welcome

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
Won't stop 'til they've reached their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something
something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

-Crazy, Simple Plan





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Tuesday, February 10, 2009 ( 1:35 AM )

anyone still reading my blog?
Lol. =D

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Monday, June 9, 2008 ( 1:30 AM )

Taking a break feels good.

Been handing in blank pages for quite some time.
The game always stops halfway.
*Blanks*
God knows why.



Compromise is not an option.
"That's your problem, don't create trouble and become my problem."

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Monday, May 26, 2008 ( 10:47 PM )

Faith has gone.

Despair is what remains.

The feeling of letting go is ever stronger.
That would be irresponsible.
Holding onto the smallest things to stay afloat.




Perhaps I'm just tired.

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Sunday, May 25, 2008 ( 11:20 PM )

2 blog entries to spoil my mood.
Everything aside,
Mid-semester tests first.


Don't talk like you know everything.

Don't talk like you know me.
Even if you did, well, people change.
Fuck situations.


If you have anything to say,
say it IN MY FACE.

After my tests, that is.



Who won't be sick of all these shit.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008 ( 1:21 AM )


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Tuesday, May 20, 2008 ( 9:15 AM )

Oh my dog.

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Monday, May 19, 2008 ( 11:58 PM )

Seriously, you're killing my sense of humor.

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( 11:35 PM )

To make others think positively about you,
you have to think positively about them first.

If you keep thinking, "they are bad, they are bad".
Do you think in your mind they would ever be good?

It takes two hands to clap,
same goes for making up.

No one wins in a war.
If you think I just want to win, how wrong you are.

Wouldn't it be funny for a leader to give in?

Doesn't it seems like the parents are gone and siblings are fighting like nobody's business?
Lol wtf.
Parents -> Respect.
Elder siblings -> Little / no respect.


I just want to find back the feeling for all of us. (Long long time ago)
If you don't want to co-operate, fine.





Just fuck off.

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Sunday, May 18, 2008 ( 2:09 AM )

I think I used this sentence today. Lol.


On second thoughts, I won't elaborate on this picture.
That person should know.

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( 1:47 AM )

A taste of how we used to train in the past.

No rest.
No air-con. (During clubhouse renovation)
No mirrors.
No complaints of tiredness.
No shit.


Yeah it's tough, but that's the way it is.
Past trainings have been too slack, WAY too slack.

Keep the concert in mind and forget all others.
The concert is supposed to pull everyone to work together and all.
It seemed to have defeated its own purpose.

If that's your narrow mindset, no one can change it for you but yourself.
I don't want to see the splitting of sides, but if you don't realise it yourself,
there is nothing I or we can do.

Even if some don't say it out, it was written all over the face.

But you know what?





I don't give a damn.