today is a nice day,
we've been dealing with FRUIT FRIES (as how the tchr pronounced) the whole day.
its kinda gross, esp. when you have to stare at the body under a freaking microscope.
and you see EVEYRTHING.
the butt, the bristles the EYES. OMG. THE EYES.
but nonetheless, it's kinda fun, esp. when we get to prepare the food for the flies.
it seemed edible.
Milo powder +mashed banana+vinegar+agar powder.
made all of us hungry esp. when we heat it up in the micrwave.
makes it look like cookie. mmmm~
anyways, I FELL IN LOVE WITH COLDPLAY!
it was my exam song. like while i was mugging for bio,geog and chem.
coldplay was singing in the background,
enveloping me in one wonderful song to another beautiful one.
A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD!
tt's the title of the disc.
personally i prefer the other songs, and if you noticed my WMP on msn
it is mostly,
Warning Sign
Green Eyes
Politik
HAHAHA! there is WARNING SIGN lyrics. (:
A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized,
That you were an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go.
So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...
beautiful huh?
WANT THE SONG?
call this number, hahaha, sry was attempting to be the Mocca lame advert.
*OVER THERE!*
(:
you just aren't worth my time,
my energy,
my thoughts.
Monday, October 01, 2007
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