tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61988402011-04-22T02:01:42.382+08:00heartbrokescorned paranoid scared pissed frustrated alone unforgiven unloved. bent battered bruised broken but not beaten.
rated NC-16MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1157829112933296912006-09-10T03:02:00.000+08:002006-09-10T03:11:52.950+08:00hello worldi'll hand you my heart on a silver platetake it and break it and fill it with hateit's not that you dont love meits not as if i carecant you tell that im lyingthat without you im bareMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1135360652528650922005-12-24T00:41:00.000+08:002005-12-24T01:57:32.586+08:003 hours past the usual bedtime.feeling kind of an inexlpicable washing all over me since i woke up. so many thoughts swirling in my mind. like when you stir milo in the morning in one direction and suddenly the other. so many questions unanswered. so much disappointment. the fear of the unknown. the unreliability of of the familiar. nothing to hold on to for belief and nothing to hide behind for MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1132779356865908152005-11-24T04:50:00.000+08:002005-11-24T04:55:56.876+08:00you arrive all prim and properleave me drunk and i won't be soberall dressed up and dressed to killdrink too much and drink to spillit's too bad bout your new prom dresstoo bad now cause you're part of the messi was left to my own devices.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1132086321553506912005-11-16T04:18:00.000+08:002005-11-16T04:25:21.566+08:00ooh it's wednesday morning four nineteen and i'm still wonderin where she's been. reminds me of that song from a long time back. but in that guy's case, it was a monday. anyways, what the fuck am i still doing up? damnit.how come some people know what they want? how come i don't? or is it i'm wanting to little and i'm capable of more? all these questions in my mind. how do i go about answering MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1131826867904872682005-11-13T04:29:00.000+08:002005-11-13T04:23:45.143+08:00halfway down, halfway more.well, math and chem are fucked. literally. F for fucked. that's what it's gonna be on the report card. but hey, its not like in blossom's nightmare where report cards are the single most important factor to determine an individual's worth. or maybe, in here, yes. you get judged by the As, Bs and Cs or Fs in my case. you have your straight A student and on the other end MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1131480765683465612005-11-09T04:20:00.000+08:002005-11-09T04:12:45.753+08:00oooh. it's raining now. there's a paper at 8.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1131478169960124362005-11-09T03:35:00.000+08:002005-11-09T03:31:53.883+08:00butterfliesthe feeling of anticipation, nervousness, anxiety, excitement, amongst many other emotions rolled into one big knot that makes your tummy churn. it usually happens before something big. like a turning point in life (if in math, dy/dx=0 but that's another turning point altogether).anyways, i felt it before. like before major exams. but its getting less and less. and i suspect i'm kinda MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1129788015083103652005-10-20T13:40:00.000+08:002005-10-20T14:02:38.733+08:00missing daylight and wasting darknesshello world im backtoday is the first day in many im up nowbeen highly nocturnal these coupla weeksstudies aside (i have nothing to talk bout that)i think i singlehandedly screwed up the whole of the rest of my lifehow sweetwell between now and then,ive accomplished some shitnon academicollieing improving. did one off a slight inclineslides are getting better MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1125084193928967132005-08-27T03:15:00.000+08:002005-08-27T03:23:13.936+08:00i am not a tech person. at least not when it comes to mobile phones. in the following lines, what i say might be completely irrelevant sounding but bear with me. so i sat in front of the com learning how to flash and flex my new phone. no, not because i want to expose it or spoil it but i wanna make it better. therefore, you should infer that flash and flex mean something else. so what exactly. MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1124910062718659762005-08-25T02:58:00.000+08:002005-08-25T03:01:02.723+08:00ah fuck its less than 3 weeks to prelims and i hopelessly losing sight of my priorities, not really knowing what's important at the moment. why is this sudden loss of steam happening? i hope and pray to focus and regain momentum.till next time, when im sober again...MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1122824931787666022005-07-31T23:40:00.000+08:002005-07-31T23:48:51.793+08:00from now, i will take part in the chase, the singaporean paper chase.i will chase as hard as i can for the A level certificate.wish me well.