Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Wah,
I haven checked my e-mail for almost a year....
N I jus deleted 850 unread mails.....
Admit it was a pretty waste of time..
Cz I dint noe how to jus select all 800 mails n delete it all at once..

Anw,
I tink I have this prob..
Sometimes, I either forget to sleep,
Or at times, no mood to sleep..
Will sleep v late n den wake up pretty early...
Was linkin it to havin low blood pressure,
But tink back,
Ya mayb Im jus tinkin too much n bein a lil paranoid..
But nvm bout that ah...

Random, Muay Thai can b fun...
int get reli hurt when I 1st tried a friendly spar....
But, to me, I tink I was more of Silat then Muay Thai-ing..
Ya, reminds me been a long time since I even attempted silat...
I still not sure whether I wanna continue aft my A's....
We c what d future holds...

posted by Wary at 12:09 AM


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Song: How to save a Life

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Lyrics

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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