seeker

do your best, & the best will do you.
(LOL, if you understand my meaning, great. if not, go ask someone who does! HAHA!)


taken by Brenna the Stalker

should i do my number 8, or finish my chalet post first?
*flips a coin-


back from the chalet at last! very taxing, but also very fun.
first night, all stay awake & chat about death, ghosts and other stuff.
in the end all very scared lol.

went to macdonalds to slack.
some retards come kajiao us cause we 'diao their lanjiao'.
or as they put it, 'diao simi lanjiao?'
lame shit.

second day, had to go back to school for maths.
woke up at 8am and rushed over without bathing. reached school on time, but was very smelly & sticky.
slept upon reaching chalet, then bbq and everything.
some of us got high watching the america's next top model lol
though to me, all of them suck ballz.



i'll let the pictures do the talking from here on
top three pics were taken by axel~


lol noobz! shaky hands!

check out xiaopang's expression!

me all the way!>

made mini- fortresses out of domino blocks.

axel

xiaopang


yu ting, zhenghou

junjie, xiaopang

curry chicken!

this cat is damn cute lol. for the face pic check out axel's blog.

that little shawty fire burnin' on the tamal. (sp?)

LOL. JJ'S UNGLAM PIC

yuting

NOW, FOR THE NUMBER 8th SONG...




8. Broken Strings - James Morrison



Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything
When I love you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else

*Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?*

Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

**

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again



great song! can't honestly say the same for the MV though.
& like my new blogsong?
it's seeker from DJ max.
i love the dark, haunting, mysterious tune! completely alluring and totally.. seductive, for want of a better word.

school's opening in a few more days, shiok.
i hate rotting at home.
this year i swear swear SWEAR i will work harder.
i refuse to be looked down upon.