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1121373569703889952005-07-15T04:33:00.000+08:002005-07-19T21:48:21.446+08:00been there:p.o.d. at youth park 2002sum 41 at fort canning 2003baybeats at esplanade 2003, 2004, 2005hoobastank at sentosa 2004sum 41 at hard rock cafe 2004simple plan at suntec 2005good charlotte at indoor stadium 2005and counting...done that (to my hair) :geeky side parting when i was like 3, 4 years oldcomb back in primary schoolbed head in secondary school (still does occur once in a while)MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1113394608272865252005-04-13T20:16:00.000+08:002005-04-13T20:21:59.710+08:00hey hey hey. its that time of the year again. gonna turn 18 soon on the 15th. i want alot of things so if you are considering giving me a present, either give items from the list or just plain old cash :)drum kit!drumsticksdrumming practice padsony memory stick (at least 256 mb)cashthank youMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1112204985801105122005-03-31T01:25:00.000+08:002005-03-31T01:49:45.803+08:00heh. the plan is simple. go to a rock concert and feel better afterwards.sounds like a simple plan? heh. if you know what i mean.pug jelly opened with (not in order) friends forever give or take, come home soon, ransom letter and something/s else i cant remember.simple plan opened with shut up if i remembered correctly and played a string of songs from their no pads no helmets just balls album MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1112206169884960332005-03-31T01:10:00.000+08:002005-03-31T02:09:29.886+08:00guide to mosh pitting:1 you run all the way to the frontest row you can find when you enter the venue2 wait for the soundchecks and the tuning3 wait some more4 wait just a little morepoint to note: while waiting, socialize with the people around you. then they are less, i repeat LESS likely to be nasty to you when the gig goes underway. this goes for the security people and the support crew5 MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1112114488118492722005-03-30T00:41:00.000+08:002005-03-30T00:41:28.116+08:00McSkaterMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1112114043983826992005-03-30T00:31:00.000+08:002005-03-30T00:34:03.983+08:00sick+monday morning mindfuck=don't feel gooddon't feel good+simple plan concert=ok lah not too badMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1111588486222797142005-03-23T22:34:00.000+08:002005-03-23T22:34:46.223+08:00junctionMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1111335347876797782005-03-21T00:14:00.001+08:002005-03-21T00:17:17.866+08:00half past hope is like cleaning with expired soap.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1111046995201785122005-03-17T16:08:00.002+08:002005-03-17T16:14:28.940+08:00in a perfect world, the geek gets the girl.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1111046959000900402005-03-17T16:08:00.000+08:002005-03-17T16:09:19.003+08:00thank you youyou are so kindi love youyou make me blindMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1110168519117285382005-03-07T12:07:00.000+08:002005-03-07T12:08:39.116+08:00haha. we shouldn't do anything about it.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1109859761893625372005-03-03T22:21:00.001+08:002005-03-03T22:22:41.893+08:00hellllololololololololololololololo. hahah. be content with my postings of my msn nicknames.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1109859692840264602005-03-03T22:21:00.000+08:002005-03-03T22:21:32.840+08:00bittersweet - like half cooked squid. TonsurphobicMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1109684352476257942005-03-01T21:34:00.000+08:002005-03-01T21:39:12.476+08:00an act of violencewith a touch of classshe broke my heartthat's made of glassORan act of violencewith a touch of classshe broke in silencemy heart of glass------------------------------------------this is a nickname. more on! more on!THIS IS A NICKNAME! MORON! MORON!MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1108650537743253302005-02-17T22:20:00.000+08:002005-02-17T22:30:16.900+08:00she smiles to hurti'd hurt to smilei'll let it burnin me for a while-eh. one of the days two weeks before valentines------------------------------------------------------whisper gently into my earwhat you want for only me to hearfrom those tender lips that now stand poisedset free the dulcet tones of your sweet voice-valentines day 05MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1108650016349180432005-02-17T22:18:00.000+08:002005-02-17T22:20:16.350+08:00it's like a subliminal kinda fucked up. accidently purposelyMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1105979933893223272005-01-18T01:37:00.000+08:002005-01-18T00:38:53.893+08:00i realized i haven't been writing consistently for a very long time.
don't blame me. blame grand theft auto vice city. they took me away.
heh.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1104057111634053792004-12-26T18:27:00.000+08:002004-12-26T18:31:51.633+08:00murry christmas.
