Halim!!!
DONT GOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOooOoooo!!!!!!!!!
HILAAAM!!!!!!!!
Arrrggh!!!
*drops dead*
Wish i could have been there last sat with the rest!!
*sigh*
HOw like that, my buddy, my companion, my comrade, FLATMaN!!!!!
Waaaaaagh!
k, this is beggining to sound gay whahaha..
But seriously dey, the mosqiutos there are damn B!g eh, and when the aircon in ur office breaks down remember how hot it is in SIngapore ah..
Keep in touch dey, and thank you for penning down the most memorable days of our lives in MJ, couldnt have said it better meself, just remember (ROJAK... Hot BunnyBB and Hilam haha)
I'll see you there, probably fall out then report sick and come find you.. so let me know where in Brunei you'll be k :)
*sigh* booking in in bout 3 hours..
Can't believe Small Thing is going to Poly! ><
I feel cheated eh.. disappointed, demoralised and miserable all at once.. why!! Argh!
Guilty...? Hmmm...
Could we have done something to help her when we still could have..
*Argh*
Life is full of Compromises..
:(
The only thing i have right now with me is my Guitar.. she'll be there forever.
Pashendale~ Iron MaidenIn a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier unkown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
Last communioun of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends againIn the smoke in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin
Chorus)
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
Running straight at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath
Say a prayer symphony of death
As we charge the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one hears...
Theres too much more..
Anguish.