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:: Friday, October 31, 2003 ::

Its 10 days away from the 'A's.
And i have this song to share.
heh.
It touched me deeply, and i felt closer to my spiritual self.
Amen.

'Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"who killed the kennedys? "
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah'

-Sympathy for the Devil
The Rolling Stones

:: Michael 10/31/2003 07:47:00 PM [+] ::
...
:: Monday, October 13, 2003 ::
So i haven't been updating.
mainly because there's too much going on.
in other words- i'm lazy.

Baccalaureate came and went. It'd be waay after before the fact that i'm leaving ACJC actually sinks in.
And i'd want a nice drink with me to sink with.

Speaking of which, Jerome, Isaac, Yan Hui, Lester, Trevor, Ben and me got around the Esplanade to drink. Jennifer and KY joined in later. 'Twas fun. And now that i know i can get a big bottle of beer rather cheaply somewhere...
Tried quite a bit of stuff that night. Heh. Testing my threshold.

Erm. 9th Oct, the art examiner came by and scrutinized our pieces. And i bet if he scrutinized hard enough he'd see Mr Evil breaking out in cold sweat.
Suffice to say, i think this year's batch of coursework was out-fucking-standing. Good stuff.
Kevin, i repeat, out-fucking-standing. Don't worry.

Erm.
Prelims- did i mention?- Prelims killed me. Demoralising.
i'm in a stasis of callousness right now. Which is not too good, considering A levels are just sneering ahead.
bleah.

And congrats to ave. heh. Topped your class.
Again.

:: Michael 10/13/2003 07:58:00 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, October 06, 2003 ::
another song i wrote quite some timr ago. In the middle of the prelims actually.
heh.

here goes:

Poisoned Fools

You seal
The wounds you tore
With a kiss
And break the door
Between bitter and bliss
- but I’ll take the pill

*
And fall into pools
Of poisoned fools
Swimming in tears
Drowning their silence
In their laughter

Fall into pools
Of poisoned fools
Bathing in fear
Washing their violence
In their pleasure

And I will
Turn the other cheek
And smile
When in the pain I seek
The peace so vile
- I drink my fill

*

If words could kill
I would speak to you
Of love
And let it kill me too
For half the worth
Of a fatal thrill

*
To fade.

--michael

yep.
:: Michael 10/06/2003 07:07:00 AM [+] ::
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