Thursday, December 04, 2008

Ok, i'm gonna b on a job-hunting spree now...
Hopefully i get one favourable job...

But I'm more hoping i can still travel wit my achin heel n knee..
Uh,
if anybody wanna find out bout my bro,
His name's Zafrie,
He's not playin for club,
Part of St. Pat's soccer team,
Jus graduated n waitin for his O lvl results..
Yes he's express, so he's a smart mat....
N sorry girls, he's taken...

Ok,
I'm like advertisin him,
But yea,
Basith was right...
We're the "Brothers of Destruction"

We were wrestling fans the other time,
So once I nicknamed us that cz we played well tog last time..

kk,
uh jus another random stuff,
When I first heard n saw this music vid,
I kinda fell in love wit the song..
But not s much now..
Nevertheless,
Lemme put it up one last time b4 i grow out of love wit it...


posted by Wary at 10:07 AM


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To provide info on Dinie's life

About Me

A soccer-lovin soon-to-be army man

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Music

Artiste: The Frays
Song: How to save a Life

*insert your music player code here*

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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