Doo doo doooo(The Ministry's Morning Anthem)

hello citizens the ministry bades you good morning
get bathed brushed breakfasted and bready
put on those sneakers your uniform and your bagpack
pull up the straps.up up the straps
get plugged in and strut strut strut

cool kids, never have the time
shakedown, 1979!




this part of my life....
its called "backseat boyz"

these walls

i built these walls around my heart
my soul, my being
my genuine feelings, my esteem
i locked them out

i built these walls
to keep out dark hurt and pain
to keep intact myself
and shield me from these friends
each brick fills up a hole
every layer is harder, colder

these walls protect me
i am safe inside.

safe and alone

but, these walls they choke me,
blind me
hurt me
trap me.

Ever So Often

i open my mouth to say something , or i really want to do something.

but a thousand reasons not to i will surely find,
and a million more considerations pop up almost instantaneously and choke me.

this is also kinda a reflection of the dashboard on my blog.there are many entries which are only drafts, and not yet posts.

things i say, but don't exactly say.
i think its quite wasted la, cos i was reading some of the drafts, which i never had the courage to post, and hey, they're quite amusing.
in fact the first 2 lines of this post was actually a draft just lying about in my list of entries for quite some time.

if only we could find the courage to
say what we need to say.

Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead

If you could only
Say what you need to say (x7)
Say what you need to saaay...

"Have no fear
For giving in
Have no fear
For giving over
You better know that in the end
It's better to say too much
Then never to say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open."

-John Mayer,Say

*i actually quoted the lyrics of a song here.something which i kinda swore never to do cos it totally turns me off when i read blog with lyrcis on em...

oh well.
always a first time for everything ey chum.

you betcha

Today, We Celebrate Our Youth

a rousing speech:

Gone is the old, here is the new!
the , new, YOU(th) !
come join me in setting meaningful aspirations for yourselves and think happy warm fuzzy thoughts that fill your innards with a multitude of colourful bubbles.
brudders!comrades, and fellow doods,
today, we celebrate our youth!


a reality check:

i, have, a shitload of work to do.and i'm gonna spend my whole youth day battling through monstrous piles of project work paper work afterwhich i intend to plunge through the labyrinth of economics market structure before taking on the raging beast that is my math tutorial.not to forget the little minions such as procrastination and the internet which will only serve to hinder my progress.

arrrr,
today, we celebrate our youth.


is it just me?i wonder.dang.

U

my first midyear grade
traces the lower toilet seat
no better than the stuff in it




as soon as i set eyes on you(pun intended)
i knew in my academic life there wouldnt be few
but that dont matter as much as stew
cos i have got you , my first damn U


so lame la...but...yea.