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islands
I don't have to leave anymore. What I have is right here. Spend my nights and days before.
Searching the world for what's right here. Underneath and unexplored. Islands and cities I have looked.
Here I saw Something I couldn't over look. I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave.
I've been found out. So now I'll never explore. See what I've done.
That bridge is on fire. Going back to where I've been. I'm froze by desire. No need to leave.
Where would I be. IF this were to go under. It's a risk I'd take. I'm froze by desire. As if a choice I'd make.
I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave. I've been found out. So now I'll never explore.
So now I'll never explore.


Thursday, February 22, 2007, 8:46 PM

didn't blog for a long, long time now. not much to blog about except for the fact that now i simply have no time. i mean, there's tests popping up here and there and assignments and TENNIS and tuition and violin and bleah. Oh my god i'm seriously stressing okay?!?! and i got a very, very uneven tan. now, i'm black from my ankles up to the lenghth of where my shorts end. all you 6J-rians will see when i go back to mfps. oh and it's a wonder that no one in rgs knows my blog yet.( exception of carly and vera.) cos' i'm keeping it exclusively for 6J-rians till' at least MARCH. which is my birthday month by the way. and i have training on my birthday. wow. and just this morning i was thinking about how weird it was to NOT carry my violin to school anymore but intstead carry a tennis raquet. ooer..... interesting eh? i miss the air-conditioned music room!!!!! where mr ng used to practise for SYF! shouting, "FROM THE RETARD! FROM THE RETARD!" over and over again. actually it's ritardiando....or something. it's written as 'rit.' on our music scores. good memories. and i know that carly and vera are also stressing up right????? RGS is a VERY stressful environment so time management is the key babay.......

oh god lot's of homework and i just read about a guy that was a guinea pig and had food put through a hole in his stomach. eww....sorry i mean cool......:)