there's no such thing as second chances

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name: Marcus sng c.b
nick: bubble, m.s.c.b
school: none right now
birthday: 18/06/89

orange addict

Saturday, October 22, 2005

hmm, so im on study leave now.
been doing the lamest thing i can ever imagine, mapling. :D
the days been fine.
im just wondering if i really am supposed to be in it and whether i really can fit in.

i'm feeling so f-ed up.
the thing is im not used to it.
and im new to this thing.
i am trying to get used to it.
but it's difficult you know?

okay, i have hatred for a few people.
like wtf, stop commenting about others when you yourself look like "OMG!" .
so just shove off you fugly piece of dirt.
and stop proclaiming yourself to be someone you can never be.

oh~ i forgot.
hmm i'm gonna miss people in my sch.
especially the G5 and the bitches and some of my really good friends and maybe a few teachers here and there.
i'm gonna miss the politically-correct david, the violent and spontaneous gerard, mr "magician" wei lun and the swimmer(like me) emheng. BUTTERFLY ROCKS! :D
i'm gonna miss the bitchy and daddie's boy, daniel. :) "spongecake and brownie" bing liang and "THE QUEEN" and inverse of SWL, ws. ( though i know i'll see you again after O's) ;)
im gonna miss the hilarious times in the classes i've been in, my cca and my other friends from the school. :
sighh.

can't you see that i wanna be here with open arms.

- lost, broken , confused.

raison d'etre [I`m in love.] 2:29 PM

If you pull too hard
Then the string will break.
And if you leave the slack
Then the string won't hold.
So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
Fill the glass to the brim
And it will spill out.
And keep on sharpening the knife,
And it will, it will be so blunt.
So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
To be at one with all your life
So how can we find ourselves (So be)
Trapped in our own private hells (at one)
Where we just scream but no one can hear (with all your life)
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins (And do)
The treasure is found within (without)
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear (doing a thing)
Don't try too hard to understand
Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand.