Roses

i can't seem to post pictures on my blog. for some weird reason
i think it's my lousy internet connection

anw, LALA! i made a photo thing but i can't post it. will post when i can.
and you should know that i'll never be angry with you ok? so sorry about today! i feel really guilty about the whole thing. and next time if anyone tells you "oei, jolene angry with you leh." you know straight away that it's not the truth! LOVING YOU TRUCKLOADS AND TRAINLOADS. and you're my one and only TALL sis! so how could i even be angry with you! ahahah.. hope tmr's a better day for you, and you won't feel like our "real" hair colour .

and HENG HENG you're the best "father" la. we should meet up more often. and don't anyhow anyhow with my future "mother" ar *ahem*

can someone tell me whether we really FEEL from the HEART or it's the BRAIN? i've studied all the bio and it tells me brain. the heart just pumps blood. and as many know, i'm probably cold-blooded (since i always feel hot even in environments where others are freezing). so am i really "heartless"? nonsense spin around the head thoughts:)

blogging without pictures is boredom. so im gona conclude!

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Turn around there's those eyes again.
Turn around fake indifference and I.
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
A hundred bodies fill this room.
And all their faces overdone.
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold.
Roses, roses sold out.
Turn around reds and whites again.
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.
Why are some girls so naive?
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
A better view of your heart.
Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.
Sing it soft.Make it slow.
Apples parachute the boys back down.
Fill it up.Overflow.
A new, improved modern way to feel.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?