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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
"life got cold "



life got cold

oh oh yeah ooh

we text as we eat
as we listen to the freaks
as we wait for the right of way
we text as we talk
we're running as we walk
cause we surf our little souls away
we smoke as we choke
as we sink another coke
and we grin when it blows our mind
we skate as we date
as we slowly suffocate
we're running, we're running, we're running
out of time

my life got cold
it happened many years ago
when summer slipped away
so chill now whoa
we've gotten many years to go
so take it day by day

and long ago
i lost my soul
to some forgotten dream and
how was i supposed to know
it wasn't what it seemed
and even though the last hello
has left me on the floor
i don't believe in romeos or heroes anymore

we spend as we lend
cause we're happy to pretend
everything's gonna be okay
we shake as we break
never give until we take
and we hate when we have to pay
we flirt while we work
to forget about the hurt
and the trash that we left behind
we sink as we swim
the ice is wearing thin
we're running, we're running, we're running
out of time

my life got cold
it happened many years ago
when summer slipped away
so chill now whoa
we've gotten many years to go
so take it day by day

and long ago
i lost my soul
to some forgotten dream and
how was i supposed to know
it wasn't what it seemed
and even though the last hello
has left me on the floor
i don't believe in romeos or heroes anymore


- girls aloud


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i hate it when people act as if they know me. as if they know every single thing that i'm talking/thinking/tweeting about. get a fucking life; your own, preferably. because mine belongs to me. ugh.



i used to listen to the song above every single day when i was 11 and 12.

it meant a lot to me. maybe because i related the lyrics to what was happening at the point of time. everything made sense with this song. like, when i finally figured out that happy family (the card game) was bullshit, cause i din have one. and when i learnt the hard way not to talk to certain people. and honestly, iun see a reason why i should prove that my life has been harder than yours. it's enough to know that i've went through more than i should have, and that i've emerged a stronger person than you have with your measly problems.



of course, bad things come with good stuff.
with extra lil perks that i've included myself.



it's been a habit since.. forever;
to distract myself with other things in life.
with myself - with self-proclaimed necessities - filling my time.
that's why i started my relationship with dance.
that's how i got where i am now.


different people handle different situations differently. and if you're shallow enough to compare, or judge based on whatever little experience you have, then perhaps you've not experienced or witnessed life enough. and that, to me, is pretty sad. isn't it?


sidetrack:

yummy yummy pink nails!
speaking about pink, check out kitty's (my pink rose plant, in case you din know) pink.
i told you it's nicer than all those baby pink-ness roses that they've given me! x)




it's actually brighter than that in real life, i swear. hahahaa.




my throat hurts.
emceeing tomorrow and i wonder how i'm going to cope.
off to memorise the scripts then. (:


toodles.


i thought and wondered at 4:06 PM