Monday, November 24, 2008

RUN

ROUGH WEEKEND





Ah Da up YOU ARE FUCKED UP OKAY
YES YOU ARE AND YOU NEED TO CLEAR YOUR MIND
fucker you keep on bleeding 'cos you are a moron.

Then my supper date with Fion & Joey got cancelled ='(
PLEASE GET WELL SOON. don't cancel the Tuesday one!

My Gunners lost again, wrapping up a terrible week for 'em.
From Theo's injury, to Gallas outburst, to the stripping
of his Captaincy, and then a toothless and cowardly performance.
Arsene, when will you see the light? The midfield was the WORST
in the 13-14 years of your reign. Diaby? Denilson? Song? JOKE!

OH AND I GOT INTO A QUARREL WITH MY MOM
(rolls eyes at myself)
And my Dad looks like he's going broke, 'cos he told
me I'm not getting a new phone anymore. NOOOOOOOOOOO ='(

I'm dreading school. I hate school.
I HATE SCHOOL. I HATE SCHOOL
I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY 3 WEEKS BREAK
dread dread dread

The only good thing about school last week was...
MISS 'FAT THIGHS' VANVAN vs. MADAM 'HIPPOPOTAMUS' JANET
showdown of the centuryyyyyy
and the outcome = Vanessa 1 Janet 0

SO

Here I am, dedicating this to you DA.
PLEASE stop. (in fact I've dedicate lots of shit to you already)
You are hurting not only you ='(


I'll sing it one last time for you,
then we really have to go.
You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done.

And I can barely look at you,
but every single time I do,
I know we'll make it anywhere away from here.

To think I might not see those eyes,
makes it so hard not to cry.
And as we say our long goodbye, I nearly do.

Light up, light up.
As if you have a choice.
Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you dear.

Louder, louder.
And we'll run for our lives.
I can hardly speak I understand.
Why you can't raise your voice to say?

Slower, slower.
We don't have time for that.
All I want is to find an easier way,
to get out of our little heads.

Have heart, my dear.
We're bound to be afraid.
Even if it's just for a few days,
making up for all this mess.

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