NTC is tomorrow!! I really ought to sleep but I'm so up to my neck in packing and repacking that I really can't even take a nap. How to fit all that stuff into one bag?? D:
Excited and scared. Fun :D
Going off to sleep now- lol nth much else to say
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Does that mean I have to walk on water?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
My Life Would Suck Without You
Guess this means you’re sorry
You’re standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
All you've said before
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you’d never come back
But here you are again
Cuz we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you
Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight
I know that I’ve got issues
But you’re pretty messed up too
Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you
Cuz we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you
Being with you is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let you go
Oh yeah-
Cuz we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you
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Couldn't help re-posting :3 Its so stuck on me. Stupid commercial xD But a commercial that gets stuck is a good commercial so kudos. MUCH EFFORT~ LITTLE EFFORT!
Normally if I complain that I have no time to read the books I borrow from the library chances are I found something more engaging to do with my time and thus I haven't spent any time reading >.< (read- gaming or watching shows) So I really can't blame the NLB, 3 weeks is really long a time. If I had nothing else to distract me I could plow through 4 books (depending on what they're about) anytime from 2 days to a week (or if I really wanna read it, I can go through 2 books that are in series in a day, tiring but so fun)
So yea, kick me and tell me to get a move on! I have 4 books that I'm lugging around but not reading thanks to Disgaea x_x but but its soooo fun, ok fine not fun fun but fun as in there is so much to be done that you get real kick out of accomplishing any small part of it.
Just came back from mentoring lesson, did a DISC profiling (again?!) but in church context. Cos I was doing with a more Rangers mindset it turned out to be a ISCD result, which is very different from my usual outside SCID result. I dunno, maybe in a general church / youth / cell context `I"" may not come out tops. As to getting a mentee, whats a guy got to do to get a break around here?
Just bumming around in a boring room. Our ORD function is merged with the sept batch so like it will be in August. Stupid thing? AFTER the function we have a great 4 more months left so why can't we just follow the alpha bravo people who also ord in december? So extra- zzzz
Dropping off now, argh, eyes in pain! Ankle in pain! Nuuuu
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I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Meet you at the statue in an hour
With the week ended my feet gave a faint cry of relief. This entire week has been nothing but panting and looking at the floor while running. Running in vest slack. Running in PT kit. Running in sbo attire. Running up slope. Running down slope. Running in the morning. Running in the noon. Running in the night. Nothing but running and this culture does not seem to be waning any time soon. My legs are killing me and my right ankle is in pain- but neither hurt as much as the idea that it will be the same the next week, and the next. And the next.
The Ranger's Kampung games days was super fun. I'm super proud of all the ERs for what the have accomplished today, it was your show and you made it a sellout. Great job everyone!
After rangers the uh commanders went for dinner, its was a more somber affair as compared to an outing with the "kids". Nevertheless it was a learning experience picking up tidbits along the way. Plus I managed to return all my books and borrow a book I was looking forward to- 5 minutes before closing time at the library. And maybe my love went past on a bicycle. I couldn't tell, she was like the wind, there yet not there- whispering sweet nothings and nothing at all into my ear. A faint, teasing trickle. Perhaps my eyes did me wrong, I cannot be sure - what I did see and what I did hear.
Crap. I miss you.
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
It always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and Well he May.
I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
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I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
The Ranger's Kampung games days was super fun. I'm super proud of all the ERs for what the have accomplished today, it was your show and you made it a sellout. Great job everyone!
After rangers the uh commanders went for dinner, its was a more somber affair as compared to an outing with the "kids". Nevertheless it was a learning experience picking up tidbits along the way. Plus I managed to return all my books and borrow a book I was looking forward to- 5 minutes before closing time at the library. And maybe my love went past on a bicycle. I couldn't tell, she was like the wind, there yet not there- whispering sweet nothings and nothing at all into my ear. A faint, teasing trickle. Perhaps my eyes did me wrong, I cannot be sure - what I did see and what I did hear.
Crap. I miss you.
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
It always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and Well he May.
I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
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I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
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