I shall blog like a mat today.
Alamak. Today I terrible sial. Start of the day go meet Lyn in town, and I'm late after knowing that she hates to wait. Teruk sial. Then after that she followed me go looksy looksy at clothes and stuffs. Like what sial. I bet she was bored to the max. =/ Then after walking around town we go sit down at wheelock to drink. Oh the Blackberry Fantasy cheesecake is power lah dhey.
After that we both don't know what to do. Bodoh sia me. Ask people out then halfway no plans. End up we go to Marina Square for awhile then after that head off. Boring right sial? Thank you Lyn for putting up with me. =/
After that I went to jam with Yk's campmate's band, as a drummer. They played old school punk music. Sheesh, I suck lah. Can't play drums properly for shit. Felt damn malu sial. They bring their girlfriends somemore. Even more malu. The funny thing is that they still want me to drum! Err. Yeah. What the? Gah. I miss TEG. I wanna jam! =(
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This is the lyrics of our new original. Worked halfway on it. Yay. =)
Lyrics by Jason.
The truth of warOne more day as the tanks keep rolling
One more moment till the bullets fly
One more shout as the armed keep marching
One more bloodshed and a thousand cries
One more night as the darkness creeps in
One more prayer to survive
One more shadow as the sun is setting
One more sunrise to stay alive
March, march to the land of the free
Or a land that was bought at a price?
Fight, fight in the name of the wicked
For a purpose that’s blinded our eyes?
Conquer, conquer with the strength of thousands
With a might that can’t be denied
Triumph, triumph in this war you fight for
In the war that was simply a lie
The bodies lie in a mangled mess
The stench of blood in the wind
The silent weeping as the children cry
A haunting picture in their minds
As we march to the top of the city
The fires burn down below
The cry of victory and its pouring pride
I guess we’ll never know
