Dish of the Day: She- Elvis Costello
Notting Hill?
the eternal sunshine of the vaguely spotless mind.
i guess i was rather emotionally unstable yesterday. thanks for the encouragement. :)
perhaps it was time for a mental breakdown?
whatever it is, i'll wait until the time comes.
oh and today, like almost the whole class pang seh-ed for the class outing. kelvin only pang seh-ed when me and hong ian already paid.
so, in the end, hong ian and i entertained ourselves ever so 'wildly' at the ice skating rink.
the two of us skated here and there mindlessly, counting to about 30 rounds for our money's worth.
after that, hui yi came and the 3 of us caught Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
the movie was okay la. baby sunny was very adorable though. hahaa.
den met ted and played pool at clementi. okay la he's not a bad player. hahaa. not like i'm good though. after 3 years i'm still like the same standard. :(
oh, and i donated money to li su!! they doing flag day. sigh. miss those hardworking days. those are the times when you can really have fun, while doing your bit for charity. or you might slip away to some cinema with a whole bunch of other slackers and catch some dumb movie and laugh your arses off. :)
came home rather early today. dinner was good. continued with my meteor garden obesession.
and i just played a few rounds of gunbound with marcel they all. haha. my luck ran out quite fast. :P
what if life got more interesting and you realized you do not make the cut for such an exciting drama?
at least, that's what you think. right?
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.
Jasmine the Great (duh) at 11:50 PM
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