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Monday, October 17th, 2005
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| Your Career Type: Artistic | 
You are expressive, original, and independent.
Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.
You would make an excellent:
Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor
Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer
Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer
Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor
The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary. |
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Thursday, October 13th, 2005
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Dear everyone,
due to current circumstances(i.e people accessing my Livejournal when I don't want them to) I have decided to create another account. Only certain people will have access to that new account, so as to ensure the continuation of my privacy. I'll still post here, but my real posts will be on my other account. Thank you once again..
A
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Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
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Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
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I. The Death of St. Jimmy
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My heart is beating from me,
I am standing all alone,
Please call me only if you are coming home,
Waste another year flies by,
Waste a night or two,
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame,
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain,
There's no sign of hope,
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope,
There's a glow of light,
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night,
Bearing gifts and trust,
The fixture in the city of lust
What the hells your name,
What's your pleasure and what's your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame,
He says "We're fucked up",
But we're not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay,
In the state of mind in my own private suicide
II. East 12th Street
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And nobody cares,
And nobody cares,
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
And nobody cares,
And nobody cares,
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus is filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on east 12th Street,
He's not listening to a word now,
He's in his own world,
And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he's had plenty
Somebody get me out of here,
Anybody get me out of here,
Somebody get me out of here,
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away,
I don't want to stay,
Get me outtalk here right now,
I just want to be free,
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream isn’t for me
III. Nobody Likes You
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I fell asleep while watching Spike TV,
After 10 cups of coffee,
And you're still not here,
Dreaming of a song,
When something went wrong,
But I can't tell anyone,
'Cruz no one's here
Left me here alone,
When I should have stayed home,
After 10 cups of coffee,
I'm thinking,
Where'd you go?
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun,
Everyone left you,
Nobody likes you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun,
Where'd you go?
IV. Rock And Roll Girlfriend
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I got a rock and roll band,
I got a rock and roll life,
I got a rock and roll girlfriend,
And another ex-wife
I got a rock and roll house,
I got a rock and roll car,
I play the shit out of the drums,
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York,
I got a kid in the Bay,
I haven't drank or smoked nothin',
In over 22 days,
So get off of my case
V. We're Coming Home Again
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Here they come marching down the street,
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat,
Coming back from the edge of town,
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it's going nowhere,
Nobody ever said that life was fair now,
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear,
In the summer heat
The world is spinning around and around,
Out of control again,
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down,
So send my love a letterbomb,
And visit me in hell,
We're the ones going
Home.
We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running,
Just as soon as my feet touch ground,
We're back in the barrio,
But to you and me, that's Jingletown
Home.
We're coming home again,
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun
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Thursday, September 29th, 2005
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I notice that everytime I go AFK for more than a minute, Carrie goes offline.
Ah wells, have fun watching anime =D
And your theory does work out.
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Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
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So today after school, I packed my bag and headed for Changi. The trip was uneventful enough, except that I saw a person bearing a strong resemblance to Xiaxue, that famous/infamous/notorious/respected blogger who seems to appear in the papers every now and then. Then again, I was kind of disturbed at her, and just about everyone else, who was staring at the bloodstains on my shirt.
Will update more on this tomorrow, but for now, I'll leave you with this message:
I am officially on a diet of steroids.
P.S Carrie, sorry for just now, was in the toilet >.
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Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
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Carrie, please contact me when you come online...all right?
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Monday, September 26th, 2005
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Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?
[Chorus]
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
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Monday, September 19th, 2005
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Joe Normal
43 % Nerd, 30% Geek, 21% Dork |
For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored less than half in all three, earning you the title of: Joe Normal.
This is not to say that you don't have some Nerd, Geek or Dork inside of you--we all do, and you can see the percentages you have right above. This is just to say that none of those qualities stand out so much as to define you. Sure, you enjoy an episode of Star Trek now and again, and yeah, you kinda enjoyed a few classes back in the day. And, once in a while, you stumble while walking down the street even though there was nothing there to cause you to trip. But, for the most part, you look and act fairly typically, and aren't much of an outcast.
I'd say there's a fair chance someone asked you to take this test. In any event, fairly normal.
Congratulations!
If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback!
Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Professional Wrestling
Love & Sexuality
America/Politics
Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 23% on dork points |
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So here I am, finally taking the time to sit down and blabber and rant about a whole lot of things I've been going through.
The Chinese papers recently are easy. Too easy for my comfort. I actually got commendable results for my essay, and effectively drew with one of the top students in class(Jia Haur) which doesn't usually occur unless there must have been some serious error in the marking scheme. Then again, what the heck.
