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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 Wednesday, January 11, 2006 v

Whooooo!
I love the Jack's Mannequin CD, Everything In Transit.

I mean, HMV may have just brought it in recently but I don't know, I haven't been there for ages. But they didn't have it, didn't hear of it, the last time I went 2-3 months ago. Awesome CD, had to wait for an Amazon.com spree.
YAHOOOO!!!

Whenever I hear 'Bruised', I tear up, because the verses sum up all I anticipate to feel when I leave Singapore to study in Perth. Sigh.




I've got my things; I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride, and it's done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacations come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away
Had to give you away.

And we spent four days on an island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be...
It can be perfect hell
Perfect...

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
Don't fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I've got, so keep it steady now
'Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle,
I take my pills
The babies cry...
All I hear is what's playing through the in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me want to stay
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio.

And I, I am finally waking up

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
Don't fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I've got, so keep it steady now
'Cause every inch you see is bruised

So read your books, but stay out late some nights (some nights)
And don't think that you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news
Well, I'm here 'til close with fingers crossed
Each night 'cause your place isn't far

And hours pass...
Hours pass

She still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
And don't fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I've got, so keep it steady now
'Cause every inch you see is bruised
Bruised, bruised.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 1:07 am [+]