on top of the 23rd birthday chocy cake.

forever forever 23 and more! yay!

waka waka spain spain!

torres del toro!

con: do you ever think if the side of the towel you're using to wipe your face today, was used to wipe your ass yesterday?

::right after musing over incriminating bad fashion choices on neoprints circa. 1998::

买东西.吃东西.买东西.吃东西.
here we go again!

utterly confounded by your arrogance. so much so, my depression has taken a back seat.
nobody is your minion.