whatever.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1103135391100663612004-12-16T02:26:00.000+08:002004-12-16T02:29:51.100+08:00i impress myself
i like my screen names.
i like the way they are and what they mean to me.
so far, there's nevery. a combination of never and every.
now, theres endjoy. sounds like enjoy but its not.
it means the end of joy. how apt. when the hols are fast ending and the day to return to the s-place draws near. sigh.
endjoy
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1103129913981696542004-12-16T01:50:00.000+08:002004-12-16T00:58:33.980+08:00hello. i just came back from korea. the land of kimchi.
it feels very, very weird. i cant seem to explain the weirdness.
it doesnt really seem like the weather. i had expected to be in heat once i left the coolness of the airport but it just dont hit me that bad.
maybe its the dressing? suddenly im back to shorts, t shirt and flip flops
but then its all not.
maybe the people?
the lifestyle?
i MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1101202082805628662004-11-23T17:25:00.000+08:002004-11-23T17:28:02.806+08:00yay. i got me a zen touch! mwahahahaha. it happened on yesterdays yesterday- which was sunday, 21 nov 2004. therefore shes 2 days and 1473 songs young. and she did 499 dollars of damage.
ps: 20 gigabytes is an awful lot of space to fill. please share songs with me if you see this :)
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1100790011633329992004-11-18T22:58:00.000+08:002004-11-18T23:00:11.633+08:00stick out your tongue and taste the air's sweetness. L is for lick.
its the hols. taste the airs sweetness. lick it. l is for lick amongst other finer things in life.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1100539568007913822004-11-16T01:24:00.000+08:002004-11-16T01:32:18.960+08:00mwahaha i have the underground. need for speed underground 2 to be exact. heh. racing around in my ah beng chia! or should i say, ah beng car. heh. black civic. dun pray pray. heh. kissing goodbye to most my social life now. if u see me online and i dun answer, u shud know where i am.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1100102548600532282004-11-11T01:00:00.000+08:002004-11-11T00:02:28.600+08:00better late than never
better early than late
better awake than asleep
better asleep than dead
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1100020730027876582004-11-10T01:16:00.000+08:002004-11-10T01:18:50.026+08:0054 more daysto go.
went to school today to see the principal. things weren't so good? gotta pass some assessment tests at the start of next year to go on to j2. shit. which means to pass, i gotta study during the holidays, which sucks.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1100015610643827382004-11-09T23:52:00.000+08:002004-11-09T23:53:30.643+08:00bonjour. je m'appelle pommes frites. ohayogozaimasu tenshi tachi. ohayogozaimasu charlie-san. おはよう、天使たち。おはようございます、チャーリーさん。
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1099797952523673452004-11-07T11:23:00.000+08:002004-11-07T11:25:52.523+08:00hope for better november.- line off jimmy eat worlds title track from the album futures
a far off king.- rearrange to pronounce a farkingoff
love the dove from the skies above.- heh. it rhymes
good for nothing useless son- yours truly
57 days
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1099767747568972112004-11-07T02:41:00.000+08:002004-11-07T03:02:27.566+08:00hmmmm. as of today, 57 more days before the s-word place next year. time to play hard. i declare the hols open! mwahahahahahahaha
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1099571390549193062004-11-04T20:28:00.000+08:002004-11-04T20:29:50.550+08:00yesterday, i had 2/3 of a family size cadbury chocolate bar and a giant glass of milk. supposed to feel better eh?
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1099571274376221472004-11-04T20:26:00.000+08:002004-11-04T20:27:54.376+08:00holiday resolutions:
ride bike
skate board
read book
play pool
work out
lose weight
sleep early
have fun
(absolutely in no particular order whatsoever)
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1099158708161584352004-10-31T01:46:00.000+08:002004-10-31T01:51:48.183+08:00hmmm. i promoted to j2 or should i say advanced. but hell, is the world too unfair? what about all the people who worked their ass off and promote too? isnt that unfair to them? yes this sounds like the proverbial "who complains if they have too much money to spend?" but think about it. why the hell should i be advanced when i havent touched my lecture notes or assignment for one whole year? MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098982297175616762004-10-29T01:50:00.000+08:002004-10-29T00:51:37.176+08:00hmmm. i think i should lose some weight.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098903166323521842004-10-28T02:49:00.000+08:002004-10-28T02:52:46.323+08:00sigh. promos are over but theres chi ao paper and pw oral presentation. and the hols are gonna start. ive been playing games and slacking. time to get active. but the weather aint helping by raining all the time. sighhhh.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098902904788236882004-10-28T02:44:00.000+08:002004-10-28T02:48:24.786+08:00great. now my tony hawk underground 2(THUG2) cant work. shit. and i just found out that need for speed underground 2 just released a demo which im currently downloading. shit shit shit. theres so many of them!
