I did a quiz! Lol.

Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!

okay... I did this after dhanesh did one. Yes, I know, I'm a trend whore okay? Haha. just do the quiz lah. It'll take you barely 3 minutes.

Murder, he wrote. At 5/31/2005 11:22:00 pm

It was an April morning
When they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no
Whoa, the fun to have
To live the dreams we always had
Whoa, the songs to sing
When we at last return again

Swept New York a glancing kiss
To those who claim they know
To know the shrieks the seaman hears
The devil is in his home
Oh, to sail away
To sandy lands and other days
Oh, to touch the dream
That hides inside and is never seen, yeah

Into the sun, the south the north
Flys the birds of gold
The shackles of commitments fell
In pieces on the ground
Oh, to ride the wind
To tread the air above the din
Whoa, to laugh aloud
Dancing as we fought the crowd, yeah

Wandering upon the rings
What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas
Hold the heavens from the earth




thanks to led.

if only life were as ... simple as that.

Murder, he wrote. At 5/30/2005 02:16:00 am

okay...

Well. That was pretty irrational.

I get like that sometimes... angry just because i'm angry, you know what i'm saying?

Anyway, it's been a good two days. Liverpool won the Champions League, after fighting back from the death. 3-0 down against AC Milan, of all teams. After I saw Dudek's miraculous, and i repeat, miraculous double save from Shevchenko in the second half, i'm convinced that Liverpool was destined to win it. Cool Stuff man.

Came back from GP Exam ( which was harder than normal btw ), drank some booze and went to sleep. Maybe that thing i keep telling people, that if i had to be either a druggie/smoker/womaniser/binge-eater or alcoholic, I would be an alcoholic.

Ah. Self-fulfilling prophecy.

Murder, he wrote. At 5/27/2005 07:26:00 pm

cccrushed

Never felt this way before. Pissed. Furious. object of prejudice. misunderstood. caricatured. betrayed.

I mean it's really not that bad if some other people on the outside don't like me, wish me to fail. It's okay. It's really not that bad when people look at us ( or rather, me) and think, man that guy's a fucker. It's okay.

Danny Mills knows what I mean.

It's okay when people take your raw, innocent enthusiasm and pervert it to something malicious, caculated, dishonest. It's okay, really. Cos whenever something like that happens, I ask myself "Who the fuck are these people to me?" and I soothe myself instantly.

What really hurts is when something else happens, and I ask myself "Who the fuck are these people to me?" I realise that these are people I have BONDED my future to. People I stop just short of caring for like my family. And it really hurts. It's not losing. It's the betrayal.

Sometimes It's not what people do, it's what they don't do.

The General's Daughter knows what I mean.

Thank God there was Star Wars to keep my mind off things. Let's not even talk about the FA Cup Final. It was really devastating to me.



And by the way, I'm real glad that you, you of all people, are glad. Fucking glad.

Murder, he wrote. At 5/22/2005 10:06:00 pm