Mel and I have been thinking of setting up a proper band together, and we can actually work on our technical skills together. For once, I can actually work on my actual development as a proper bassist instead of doing crappy songs with a dumb band. Thanks alot, Max. Seriously. I'm not saying that Nick is dumb, but Kondo-kun is. At any rate, people have suddenly been interested in working with me(Terrance and Tobias), assuming I'd work with them without informing me prior to their decision(Nick, Wooshan, and Chihong), and actually agreeing with me on something that may work out(Mel and Shan)
CARRIE IS BACK!!! I JUST SIGN IN AND THERE SHE IS!!! AFTER MORE THAN A MONTH OF WAITING, OMG, OMG, OMG, SHE'S BACK!!!!!! Off to roll in bliss now.
-rolls-
So, anyways, she's currently complaining to me about how Windows 98 is crap. Not that I actually object to her complaining, I actually like it when she comes to ME(selfish now, ain't I?) to complain instead of others. It's just that she can't do anything about it, so it's best not to complain. It only makes things kinda worse, in a sense.
I find that I really like her more and more each day. It's unnatural, yes, but I really like her. She doesn't put on a facade, and is REALLY direct, instead of beating around the bush like 99% of the people I know do, and that's something I appreciate in others. She doesn't suck up to others either, which is definitely a plus. She doesn't say 'i relly relly like euu like i like my idol president bush' like some strange person displayed as his/her nickname on MSN, which probably meant that his/her romance wouldn't last a second if his/her object of affection saw that, unless that person was Bush himself. Even then, it ain't gonna be nice to idolise a person now, would it?
Now my mom thinks it's MY fault SHE dropped some eggs and it's MY duty to clean up the eggs SHE dropped and whatever crap. She's insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, GODDAMNIT SHE'S FRIGGING INSANE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
Why does my mother think she's always right? Why is everyone wrong compared to her? Why is she the only absolute truth, that even any celestial entities would be WRONG, UTTERLY WRONG COMPARED TO HER INCOMPARABLE TRUTH AND WISDOM? She has her own religion; she's the SUPREME EMPRESS, GODDESS, WHATEVERNOT OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND OTHER POSSIBLE, AND SHE AIN'T CONTENT WITH THAT.
Oh, so she's ill. And she's blaming it on EVERYONE ELSE for overworking her. Right. We, the puny, inferior slaves can OVERWORK THE SUPREME GODDESS OF THE UNIVERSE. Blah.
I'd better stop that crap before I drive myself mad. I'd rather spend my time thinking about Carrie, or about stuff to write about in lyrics and scrap them every time, or drawing random pictures, instead of taking notice of her antagonising EVERYONE IN HER GOD DAMNED UNIVERSE. If she dares make a move to restrict ME, she's gonna know the DEVIL OF HER UNIVERSE. Theoretically, Lucifer IS related to God somewhat anyways, so it wouldn't be unnatural if I took on the role of the Ultimately Evil in HER UNIVERSE now, would it? It wouldn't hurt me too much; she's effectively killed off all the love I've had of her, and she thinks she can win me back through money. Bah.
Argh, better control myself now. Shandy would warn me to stop anyway. She's always being the caring little sister, helping me divert my attention to other things. Ah well.
I'd better stop now, else I end up filling a couple thousand words worth of senseless crap denouncing the SUPREME GODDESS OF THIS UNIVERSE AND THE NEXT. Night, everyone.
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Sunday, September 18th, 2005
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| You Are an Emo Rocker! | 
Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn't mean you don't rock out...
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding. |
| Your Brain's Pattern | 
You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing.
You don't complicate matters when you don't have to.
You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that.
As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress. |
| Your Power Color Is Red-Orange | 
At Your Highest:
You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.
At Your Lowest:
You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.
In Love:
You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.
How You're Attractive:
You are very affectionate and inspire trust.
Your Eternal Question:
"Am I Respected?" |
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Thursday, September 1st, 2005
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You are Leo! You have the determination to fight
in the name of justice, and protect those you
loyally serve. A bit green when it comes to
the obligations of the trade, you struggle to
make peace with yourself when faced with
harming your friends to uphold your values.
Don't worry, it will all work out in the end
^_^.
What Scrapped Princess Character Are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You've got EVIL eyes. Either you were fucking
around on the quiz- or something isn't...
'right' with you, if you can understand what I
mean... please don't hurt me!!! I was just
trying to be honest! *running away*
What kind of anime eyes would you have?
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Wednesday, August 31st, 2005
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-Jesus Of Suburbia-
I'm the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
From the bible of "none of the above",
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin,
No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell,
At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me,
This is how I'm supposed to be,
In a land of make believe,
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix,
Sitting on my crucifix,
The living room in my private womb,
While the Mom's and Brad's are away,
To fall in love and fall in debt,
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane,
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
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-City Of The Damned-
At the center of the earth,
In the parking lot,
Of the 7-11 where I was taught,
The motto was just a lie
It says: home is where your heart is,
But what a shame,
'Cause everyone's heart,
Doesn't beat the same,
We're beating out of time
City of the dead,
At the end of another lost highway,
Signs misleading to nowhere,
City of the damned,
Lost children with dirty faces today,
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall,
And so it seemed to confess,
It didn't say much,
But it only confirmed that,
The center of the earth,
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
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-I Don't Care-
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
Everyone Is So Full Of Shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites,
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave,
We are the kids of war and peace,
From Anaheim to the middle east,
We are the stories and disciples of,
The Jesus Of Suburbia
Land of make believe,
And it don't believe in me,
Land of make believe,
And I don't believe,
And I don't care!
