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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I thought that I've got bad learning attitudes when it comes to maths, and it started long before PSLE.

And then, my brother comes along, and he really takes the cake.

Seriously.

He's like O: scaryyyyyyyyy. Now I can see what SY used to see when we're studying together. I was like on a slow road to suicide. Plus, in the end, I really died.