07/03/05 Monday 9.30 pm
Yeah, so I have submitted my model. I finally gave up battling with the plastic strips. To tell you the truth, I actually wanted to submit it without the glass windows and the strips but then the old dude thwarted my ingenious plan. I didn’t feel like killing him just now. I just felt like dropping dead on the floor. I was so tired ok. I had only an hour of sleep. Hey, I almost wanted to burst into tears when he told me to do the glass windows. To control myself, I rubbed my eyes and looked away from the freaking model. Sigh. That was how tired I was.
I just bought Natasha Bedingfield’s cd. It was a 15 minute life threatening psychological war at the cd shop. It was either Natasha, Good Charlotte, Sheila On 7 or Suede. I should have taken Sheila on 7 lah. But this cd is ok. I bought it for the lyrics. I really look up to artists who make and write their own music. These people are so talented. How I wish I could have this talent, a bit will do lah, im not greedy. Ok, there is truth in the music and lyrics which are composed by the artists themselves. Yeah, that was what I was trying to say. Phew, glad I got it off my mind. Anyway, here is the truth to Natasha’s Unwritten. Beautiful right?
Unwritten
I am unwritten
Cant read my mind
Im undefined
Im just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you
Can not find
Reaching to something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release you inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can
Speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I cant live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you
Can not find
Reaching to something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release you inhibitions
Chorus
Yeah, so I have submitted my model. I finally gave up battling with the plastic strips. To tell you the truth, I actually wanted to submit it without the glass windows and the strips but then the old dude thwarted my ingenious plan. I didn’t feel like killing him just now. I just felt like dropping dead on the floor. I was so tired ok. I had only an hour of sleep. Hey, I almost wanted to burst into tears when he told me to do the glass windows. To control myself, I rubbed my eyes and looked away from the freaking model. Sigh. That was how tired I was.
I just bought Natasha Bedingfield’s cd. It was a 15 minute life threatening psychological war at the cd shop. It was either Natasha, Good Charlotte, Sheila On 7 or Suede. I should have taken Sheila on 7 lah. But this cd is ok. I bought it for the lyrics. I really look up to artists who make and write their own music. These people are so talented. How I wish I could have this talent, a bit will do lah, im not greedy. Ok, there is truth in the music and lyrics which are composed by the artists themselves. Yeah, that was what I was trying to say. Phew, glad I got it off my mind. Anyway, here is the truth to Natasha’s Unwritten. Beautiful right?
Unwritten
I am unwritten
Cant read my mind
Im undefined
Im just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you
Can not find
Reaching to something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release you inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can
Speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I cant live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you
Can not find
Reaching to something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release you inhibitions
Chorus
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