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When someone has the wherewithal to reply: "Repression, OPPRESSION, depression" to your "Suppression, repression, obsession" ...
kevinexx posted this lovely song up .. and .. *gasp* .. I am SOOO ADDICTED TO ITT .. LOLLL But I just found out what this song is all about (after like listening to it 20 gabilion times today ? lolll) ... and and I am AGHAST !!!!! TSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Instead of SINGING SONG ... I would : 1. SLAP the slutty bitch and 2. MURDER the idiot "best friend" aka wifey stealer !!!! and no .. I am NOT LAFFING .... TSKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK 27 comments | post a comment
Today is a happy happy happy dayy !!!  for a private PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!  CONGRATULATIONS on your commencement my dear friend!!! gegeggegegee 21 comments | post a comment
************************************* and this one goes out to sweetie peqliarity *ruffles pq's fringe*Starry, starry night.
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Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you, But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your life, as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you. Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, Frameless head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still. Perhaps they never will...
Kit says:
The sheer patience involved in this labour of love is astounding. I am glad no one gave up and just pressed on, but I wonder how many casualties are strewn along the pathway towards the completion of this mammoth project.
I dunno how many of you remember .. but .. those who have been to Pavilion KL recently, would have seen a portion on the front concrete "lawn" to be boarded up. I have been wondering what it would be. I tot it was perhaps a stand alone little kiosk or perhaps something functional ... but gosh...
I FORGOT to pay my barcouncil subscription before the due date .. arggggg ...
This is just so brilliant .. hahaha 1 comment | post a comment
Of late, I have been a tad intense with regard to my readings and some of my postings.  The gentle and scenic paragraphs of EM Forster, will do well to calm my heart and soul and teach me to relax and enjoy the view instead of madly trying to paint it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Room_wit This gentle suggestion is most agreeable to me and I do not need to ask Quelle est cette odeur agréable? because I know. 25 comments | post a comment
does a classic schaeffer: pffffttttttttt on another note, my research has unearthed that he likes macarons from PARIS (and none of that rafflescity rubbish) and furniture from iwannagohome, Molecule and Life Storey ... ich bin sehr TOT ! 19 comments | post a comment
Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas. Pensées, Blaise Pascal
 Dante opens his Canto 1 like this: Midway this way of life we're bound upon, I woke to find myself in a dark wood, Where the right road was wholly lost and gone. Ay me! how hard to speak of it- that rude And rough and stubborn forest! the mere breath Of memory stirs the old fear in the blood; It is so bitter, it goes nigh to death; Yet, there I gained much good, that, to convey The tale, I'll write what else I found therewith. This expository entry of mine took rather long in its gestation. Perhaps, my close friendship with Ching Kai has clouded my judgment or perhaps his pieces reflected much of a personal struggle I am encountering at the moment. However upon reading Dante again, I am reminded that Yet, there I gained much good, and thus I must indeed convey the tale and write what else I found therewith. And much like Virgil was to Dante on his journey, Dante is to me, my Virgil. Charon, his eyes red like a burning brand, Thumps with his oar the lingerers that delay, And rounds them up, and beckons with his hand. 9 comments | post a comment
was online wid this farrrr away friend .. and he went:
I never knew this would happen .. but it has ..
I humbly pray: The day is done; O Light of Light, I need not fear Weather for Leipzig, Germany 16°C Current: Cloudy Wind: NW at 14 km/h Humidity: 68% Sat  Sun Mon Tue ************************ 9 comments | post a comment
Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to? Do you know...? Do you get What you're hoping for When you look behind you There's no open door What are you hoping for? Do you know...? Once we were standing still in time Chasing the fantasies That filled our minds You knew how i loved you But my spirit was free Laughin' at the questions That you once asked of me Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to? Do you know...? Now looking back at all we've planned We let so many dreams Just slip through our hands Why must we wait so long Before we'll see How sad the answers To those questions can be Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to? Do you know...? Do you get What you're hoping for When you look behind you There's no open door What are you hoping for? Do you know...? Weather for Marine Parade, Singapore 32°C Current: Mostly Cloudy Wind: S at 11 km/h Humidity: 62% Sat  Sun Mon Tue *************** ah lovely ... sweet cleansing waters to herald CLEAN and NEW BEGINNINGS ! mmmmmmm ... even God agrees ! so PRESS ON my dear friend !! 20 comments | post a comment
Always On Your Side lyrics My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away But every now and then you come to mind Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game But when your name was called, you found a place to hide When you knew that I was always on your side Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent But your demons and your angels reappeared Leavin' only traces of the man you thought you'd be Leavin' me with no place left to go from here Leavin' me so many questions all these years But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally This isn't how it's really meant to be No it isn't how it's really meant to be Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear, How to pull it close and make it stay Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away And I'm left to carry on and wonder why Even through it all, I'm always on your side But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally This isn't how it's really meant to be No it isn't how it's really meant to be Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear How to pull it close and make it stay If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why Was it you that kept me wondering through this life When you knew that I was always on your side 2 comments | post a comment
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