THUG2
NFSU2
sims2
bla bla bla
oh. and where is my drum kit? and my guitar kit?
fuck fuck fuck fuck.
i want but no money. shit.
angry
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098673473233445322004-10-25T11:03:00.000+08:002004-10-25T11:04:33.233+08:00shit. now what next?
i'm a jackass looking for my jacklass.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098112100184070322004-10-18T23:03:00.000+08:002004-10-18T23:08:20.183+08:00rain. have you ever been in it and looked up and see raindrops fall towards you and when the wind blows they all change direction but keeps falling towards you and then it hits your eye. ow.
not that i like being hit in the eye by raindrops but its fascinating.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1098111465222287882004-10-18T22:49:00.000+08:002004-10-18T22:57:45.223+08:00stuff i need:
money
drumset
game console/s
games
girlfriend?
some more money
a break
good food
good clothes
good music
good music player
ride time
pool time
.
.
.
but really it all equates to more money
yea. im a materialistic biatch.
aren't we all?
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097923179252145362004-10-16T18:37:00.000+08:002004-10-16T18:39:39.253+08:00if the word if didn't exist, the world would be a better place.
why ask why?
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097781224318546062004-10-15T03:08:00.000+08:002004-10-15T03:13:44.320+08:00ok. promos are over. im gonna DO something that i wanna do. like take up drumming, play the guitar or something. i need some new clothes, gotta fix up my bike. both one and two. and im gonna lose some weight hopefully, get some games to play on this pc. cuz its an absolute waste not to make full use of a 2.4 gigahertz pentium something computer that has 1 gig of ram? haha. ok that dont really MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097779259458365152004-10-15T02:37:00.000+08:002004-10-15T02:40:59.456+08:00this is an island
thoughts clash
conflict's violent
this is a crowd
so silent
yet defeaningly loud
this is a boy
happy he should be
yet he has no joy
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097779055588440972004-10-15T02:36:00.000+08:002004-10-15T02:37:35.586+08:00i will wail like a baby so young so innocent
without care to the world, no concern
like whatever.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097765637950010102004-10-14T22:46:00.000+08:002004-10-14T22:53:57.950+08:00shit. now what next?
so promos are over and im gonna fail
theres nothing to say my arm i flail
on i shall go on my life's trail
but hell there's no path's avail
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097695457743228972004-10-14T03:18:00.000+08:002004-10-14T03:24:17.743+08:00so says the queen
she took me to the farm
what a sight she never seen
her eyes dealt the harm
oh golly she says
not a second she stays
she wants to go back she enforces
hurry up horseman hurry up the horses
heh. its 325 in the morning. don't blame me(for this crap)
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097650387931626172004-10-13T14:49:00.000+08:002004-10-13T14:53:07.933+08:00im sick on the eve of the last paper of promos. this sucks. got this segment of a song stuck in my head. it goes "i feel like shit. this isn't the way to treat old friends" and i just found out which song its from. good. cause that song-stuck-in-my-head feeling really sucks.
ok. back to feeling sick.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097161998013809552004-10-07T22:55:00.000+08:002004-10-07T23:13:18.013+08:00sing me a love song
cry me a tear
dont hold bak yuore emotions
dont hold back your fear
cause love's such an unfamiliar place
i'd live another day to see a smile on your face
youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyoufuckyou. ruesopMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097083965683311632004-10-07T01:17:00.000+08:002004-10-07T01:32:45.683+08:00wooooooots. just back from sum 41 lil gig at hrc. whoawesomesttotallyesuperockingreatreat! haha. man. it was so good. and that bottle of booze downed before, just before the show helped alot :) so we(me and darren poseur bro) got there at roughly 10. man it was quite packed then. so we went to the side and tried to get spots. they were playing sum 41 videos and some people were singing along. MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1097031132717151172004-10-06T10:50:00.000+08:002004-10-06T10:52:12.716+08:00gigs ive been to so far.
