Oh man.
I have no idea what to do for my birthday:(
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Window In The Skies.
The shackles are undone
The bullet's quit the gun
The heat that's in the sun
Will keep us when there's none
The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grain is now a groove
All debts are removed
[chorus]
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
What it's doing to me?
Love makes strange enemies
Makes love where love may please
Soul in its strip tease
Hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head
We can reach it form our bed
If you let me in your heart
And out of my head
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
Oh can't you see what our love has done?
What it's doing to me?
Ooh ooh oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh ooh oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Please don't ever let me out of here...
I've got no shame, oh no, oh no
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What it's doing to me?
[chorus in background]
I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
But love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
[chorus in background]
Oh can't you see what love has done?
To every broken heart
For every heart cries
Love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Oh can't you see.
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh...
Ooh ooh ooh
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Biofuel?!?!
OMG!
WHOSE GREAT IDEA WAS IT TO HAVE AN ONLINE DISCUSSION ON AN ARGUMENTATIVE ESSAY ON BIOFUEL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Whatever It Takes.
Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh let's go back to the start.
Runnin' in circles,
Comin' in tails,
Heads on a science apart.
Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh take me back to the start.
I was just guessin',
At numbers and figures,
Pullin' the puzzles apart.
Questions of science,
Science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.
Tell me you love me,
Come back and haunt me,
Oh, what a rush to the start.
Runnin' in circles,
Chasin' tails,
Comin' back as we are.
Nobody said it was easy,
Oh it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I'm goin' back to the start.
Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh,
Ah ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh,
Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Where Is The Love

(Taken from http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/)
With help from Ollie(: Haha.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Stupid traffic jam.
Impending Doom.
I am currently waiting at a bus stop...
Hoping that the bus im waiting for will come.
Sigh..
Losing Touch
Console me in my darkest hour
Could this be that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
It must be true
Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
I wonder what you got conspired
I'm sure it was the consolation prize
I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah
I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
And you throw me down
I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill your crown with rumours
Impending doom, it must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I'm losing touch
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Christopher
Well... Its over.
Sayonara.
Too make liven up things, Urban Dictionary! (Kinda coipied from someone. Heh heh heh.)
1. Christopher
Means Christ-bearer, only COOL people are called Christopher.
2. Christopher
Maybe when you first meet a Christopher they'll seem like a jerk, and hurt you emotionally multiple times, or possible make the lamest jokes but one day he'll make up for it all, the best he can. Christophers will eventually realize the love that they've stored in a safe place for you. Christophers usually have the most gorgeous smile out there, and the most seductive voice. They're someone you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your entire life with. They have a tendancy to spend more time thinking of what to do for someone else than themselves. Christophers love adventure, new things, something to get their blood rushing and heart pounding.
(Woooooo(: I didnt bold it and even put it in colour for no reason. Haha. The first part is partly true i guess.) Haha.
3. Christopher
Someone who is in love with ashlyn because shes just so chill like that. mmhmhmhmhmhm ya dig ?!
hey did u see christopher crying for ashlyn yesterday?
(What?!?! Ashlyn where are you?! Who the heck is Ashlyn?!!?! I dont dig at all.) Haha. Crazy.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Titan
The Federer Express.



Although Nadal is trying to change his look and all, so he'll look more mature and stuff, his expressions are always the same.

You know. You can really compare Federer and Nadal. Haha.













