Monday, October 24, 2005
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My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
`donovan. |9:18 PM|
Sunday, October 23, 2005
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thanks mindef for the advnaced birthday present. enlistment for ns 2 days after my birthday.
groan.
`donovan. |4:32 PM|
Saturday, October 15, 2005
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What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is this for? What the hell is going on?! Shut up!
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass that's a fucking secret and you know it!
Government is another way to say better, than, you.
It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
What luck
Facism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and see what's happening.
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, you're a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.
`donovan. |9:42 PM|
Sunday, October 09, 2005
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hmmm. As in 3 weeks. yet it don't really feel that way. lol, somebody please get me to study seriously. yeah quite worried la, but i'm not feeling the real motivation to study.
it's been a while since i've felt restless in an emo way. so i guess that's cool. like i can finally say this: i'm over you. yeaah.
good books. good friends. good outings. well it all comes to an end one day. i suppose it begins with NS. to david tseng and sanjay, good luck with your BMT come dec 2. drink yourselves drunk the night before and go into camp with a hangover. haha, see if you can get into trouble and get detention barracks passes on the very first day of BMT. will miss you guys.
the day sof SJI were the peak i guess. no duties. no expectations. no politics. just good clean fun, doing nothing, even when we were supposed to be studying. CJ started to change that. and with NS looming up ahead, change is inevitable. people are gonna lose contact, people are gonna assume responsibilities and we will no longer have so much time to hang around doing nothing or have fun. some will work. some will go to the university. we will all branch out into focusing on surviving and finding work sooner or later.
just miss the good old days. when i smell change in the wind.
cause it's a bittersweet symphony that's life.
`donovan. |6:36 PM|
Sunday, October 02, 2005
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alright alright. i wash my hands of this stupid drama. i'm deleting all the posts and tags. not because i'm a coward mind you. i'm just aware that all this name calling finger pointing isn't doing anyone good. and only serving to fuel arun's drama. i dont apologise for my views. but i apologise to anyone else whom i might have offended with my aggressive toward dhanesh. and my dota post. that was bullshit.
i never apologised for being donovan. if you liked the loyal, usually friendly donovan who would go to any lengths for a friend, you gotta take the bad with the good. that means the temperamental, holding-strong-views and unafraid to back down from them donovan. i'm a friend to all, except until you've proved otherwise. then you've made an enemy for life.
but nuff said. fresh start. and i learnt to keep my own views to myself.
and yes ben, i'm gonna study.
la.
`donovan. |11:14 AM|