p.o.d. youth park 2002?
sum 41 fort canning 2003
baybeats esplanade 2003
baybeats esplanade 2004
hoobastank sentosa 2004
sum 41 hard rock cafe 2004
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1096982248874927112004-10-05T21:15:00.000+08:002004-10-05T21:17:28.873+08:00mmm. haven't blogged in a long time. well. i've got some stuff to say. bout dreams and raindrops and something else that i cant remember. check back to see if i do. oh yea. sum 41 is tomorrow. see ya in the pit.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1096784965369256812004-10-03T14:28:00.000+08:002004-10-03T14:29:25.370+08:00ENEMY BEHIND LINES!!!! I'd love to be scattered to hell with you. To hell with you.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1096296523701424132004-09-27T22:44:00.000+08:002004-09-27T22:48:43.700+08:00__ middle finger
fuck-erthority, fucker athority, fuck a thority, fuck athority
nordrheinwestfalen some place in germany
mian mjan
no more afro boy
(day 2 since 26092004)
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1096023472664971612004-09-24T18:48:00.000+08:002004-09-24T19:01:55.460+08:00as i look into her eyes
the bluest of blues like cloudless skies
with a bouquet of multicolour flowers
make these minutes feel like hours
but every promise was broken
though no word was spoken
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095949723822564932004-09-23T22:24:00.000+08:002004-09-23T22:28:43.823+08:00fuck. whenever you see that word, you can be quite sure something's not right. and most of the time something's not right. what the fuck is it with longer hair? a little long hair didn't kill anyone. fuck the free world.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095870634666859122004-09-23T01:25:00.000+08:002004-09-23T00:30:34.666+08:00i'm happy being sad that i'm sad being happy. i'm happily sad and i'm sadly happy.
i hate loving but i love hating. i hatingly love and i lovingly hate.
it sucks more than a vacuum cleaner. it really does. therefore, it sucks.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095864692504058842004-09-22T22:33:00.000+08:002004-09-22T22:51:32.506+08:00wish me peace
wish me luck
wish that i'll
give a fuck
leave me be
in self denial
i'll be with you
just in a while
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095790583921347782004-09-22T02:13:00.000+08:002004-09-22T02:16:23.923+08:00hi steffi! in case you are reading this.
nice to meet you :)MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095695032917355542004-09-20T23:40:00.000+08:002004-09-20T23:43:52.916+08:00she-speak
she greats me with her pink rosy cheeks
her voice when she speaks
is so mellow and so meek
but what she says makes the future so bleak
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095614992766595992004-09-20T01:25:00.000+08:002004-09-20T01:35:38.666+08:00scream, mute, deaf, death
i'd scream to nothingness
screaming so loud
scream your name
and scream my heart out
helplessly screaming
wasting every last breath
echoes not even replying
maybe this is death
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095614636802787322004-09-20T01:20:00.000+08:002004-09-20T01:31:06.660+08:00wake me up please
life's a living nightmare
it sucks but noone really cares
that's where it hurts there there
needing help that noone spares
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095438864934436292004-09-18T01:32:00.000+08:002004-09-18T00:34:24.933+08:00i like you whos is fine and dandy
i like you like a kid love candy
i like you your clothes so trendy
i like you but your name's not mandy
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095348996710116642004-09-16T23:34:00.000+08:002004-09-16T23:36:36.710+08:00drifted apart
and faded away
you stole my heart
and broke it today
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095267470772576472004-09-16T01:18:00.000+08:002004-09-16T00:57:50.773+08:00hello world i've been feeling kinda yuckie the past coupla days. maybe its cuz of the fact that i've been thinking too much. well, exams, not just any exams but promotional exams that determine if you can promote to jc 2 next year is coming very soon, like 8th october soon. and he stuffs that's gonna be tested on i have absofuckinglutely no idea what's it about. my lecture notes are blank and MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1095172445799608972004-09-14T22:28:00.000+08:002004-09-14T22:34:05.800+08:00at orchard last wed night/thurs morn before buying booze at paragon 7-11
tired tired
feel like hired
better pay up now
or you'll be fired
on the bed sunday night thinking
you said friends forever
but our friendship's faded
i'm still here
it's you that's jaded
yesterday during math tutorial when i cant pay attention and i don't know what's going on
school's a bore
school's a chore
school's a MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094995563234563282004-09-12T21:24:00.000+08:002004-09-12T21:29:03.713+08:00a thousand "fucks" can't accurately describe how i feel.
