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adjusting
still wonders what it takes to be happy
depressed?
backpack
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| WHO AM I (Lili Frost)
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Today, on the street
In the metro,
It's a melancholy day
No one speaks
Passing you by
Wondering why
Today, like any day
Rolled out of bed
Talked on the telephone
Went to the doctor, she said
You're OK
Still I wonder
Who am I
Today in the air
On the water
Ships pass you by
Clouds fantasize
Dragging shapes across the sky
Wondering why
Who am I
Clarion crows for the courtsmans brigade
Centuries before on this very stage
Gypsies serenade, passed through DNA
And so it found its way
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maystar * designs
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
@11:47 pm
i hate post public holidays. i do. and it's just a one day public holiday. few days after the public holiday.
why do you all have to be sick ate the same time?
why do you big people give treatment at the same time?
nabeh.
today was shit. and i mean SHIT. i have to throw my one year old Reebok classic because of it.
and i thought we could really get along like you know, one of the easy relatives i can depend on. we all can depend on but i thought wrong. and i am not judging a book by its cover. FUCKER. fucking rude. we were so nice to you, explained to you and hope you understand but you fucking don't. you are just confusing yourself. idiot. cb. attitude sia.
and it' s my period day one. i could've burst right in front of that fucking wrinkle face if i hadn't been wearing my uniform.
gee. you guys just get on my nerves. have to attend to her somemore tomorrow. i hope my patience stays. i thought i've had enough. i won't mind if she could just shut up. thank god i work with the fun people. really, thank you.
and oh! i think it starts with kena stop by this erm..psych Chinese man on the way to work who's like-
he: excuse me. ahh..can. can you tell me where is block seven? (twitch eyes)
me: it's over there. just follwow the shelter and the signs.
he: ohh. just over there. ok ok. (takes out a piece of paper). then sorry ah to take ur time i just want to ask (twitch eyes). u.u malay right?ok.youdon'ttellme. justsayyesorno. yesornoah. becauseafriendtoldmethis. idunnocorrectornot. soineedsomeonebecauseireallydunno .sojustsayyesorno. ok.thisword(as he point to the paper)okthisisenglishthisismalay. englishmalayah. justtellmeyesorno. yesornoah. isthisonemeansthisone?andthisoneisthisone?
me: erm..no.
he:ok.thenthisoneandthisone?yesorno?
me: no.
he:ok.(twitch eyes) thank you ah. thank you. (mumble to himself and walk away, not heading to block seven)
waste my fucking time. the malay and english words doesn't make sense at all. as in..dunno eh. nothing to do with life seeing he's like 40 plus if u know what i mean. especially the malay words. can't even be pronounced. NEVER heard of it. but kinda makes me laugh. and i tried to figure out his diagnosis. haha.
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