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Name=Eugene Lim Huang Shen

School=ACS(J)

Instruments Played =Guitar , Piano

Likes=sleeping , listening to songs , sports

Dislikes=parents nagging , homework , psle results

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okay this short paragraph is written by KIMBERLY JANET :
Being Possesed is when someone else is being controled by another being ,but losing control is another.Losing control of your emotions , thoughst , actions , mind.That , is another thing. Its when someone becomes a totally different person from the person they once were... Kimberley Alyssa Pendleton staggered through the forest , her feet crunching over dry leaves that had fallen of tress and littered the ground s of the forest.She held a sword in her hand , not any ordinary sword , but a blood covere sword.Blood , dark red blood dripped from it ,leaving a bloody trail on the forest grounds.Yes , she was a murdered at the young age of 14.Some one who killed , who took the lives of others , yes , that was her. A cold-blodded murderer . She was losing herself , not being possesd , but somehow , changing into a toally different person at times , not all the time.Someone totally different from who she once was.At times like this , she wasn't herself anymore ,the real her was locked away , somewhere deep inside her... Arriving in a clearing , she threw the sword down on the ground.Slumping down beside it , she inspected a newly formed wound on her arm.Blood flowed freely out of it , staining her clothes... Her usually clean , blonde hair had specks of blood on it too.Her eyes had a lifeless , cold , hard look in them . Hardly the look she usually had.From that alone , one could tell she was not herself , not anymore.Not for now at least... "fools" she muttered under her breath , looking at her sword. "They were such fools ..." she muttered again , this time , louder than the first...

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Saturday, December 18, 2004
Bored

hi guys , juz came back frm guitar lessons .. sigh , so bored .. i'm dam bored now .. hmm .. so i play lor battleon  .. not bad lah , quite fun .. but play until i very tired.. anyway , my grandma still in hospital .. anyway , i got my hair cut .. lol .. not nice .. i ask the lady but differently but go cut same hairstlye as last time .. so angry , but nvm ... haha

Hmm wat lyrics 2day ?.. okay somethin by ashlee simpson


SHADOW:
I was six years old
When my parents went away
I was stuck inside a broken life
I couldn't wish away
She was beautiful
She had everything and more
And my escape was hiding out and running for the door

Somebody listen please
It used to be so hard being me
Living in the shadow
Of someone else's dream
Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me
Living in a nightmare
A never-ending sleep
But now that I am wide awake
My chains are finally free
Don't feel sorry for me

All the days collided
One less perfect than the next
I was stuck inside someone else's life and always second best
Oh, I love you now 'cause now I realize
That it's safe outside to come alive in my identity

So if you're listening
There's so much more to me you haven't seen
Living in the shadow
Of someone else's dream
Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me
Living in a nightmare
A never-ending sleep
But now that I am wide awake
Then I can finally see
Don't feel sorry for me-

Mother, sister, father, sister, mother
Everything's cool now
Mother, sister, father, sister, mother
Everything's cool now
Oh, my life is good
I've got more than anyone should
Oh, my life is good
And the past is in the past

I was living in the shadow
Of someone else's dream
Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me
I'm living in a new day
I'm living it for me
And now that I am wide awake
Then I can finally see
Don't feel sorry for me
Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me
Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me

Living in, living in, living in the shadow
Living in, living in, living in a new day

Posted at 05:03 pm by eugene

 

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