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Saturday, December 23, 2006 I'm adapting to the simple life. It's therapy, which I think will increase your number of years in counting. Maybe I wasn't ever meant to be a city kid.Hard Rock today again :) No Goodfellas, too bad. Everything just went too normal but its fine the food is good the mudpie is still the best mudpie in the world. I miss exercise, it's terrible trying to exercise on your own. Guess I'll wait for trainings to start, be serious for a short time and start swearing all over again.
Saturday, December 16, 2006 Finally! End of trainings for the long long year.Jumpers made a record by having 3 people turn up for training on friday. There's only 2 weeks left to inhumanity, and I WISH so badly I was retired, rather have the bored-but-easy-life feeling than the wait-nearly-300-days-for-just-60-ones-with-a-life one. I've started bandaging my other big toe. So now both big toes are bandaged. Its gonna be a really long time later when I can get a pedicure.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006 Link it to the worldLink it to yourself Stretch it like a birth squeeze The love for what you hide For bitterness inside Is growing like the new born When you've seen, seen too much Too young, young Soulless is everywhere Hopeless time to roam The distance to your home Fades away to nowhere How much are you worth? You can't come down to earth You're swelling up You're unstoppable Cause you've seen Seen too much And too young Young Soulless is everywhere Destroy the spineless Show me its real Wasting our last chance To come away Just break a silence Cause I'm drifting away Away from you Yeah link it to the world Link it to yourself Stretch it like its a birth squeeze And the love for what you hide And the bitterness inside Is growing like the new born When you've seen, seen too much Too young, young to take you far away to hypnotise the Oakenfold fan
Tuesday, December 05, 2006 Pippin's songHome is behind The World Ahead And There Are Many Paths To Tread Through Shadow To The Edge Of Night Until The Stars Are All Aligned Mist And Shadow Cloud And Shade All Shall Fade All Shall Fade Into The West Lay down Your sweet and weary head The night is falling You have come to journey's end Sleep now And dream of the ones who came before They are calling From across the distant shore Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see All of your fears will pass away Safe in my arms, You're only sleeping What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn To silver glass A light on the water All souls pass Songs from the best story imagined
Saturday, December 02, 2006 Not good to count your chickens before they're hatched, not good to count my passes before I've taken the tests.But this is something satisfying to say: I've got my studying machine started! Yes very soon I shall go from steam to electric to monorail to maglev and the A's shall come flying to me. I just read my last year holiday entries and I realise about the hell lot of fun I'm missing out this year. I wanna play, squash tennis (even if i dont like it) badminton football pool bowling basketball just anything that could take up my time and make me fitter without having a strain. Come to think of it I don't think I was ever meant to be in track. What I think is track is EXERCISE whilst other sports are sports. I can't consider track a sport. Maybe that's why the only part I like about training is jumping. The rest of training is pure training. -what a bore! I'm gonna think up my new year resolutions soon
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