WAN LING
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health is youth
now that she's working full-time,
she needs her sleep and fun more than ever,
her snacks and entertainment
of course her family and friends
and her boy too
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Stars
Friday, January 11, 200812:33 AM
 An art piece on my leg. =D Caused by one of my fellow Cheer people after i whacked into his nose bridge when he saved me from falling. And now there is a bump on his nose. I am sooo SORRY for unlocking when i tipped off the stunt! It's spreading and getting bigger now after the Cheer People's mass effort of rubbing and nursing my bruise. I think it's karma. I have been sort of appointed to rub the guys' bruises because i will threaten to kick their vital parts if they struggled/pulled away and it is rather useful. So they took revenge that fine night and pinned me down in a rather obscene manner with them pulling open my legs to rub that stupid bruise. For the first time, I screamed"RAPE!!!!" and it actually worked! (: Yes, it really hurts THAT badly for me to resort to that method.Finally found another place in brightly lit S'pore where some stars are actually visible! Was waiting for IHG Hockey Boys' Finals to start when the lights at the NIE pitch went off. And i just happened to look up and saw them twinkling up there. (: -Vincent by Don McLean- Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will. |
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