<p></div> </div></div> <DIV style="LEFT: 408px; POSITION: absolute; top: 577px; width: 545px"> <div class="content"> <p> <div class="head"> </div> <div class="date"> Wednesday, June 06, 2007 </div> <p> <div style="clear:both;"></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Thinking about the past does result in a smile on you doesn't it?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>The times, you wished never end, the times you wished you could pause.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Then how come it doesnt?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>In times of despair, was the times I thought you could be there.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I really did friend.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I always thought you felt the closeness the way I did</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You were persistent about it too</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>But our pirorities were different</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Time after time , I gave in</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Only to find myself back to the square one</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Others told me, I didnt deserve you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You only cared about the times you were down</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You never once took the initiative to guess how I was even through my choice of words</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>But once again, I chose, to believe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>To find myself back where I was lost</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I didn't want to lose you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I didn't want to be as close as before</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>But it only proved me wrong</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You told me, this'll go far</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I asked myself, told myself to believe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>But I failed</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>The simple reason, you weren't genuine</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Or were you?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You changed yourself for other people but you didnt realise</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You got close to people who weren't related to you but to your loved ones</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Which often involved the phase of neglecting me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>There were times, when I thought I should open up TO you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I did</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Your reaction, though, was over-whelming</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>You'd brush off the matter like as if it didnt matter</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>But then again it didnt did it?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Even then</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I accepted - You</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I believed - In You</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>I love - You</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>And I'll continue doing so.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>For, you'll always be my bestfriend. :)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"><strong>Okayyyy! That was just random as it may sound.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I'm feeling so restless, but my dad was kind enough to do me a huge favour.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I've been wanting to get back to my keyboard lately, but since my charger was spoilt, I had to rely on batteries, which I didnt get till earlier.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I love my dad. He knows I love musicccc.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I went to Little India earlier.Juen didnt accompany as per planned. Pssshhh.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">But yeah, I guess I'll see you tomorrow bro?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I wanna go do my hair, then after that, Pasta=ing? Bad will be meeting me after that.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I think.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">Lol.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I got my suit for my Seanpaul cousin's R.O.M.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">And for once, I loveeeeeee it!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">So much.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">Cost quite a bit. But its worth it. :)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I really need the score for the piece Matsuri.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">Have you guys heard that? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">Remebered playing this song back in primary school,under the tutelage of Mr. Simon Ng.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">He was the best band Instuctor I ever had. Singapore will ever have. :D</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;">I'll have the video up. Its really soothing. And, the beginning may seem boring with an old guy with long hair and all,but he's legend lah! 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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Thinking about the past does result in a smile on you doesn't it?
The times, you wished never end, the times you wished you could pause.
Then how come it doesnt?

In times of despair, was the times I thought you could be there.
I really did friend.
I always thought you felt the closeness the way I did
You were persistent about it too
But our pirorities were different

Time after time , I gave in
Only to find myself back to the square one
Others told me, I didnt deserve you

You only cared about the times you were down
You never once took the initiative to guess how I was even through my choice of words
But once again, I chose, to believe
To find myself back where I was lost

I didn't want to lose you
I didn't want to be as close as before
But it only proved me wrong

You told me, this'll go far
I asked myself, told myself to believe
But I failed

The simple reason, you weren't genuine
Or were you?
You changed yourself for other people but you didnt realise
You got close to people who weren't related to you but to your loved ones
Which often involved the phase of neglecting me

There were times, when I thought I should open up TO you
I did
Your reaction, though, was over-whelming
You'd brush off the matter like as if it didnt matter
But then again it didnt did it?

Even then


I accepted - You
I believed - In You
I love - You

And I'll continue doing so.
For, you'll always be my bestfriend. :)

Okayyyy! That was just random as it may sound.
I'm feeling so restless, but my dad was kind enough to do me a huge favour.
I've been wanting to get back to my keyboard lately, but since my charger was spoilt, I had to rely on batteries, which I didnt get till earlier.
I love my dad. He knows I love musicccc.

I went to Little India earlier.Juen didnt accompany as per planned. Pssshhh.
But yeah, I guess I'll see you tomorrow bro?
I wanna go do my hair, then after that, Pasta=ing? Bad will be meeting me after that.
I think.
Lol.

I got my suit for my Seanpaul cousin's R.O.M.
And for once, I loveeeeeee it!
So much.
Cost quite a bit. But its worth it. :)

I really need the score for the piece Matsuri.
Have you guys heard that?
Remebered playing this song back in primary school,under the tutelage of Mr. Simon Ng.
He was the best band Instuctor I ever had. Singapore will ever have. :D

I'll have the video up. Its really soothing. And, the beginning may seem boring with an old guy with long hair and all,but he's legend lah! So's his pieces.