swing life away.

Marbles would look nice in a big tub.

time for a couple of songs with meaningful lyrics. felicia recommend me this song i thought the lyrics was really good. rise against's swing life away.



Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.



did i jus said a couple of songs? hahha but im feeling tired.

im jus wondering how can people ever study at home. i took out my econs work and everything that i needed and i roamed around in the house. joining my ah ma and my maid for lame programmes. shows that seemed so stupid. why did people invent a black box. it only add harms. and now they're trying to slim the black box. but its still a big flat and expensive box. and theres this comfortable looking bed. how can people ever ever study at h ome. im so wondering. maybe i should complete my homework in school before coming home because i do nothing at home. im serious you know. jus what are inside these fellows mind.

okay time to keep my work. i'll do it in sch where there is no black box and no bed. life's a routine. same old dull chore you do every single day. school's a routine. i kept wondering about stuffs in life. i wondering would my life be better if im a kampong girl where i can collect seashells everyday then listen to the waves or take a dog for a stroll ( no way) or i jus helped out with household chores. that typical kampong girl so simple from those harmful black boxes. then kampong girls run over the beach watching sunrise sunset all that kind of shit.

okays me and my unwanted thoughts. i wonder a lot i guess. i daydream a lot i guess. but im trying to stimulate my brain right. okays forget it. im not wasting my brain cells already although there is only very little of brain cells in me. but still, i has some alright. i am feeling so dumb writing such a dumb entry tonight. i need rest. very much. i guess so.

but seriously no matter how early you sleep, you still feel tired right. i have this aftermath thing going in me since im in secondary school. if you slept late, you know you are going to feel weary damn weary when it comes and when it came, thats the aftermath. i wonder if anyone understood a single shit i've said. perhaps my partner would only get it. its just way too far to be dug out. those times laughing all the way comes lesser and lesser as we grew up. is it that so? sometimes in life, we asked many many questions but not all questions come with answers. nobody would answer your question if only you ask. and who would ask every single question we thought except for newton and his apple theory. and sometimes we say things many times but no one is listening. and sometimes you make a slight comment, people remember for life. and anyway, shiping occupied very little space on the earth. a shiping-shaped in the universe.

swing life away.