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Exits - bye-bye
Floodbox - what more can I say
Archive - everything I've been through
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credits;


Saturday, July 26, 2008

"Remind your parents we're tomorrow
Lead with morals and we'll follow
When they wake up they'll see
that youth fades and glory days deceive

What are you waiting for? let's move on
this
time is of essence, like your kiss
So say you're in with cards down and guns drawn, this is it"

"Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?

Who's gonna drive you home?

I just want one more chance

To put my arms in fragile hands


I thought you said forever

Over and over

A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion"

Hah, racial harmony pictures, as promised.



I love the robot. :D









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Friday, July 25, 2008

"I'm here for you" she said
and we can stay for awhile,
my boyfriend's gone,
we can just pretend.
Lips that need no introduction
Now who's the greater sin,
Your drab eyes seem to invite
(tell me darling) Where do we begin.

Injured shoulder + a match tomorrow = not good news,

I'm gonna be a new somebody, starting tomorrow.
I'll be saving lots of money,
then I'll be able to blow them on cds and pretty dresses and eyecandy.
And I promise to be happier,
swear less,
reduce the irritation and anger within me,
trust, love and worship God with all my heart, soul and mind.

hatethesinlovethesinner,
rachel



(I thought you said forever)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008



To think I'm taller than my dear sec4 senior. :D
Oh and look, I have converse on. So original. :)

I'm currently going through an emo phase in my life, may be puberty, may just be the fuckability in life.

I wish I could just spend all my days listening to these stuff on my iPod, feeling happy all day, not having to worry about stress and ending up as a failure 'n stuff. Seriously, I think the only people that understand me are Weexuan and Sister Joan. 'Sides, suicidal thoughts don't glorify the Lord. What now? For all I know, my iPod may just be confiscated by you-know-who and never returned. There goes happy. Just let me immerse in the rhythm and melodies, please, allow me to find my inner peace and sanity before I go crazy and do something stupid. Argh.

Racial Harmony day photos'll be up as promised.

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

A bar of chocolate and a minute of your time for my tears.
Life is so competitive. Why do we have to be streamed, according to our abilities?
Why can't society be more 'laxed, accepting every individual child for their own unique abilities, instead of only brains and more brains?
The act of being downgraded and forgotten is really depressing. Don't they know how much hurt and distress it can cause a child?
Their whole future may be destroyed due to the negative impacts they receive, time and time again.
Why can't we all be equal, in academics, sports, personality, everything?
Then hearts won't be broken, wrists intact, minds in place.
That would be the frickin' utopia.
Then no one will ever be unhappy or let down or disappointed or feel like a fucking failure.

I think I can go for drum and bass lessons.
Make me happy, please.
Sunday, July 06, 2008


Oh Gosh.


I'm ready to swoon.


Sexyness, yesno? :D
MINEMINE!


Yum, I dig dummers;

About the previous post, I don't mean it in an offending way, I just mean it in the way like cheryl's gender confused (haha) and I'm genre confused (?)........................................................... (sorry if I ever did offend christine or somebody D: )

Anyway, I'm in love with a new band :D Frickin' hot guys, all of 'em. :D

Mrhm but don't worry christine, I'll still save up $200 bucks with you for the VIP passes and we'll go together 'kay, I'd like an autograph too haha. :D

I think I'd like setting up a blogshop in the near future retailing pretty vintage sundresses and funky bags ooh :D
Thinking about them makes me happy. ;D yum yum yummm.

My bro has his cute little friend called marcus over, and man, he's one pretty lil' boy. :D Yum, so pretty. Hmm I didn't mean it to sound perv-y but like, ohmygosh he's really very cute! And he's smaller sized than my bro so he's really really cute, I swear on Christine. Plus, he's really fair and his eyelashes are like so curlyyy :D Yum.

I really wanna form a banddd :) I'll (start) learning drums most prolly by the end of exams? Which is uhhh. Or if not, I'll selflessly postpone my drummer ambition to be a good friend and learn the guitar w/ Christine. :D Though I / we wanna learn the electric, Christine's dad won't allow it so she has to learn acoustic. ): Aw man. Or if not I'll go for bass. Haha bassists are hottt. :D
So sodding. ):

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Saturday, July 05, 2008

Hippie hippie Shake.
I am a one way motorway
I'm the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I'm a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone

I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run awayand leave it all behind?

it's times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you give and give again

Hmm not posted for a long time due to h/w and mugging. This week's been the most free week i've had since ages so i managed to catch up on quite a bit. Oh, and i skipped bio test ha ha. :D
Oh and darn christine's got me into JB i just think they're cute, that's all, no worries. (to: Christine) :D I don't really like pop bands and disney stuff, don't know why. :/ Am i supposed to like that kinda stuff at my age? Is it like stereotypical for all teens to start idol worship and like those wannabe singers and totally forget about good music? I mean i do like some of the commercial stuff that's raving now but like gah, i don't feel like i fit in with the current now. ):