:: .:d i c e d:. ::

I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Friday, December 24, 2004 v

Oh man, I was rereading my old entries. I totally have lost my not-so-good-initially-anyway prowess of the English language. Must be something of GP that has desensitised and steered me away from flowery proses and abstract metaphors. It's kinda entertaining.

Anyway, what's really irritating is that when I checked back my MOE application, it stated, I kidna got accepted. Whatever. Now, change of plans, I just wanna slog and get enuff money to convinve my mum to let me go Germany to watch a CL match at the Bayern stadium.

Anyway, I was watching Chevelle's Point #1 EPK which was almost 6 years ago. I'm like desperately in music-headbanging-lust with the Loeffler brothers. Especially Pete. His voice is absolutely delish! When he roars (he doesn't scream, he just roars to get loud), SHEXAY!



Germany, bayern, germany, money, bayern, money, germany, bayern, germany, rammstein, bayern, germany, chris, germany, bayern, money, germany, money, bayern, money, bayern, germoney, germoney.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 7:01 pm [+]