<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/5614789634273389629?origin\x3dhttp://sbsbs.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Friday, January 18, 2008

Hello! Hello! Got back from camp today. Damn tiring larh but FUN FUN FUN! Campfire ROCKED! Everyone was damn HYPER and SUPER CRAZY. Too bad it rained :( Guns of labrador was damn tiring. That Kenneth, our instructor tricked us into going the LONG LONG LONG WAY but at least we covered seven clues :) Always look on the bright side of life =D Kenneth keep saying the FEEEEELING throughout the camp. We got addicted to it :)

So, anyways, last Tuesday, during PE lesson, Senget found this damn damn sweet letter larh sey. I blurred the name of the person because we want to protect his/her identity. Well, here it goes...


Sweet right? Hihihi...Anyways, my favourite song of the moment;

Turn around there's those eyes again.

Turn around fake indifference and I.

Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.

A hundred bodies fill this room.And all their faces overdone.

Pain is foreign, foreign to us.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Roses, roses cold.Roses, roses sold out.

Turn around reds and whites again.

I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.

Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.

Why are some girls so naive?

He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.A better view of your heart.

Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Roses, roses cold.Roses, roses sold out.

Roses, roses cold.

Roses, roses sold out.

Sing it soft.

Make it slow.

Apples parachute the boys back down.

Fill it up.

Overflow.

A new, improved modern way to feel.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Was it something I did wrong?

Was it something I did wrong?

UR FRIEND, SEWEL <3>

Falling,Falling,Falling,


Blogged @ 1/18/2008


THE PEOPLE

AMIRAH, AMYRAA, AZALEA, NADHIRAH, NASYIBA WE ARE WHO WE ARE, AND WE WON'T EVER CHANGE THAT>
TALK CAN


RUN BABY RUN

2/2'o8
Almas
Amyraa
Atiqah
Azlin
Ayuni
Elfin
Fara
Hida
Jasmine
Mabel
Nasyiba
Noor Md
Q&A
Syarafina
Yvette
FORGET US NOT

October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
May 2009

CREDITS

Designer : Hidden-Lurve
Basecodes & Inspirations : Anges
Images : Deviantart
Image Host : Tinypic
Others : Cursor , Cbox , Imeem
Adobe cs3