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-Dearly Beloved-
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying,
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
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-Tales Of Another Broken Home-
To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
To find what you believe,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don't exist
So I run,
I run away
To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one fucking times,
But not this time
I don't feel any shame,
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you've been victimized,
Tales from another broken home
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Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
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You, doing that thing you do
Breakin my heart into a million pieces
Like you always do
And you, don't mean to be cruel
You never even knew, about the heartache
I've been going through
And I tried and tried to forget you girl
But it's just so hard to do
Everytime you do that thing you do
And I, know all the games you play
And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that,
You'll be mine someday
'Cause we, could be happy can't you see
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you
And keep you here with me
Cause I try and try to forget you girl
But it's just so hard to do
Everytime you do that thing you do
I don't ask a lot (I don't ask a lot)
But I know one thing for sure (Know one thing for sure)
It's the love that I haven't got girl
And I just can't take it anymore
(Woah!!)
Cause we, could be happy can't you see
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you
And keep you here with me
Cause it hurts me so just to see you go
Around with someone new
And if I know you you're doing that thing
Everyday just doing that thing
I can't take you doing that thing you do
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Monday, August 29th, 2005
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Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
What happens next
[Chorus]
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
[Chorus]
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before
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Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
[Chorus]
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
[Chorus]
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
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Class, as of today, we have a new Geography teacher(temporary, of course) as Mrs Ruth Ann is still recuperating from her accident in which a motorcycle allegedly rammed into her. His name is Mr Zhang(is it spelt that way?). Say hi, class.
Very good, now let's introduce Mr Zhang(?). He is an old boy of Hwa Chong, having graduated in 1999 and currently studies in a university in the US bla bla bla just finished his first year bla bla bla bla back on his summer break to teach bla bla bla bla going to start lesson on coastal processes bla bla bla bla longshore drift bla bla bla bla bla bla breakwaters bla bla bla bla bla GROYNE(that was just a joke he cracked, class. Go on, laugh) bla bla bla bla bla bla oh look, 40 minutes is up, Mr Zhang(?) has to go. Say good bye, class.
Bleagh. Could never stand those machines that spew lines and lines of information in a monotone for 40 minutes non-stop. A frigging 40 minutes.
So, from last week, I have concluded that Nick is an uber drummer, I have the potential to be an uber bassist, and Kondo-kun has a long, long, long way to go before he can be a good lead guitarist. Oh, and we're currently looking for someone who 1)can actually sing, 2)isn't tone deaf, 3)possesses a decent vocal range, 4)has great passion for music, 5)likes rock music, and 6)is someone we all know. Nick can't do vocals as he is the drummer, and anyways his range is too low. My range is average-low, and Kondo-kun has a average-low range, furthermore being tone-deaf. Bleagh.
I am currently hoping to obtain an Ibanez GSR200 GSR Series Bass Guitar. I've literally fallen head over heels in love with it...hahahah. I don't know why, but it seems to call out to me...Time to start saving up for that $440, I guess. It's going to take a long, long time...Meheheh...
So let's see. I'm currently in a band(if it can be considered as one) with Kondo-kun and Nick. Nick and I can go pretty well together, but Kondo-kun has 1)a poor sense of rhythm 2)poor coordination with other people, therefore we aren't making much progress. I can't practise properly at home as I don't have my Ibanez GSR200 GSR Series Bass Guitar yet(don't you just love it's name? <3) nor Kondo-kun as we only have acoustic guitars at home, which isn't the same as playing on a proper electric/bass guitar.
So now the songs I can do on the bass before we actually attempt to write our own songs(if we get that far):
Green Day
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Wake Me Up When September Ends
American Idiot
Basket Case
Holiday
Whatsername
Jet
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Are You Gonna Be My Girl
Switchfoot
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Meant to Live
Well, that's all. I'm kinda out of time soon, so I've got to go. Bye people.
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Sunday, August 28th, 2005
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Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and EVERYTHING
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
SHE says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
HE said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing HER down
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Uh,yuh,yuh,ya
Grasping to CONTROL
So I BETTER hold on
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED
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Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
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Go!!
So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea
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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
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I am definitely in love with Carrie.
And I am glad she has chosen to give me a chance...
...hopefully this chance will hold out till 6 years from now.
I love her =D
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