I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside.
That didn't really work, did it?
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() Narcissist Bastard
I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside.
That didn't really work, did it? About
boo!
John Morgenstern ![]() Walking Disasters
Look back!
August 2007 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 September 2010 October 2010 Speak Rattus Rattus
Designed and made by FsDesigns Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Swing Swing Days swiftly come and go I'm dreaming of her She's seeing other guys Emotions they stir The sun is gone The nights are long And I am left while the tears fall Did you think that I would cry On the phone? Do you know what it feels like Being alone? I'll find someone new Swing, swing, swing From the tangles of My heart is crushed By a former love Can you help me find a way To carry on again? Dreams cast into the sky I'm moving on Sweet beginnings do arise She knows I was wrong The notes are old They bend, they fold And so do I to a new love Did you think that I would cry On the phone? Do you know what it feels like Being alone? I'll find someone new Swing, swing, swing From the tangles of My heart is crushed By a former love Can you help me find a way To carry on again? Bury me (You thought your problems were gone) Carry me (Away, away, away) Swing, swing, swing From the tangles of My heart is crushed By a former love Can you help me find a way To carry on again? I was sittin on the terrace waiting for school to start when all of a sudden, my left hand chanced upon some MYSTERY GOO. Mysteriously...icky Anyways,being a good student of M.B.S, I promptly wiped it on some random guy's back (fake backslap) and went to the toilet to wash off the excess. The results were fantastic! The guy was actually Benjamin Ho!! (certified school and class retard *seriously retard, no joke*) and he was lining infront of me so I could see my handiwork(: Wicked! I kept emitting muffled laughs while singing Negaraku.(National song) Then in class, the monitor said:" What's that on you back!? Looks like s**t! Go wash it off NOW!" Then in class, we called him the "Back-s**t Boy" Suiting, is it not? Plenty of laughs there and yes, I'm a bully. The rest of the day was boring and normal, or normal and boring, vice versa. (or versa vice) Oh what the heck, I'm bored beyond belief. John W.J.K
|
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() |