Set the fire to the third bar

 

I am the photograph tucked away as a book-mark,
in a book left half unread,
once reopened to find memories
crawling back into peripheral sight,
faded,
creased and lonely.

 

It's gonna rain. I hope the rain lasts through the night. I like rainy nights. Not in the day though, it's irksome. I'm glad i survived today as well. It's metally straining to go through toture day after day.

On a lighter note, i've got blg tix alr :) Happy happy. The 98$ ones weren't sold out afterall. Shall be ponning house meeting then. At least it compensates for my we-are-not-malaysia-people-therefore-you-cannot-go-to-malaysia-to-watch-superjunior sadness. I will now begin to devise my step-by-step (however, forlorn) escapade past the Tuas Causeway and find the shortest route to KL.

Which, by the way, is a totally perplex and almost-unsolvable problem but i. will. get. my. ass to KL by any means be it stealing a helicopter or digging an illegal tunnel via the water pipe that leads to msia because it's general knowledge that singapore buys water from msia and also another general knowledge that water runs in pipes.

If it's not general knowledge, i have good government literacy knowledge and EJ would be proud of me.

Oh, the rain's stopping. Haha i just saw lightning. Which reminds me of static electricity, which reminds me of physics, which reminds me of my homework, and the impending mentality to procrastinate.

Listen, set the fire to the third bar by Snow Patrol ft.Martha Wainwright.