Well, Sunday again. Ermm the most boring day in the week, cos i am staying at home just anticipating to go back to camp. Won't be back on next saturday, due to guard duties in camp. I would very much want to come out but choice is not mine, since 12 sept i am officially own by the goverment for the next 2years. So its something I can't grumble alot or in fact i can't. So peeps who are now looking at my blog, you guys won't be able to see any entries next week. Erm uploaded some pics on friendster. Look rather posey, hope you peeps dun think i am a big poseur, and i know i don't really look good as a person or in pictures, don't puke. Do check em out. Haha i am not even sure if anyone is looking at all this entries. Hahaha. But well would end this entry quite soon, don't really have anything to say for today. Going to get tortured once again, maybe my morale wasnt as strong as the last time, i have nothing to motivate me anymore nor push me anymore.
Really had the feel for the lyrics of this song. Would really like to share em out with anyone who is reading the blog.
The cry of the city like a siren song
weiling over the rooftop the whole night long
saw shooting star like a diamond in the sky
must be someone soul passing by
this are the streets where we use to run with papa's friend
this are the days where you become what you become
this are the streets where the stories told the truth unfold
darkness settles in
shine your light down on me
lift me up so i can see
ermm shine your light
when your gone
give me the strength to carry on
dun want to be a hero
just an everyday man
try to do the job the very best i can
but now is like living off for old time
out on the rim
over the line
always attempting fate
like a game of chance
never want to stick around to the very last dance
sometimes it stumble and take a hard fall
lose hold your grip off the wall
shine your light down on me
lift me up so i can see
ermm shine your light
when your gone
give me the strength to carry on
i thought i saw you walking by the side of the road
then a child finding his way home
she is here but she not here
she is gone but not gone
just hope to know
if i get lost
Now listening to Mario Wayans - Let me love you
Sunday, November 21, 2004
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