but with every one said, it sort of gets closer.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094805502208236462004-09-10T16:34:00.000+08:002004-09-12T21:22:54.946+08:00nevery. frown. mayo meiyou le. words cant describe how i feel; shit's so deep it's so surreal. the emergency door cock
nevery. never every
frown.(pronounced as fro-en) as in afro'en, fro'en, fro'wn, frown.
mayo meiyou le. no more mayonnaise.
words cant describe how i feel;
shit's so deep it's so surreal.
the emergency door cock. press to open door.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094750481659893212004-09-10T01:07:00.000+08:002004-09-10T01:21:21.660+08:00ok theres so many things that have happened/ i have doned the past few days. ok i'll just type it when it hits me.
mushroom cheese prata at the somerset hawker place is good
scene at the satay stall.
me: ten mutton ten chicken one ketupat
satay man: ok..... your hair real ar? or you go and make one?
m: real la
sm: no la. you go and make.
m: real la!
sm: don't bluff! you go and make!
m: REAL!!!
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094533698632728102004-09-07T13:04:00.000+08:002004-09-07T13:08:18.633+08:00i overwake because i oversleep because i underwake because i undersleep because i overwake because i oversleep because i underwake because i undersleep because i......... zzz
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094484607344648122004-09-06T23:27:00.000+08:002004-09-06T23:30:07.343+08:00wow. haha. inspired by all the rose emoticons on msn which is (f), i came up with my own, (f)(u)(c)(k)(e)(r) haha. just had to do that eh damian? naughty
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094482658717786832004-09-06T22:54:00.000+08:002004-09-06T22:57:38.716+08:00if i were a girl, i wanna be a rachel too! because rachels are so cool!
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094158779578705302004-09-03T04:57:00.000+08:002004-09-03T04:59:39.576+08:00hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. look at the time. hahahahahahahahahahahhaha. time to go to bed only to wake up two hours later to go to school. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094051794317531982004-09-01T23:03:00.000+08:002004-09-01T23:16:34.316+08:00fucked up and good to go.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1094050480905437902004-09-01T22:51:00.000+08:002004-09-01T22:54:40.906+08:00spread the love. everyone's a teacher to another in their own special way. - so happy teachers day everyone. thanks for teaching.
don't hate me 'cause i'm beautiful. - please don't
somniac - now i can sleep easy :)
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093880855157029032004-08-30T23:45:00.000+08:002004-08-30T23:47:35.156+08:00hmmm. what is wrong these few day? i feel detached. not really sure if its the right word to use but i cant connect. with people, with things. like argh. i need to seek professional treatment.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093797670778396892004-08-30T00:33:00.000+08:002004-08-30T00:41:10.780+08:00i feel sad for you about people like me- what i said to my math rep when she wanted to collect my work.
Damyon, Damiano, Damian, Demyan, Demyani, Damien, Dameyan, Damjan- nice variations of my name eh? particularly like the last one :)
angsty- self explanatory.
fuyansezhe- do things for the sake of doing. something like that. like me.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093796790719480812004-08-30T00:22:00.000+08:002004-08-30T00:26:30.720+08:00ah fuxalox. i think theres no chance of winning the guitar. shit. i missed the victoria secrets show thingy on tv too. ahhhh. i keep missing things. well. keep missing people too. ah fuxalox.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093531186200450452004-08-26T22:16:00.000+08:002004-08-26T22:39:46.200+08:00???answer the question
before giving the reason
but what if there isn't
it just happens
no why no how
no when no where
no what no who
just does
things are done
words are said
don't regret nothing
unless you live life backwards
but no
its all in constant motion
you can speed up
you can slow down
but you can't stop
'cause time keeps moving
on and on and on
therefore the question
was in the past
it MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093276057778905442004-08-23T23:46:00.000+08:002004-08-23T23:47:37.776+08:00yoga hurts.
