but every superman has his kryptonite.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Trial's on the 8th of June I think. Hope I make it even though it'll be really hard.

And every time I close my eyes I thank the lord that I've got you and you've got me too. And every time I think of it I pinch myself 'cause I don't believe it's true that someone like you loves me too..

[ jason ] | 5:35 pm |

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Ran off from school at around 10.30 in the morning today. Haha. Guess I'm going to skip flag day on Thursday.

Can't they just cancel the orientation. =\

[ jason ] | 11:40 pm |

Monday, May 23, 2005

School starts tomorrow. As always, hope for a great class =\.

Drank some Barcadi, hope I can sleep sound tonight.

[ jason ] | 10:39 pm |

Friday, May 20, 2005

You bloody asshole forcing me this way ain't called pressurising me? Just get the fuck out man.

[ jason ] | 12:28 pm |

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

School's starting.. Hope I'm put in a great class. Well, Jun Zhang's in my class so it cannot be that bad anyhow.. Haha.

I need my touch back!! I'm slipping so much and I don't feel like I'm making love to the ball. =\. I HOPE it's because of my screwed ankle but I think it's because I am lazy at practising and suck.

I want my dearest........... touch back.

Happy or not? Irony sucks.

[ jason ] | 8:56 pm |

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Bah. Nothing much to post nowadays. Boring, real boring. Ankle got wrecked; hope it recovers soon. Damn love handles so freaking hard to get rid of. Damn parents are giving me shit. =\.

She
May be the face I can't forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things,
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast,
May be the famine or the feast,
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dreams,
A smile reflected in a stream,
She may not be what she may seem,
Inside her shell.

She
who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last,
May come to me from shadows of the past,
That I remember till the day I die.

She
May be the reason I survive,
The why and wherefore I'm alive,
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years.
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears,
And make them all my souvenirs,
For where she goes I've got to be,
The meaning of my life is she.

[ jason ] | 3:38 am |

Haha.. That's a good one.

[ jason ] | 3:34 am |