The Brief Summary.

written on the wall
Close to my heart
But just never close enough
It's forever the story
Of courage and daring
Times of tired smiles
And all the evil trials

Vagrant as we pray
Please make us more than just hearsay
More hungry than fire
Combustible desire
Do not to the streets
Waste our special feats

Brave the impulse now child
Cool off your burning lips
It wouldn't do us any good if you
Turned from red to grey
Grind those ivory whites now
And just before you let go
Roll up your tardy sleeves
Wear it there and make it through

I'm sorry but twenty or so
Of your years have been determined for you
Designation of your mind and soul
You have no control
So let it go
LET IT GO

Not without a fight we won't
Not without a fight we won't
Not without a fight we won't
Not without

Pardon patience
It's a painful game
But if it's waiting we lack
The mirror shows us who's to blame


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Jonathan Francis Ong Ju-Tsiang slash Paddy
]][::16/11/1988
]][::that's all :D

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Saturday, May 05, 2007
bzzat

hello hello

been rather busy with school lately. then again, as long as you're enslaved to the MOE's system, you're always busy with school. they do well to suck out any ambition young people have and poison their thought with false, lofty notions of becoming a "professional". living life according the financial years, FY after FY after FY. at first you'd think, "alright, this is only just temporary." then they give you a promotion, or a raise. and soon, before you know it, you're trapped in the snare again and by the time you realise it, you're too old and fat and old and fat and ugly and untalented and fat and old to do whatever it is you want that you find fufilling. "have kids!" they say. sure, have kids, they need fresh meat to be pumped into the cycle. then again, Singapore; so small, what to do. for something small machine to stand out among others, it has to be well-oiled and efficient; consistently producing results without faltering. well unfortunately, the world is a gianormous (meaning really big) machine which is ever-changing. it always needs new parts (countries) to work differently and that's why parts need to adapt to fit into the big machine's mechanism.

MEKANSM.


sorry, random. but don't you think it looks like a horse's head? i mean, look:


once again, i apologise.

waiting for the sirens




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