that's why there's yoghurt.
people don't ask stupid questions.
stupid people don't ask questions.MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093268154866775002004-08-23T20:16:00.000+08:002004-08-23T21:37:49.490+08:00don't bring me down
i'll do it for you
just let me drown
you know that it's true
there's nothing i won't do
im drowning in(for) you
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093190447175337432004-08-22T23:27:00.000+08:002004-08-23T00:00:47.176+08:00ive got the words (i think) now all i need is the musical inclinations to put the words into a song.
rate my song and if you wanna, lemme know if you wanna write the music for this.
the day you left me
stabbed me right through
you know i loved you
you know i do
i did
im not a kid
you spun me round
you brought me down
yea
you're the cause of all my heartache
the source of all my pain
you're MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1093071403226884842004-08-21T11:09:00.000+08:002004-08-21T14:56:43.226+08:00hmmm. powerpuff :) watched it today. haha. eat broccoli.
the only way to get rid of broccoli is to eat it. haha.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092839552854635552004-08-18T22:29:00.000+08:002004-08-18T22:32:32.856+08:00i wanna write good stuff.
stuff that makes you laugh.
stuff you cannot get enough.
whoa. this is gonna be tough.
lalala. stupid thing
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092838408783932002004-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:002004-08-18T22:13:28.783+08:00ok.enough of stupid posts like the previous one. haha. i wanna have some cool no nonsense post. like so cool so wack youll wanna see it again and again and never get sick of it. and everyone will like it. yea? get my drift? good. live and let laugh. keep it real.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092838209149220642004-08-18T21:57:00.000+08:002004-08-18T22:10:09.150+08:00hmmmm. the past few days have been good.
saturday night was at the hoobastanks gig. woots. roxalot. haha. man i really let go on this one. enjoyed it a ton man. all that jumping shouting moshing whatnots. wooohooo. i was one of the first few that ran all the way to the front. not before getting brot down by security. haha. cuz there was like such a huge space in front. like wtf. man it was greatMuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092334283232973782004-08-12T22:02:00.000+08:002004-08-13T02:11:23.233+08:00hmmm. oh well. today was kinda not normal. haha. i went to school. then first two periods was gp. was supposed to be a video screening. but i was barred cuz i din hand up some long forgotten essay. so i did it. after that, it was about the end of break. that time i really din feel like goin to chem for fac test. so i came up with this plan to ask a fren to help me write my name on the question MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092236144220091812004-08-11T22:53:00.000+08:002004-08-11T22:55:44.220+08:00if i had my own brand- sushison
what i am now- unmotivated wussy
my true calling- slacker extraordinaire
if there was one, i would be- singapore idle
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1092150845012939302004-08-10T23:05:00.001+08:002004-08-10T23:18:50.586+08:00ok fuck so now i fucking dun get to fucking come fucking online as and fucking when i fucking like it. fucking stupid shit of a rule that the other fucking guy in the fucking house made. fucking just like fucking education. fuck. cant fucking people fucking see that theres fucking more to fucking life than just fucking study, fucking waking up on time, not being fucking early, fucking rushing MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1091995372024174022004-08-09T04:01:00.000+08:002004-08-09T04:02:52.023+08:00wow. that was a really long post. i didn't know why i did it really. took me 50 minutes. yupp. whatever. thank you.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1091995268318396242004-08-09T03:04:00.000+08:002004-08-09T04:01:08.316+08:00yum yum. 3 am in the morning. no better time to blog than now. well. this is gonna be a long boring, crappy blog. if you want to read on, go ahead. if not, i don't blame you. so here's an update on my life.
i'm 17 yrs 12 weeks and 1 day old. you might think that's a lot. but no it's actually not. lets see. i'm stuck in tpjc. which i still can no excuse to like(not my friends. just the MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1091803944062326352004-08-06T22:51:00.000+08:002004-08-06T22:52:24.063+08:00a heartbreak is just a girl away.
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198840.post-1091803523270662792004-08-06T22:44:00.000+08:002004-08-06T22:45:23.270+08:00ear wax. candle's hot wax. bees wax. hair wax. sex wax. curb wax. totally wax lyrical
MuRRRnoreply@blogger.com