Itz sunday! woke up, flahin da song 'easy like sunday morning' on my mind, dunno why every sundae lyk dat, yeah, wushu again... to most ppl itz sumthing torture, but i dun think so, i juz pretend with them lor... wushu quite fun lar, some jokes around, made by the kids, cute sia... hahaz, and mi, entertainment onli... todae we run carpark, coz little ppl mar, easy to handle, then after dat same lor, the taolu... it was one easy peacie dae, after wushu heard news dat the party cancelled, haiz, if onli tel mi erlier, not last min, then i cn plan other activities, like hang out with ex-classmates, cycle, go sumone house... haiz, k, lor, so i go cycle my own, read mill blog, she also think dat the class is fallin apart... zul's blog veri surprisin leh, i tot he would write sumthing bout soccer and stuffs, but he wrote bout bks, wow, seldom got ppl lyk readin, hahaz, then, other ppl blog i dunno, those ppl dat is readin, gimme ur links... btw... LAST DAY FOR ME TO WRITE IN SINGLISH... then tmrw start sch, i started to disagree to my old thoughts of goin sch is fun... life is juz lyk tat, so strange, haiz... miss my wonderful, happy life in oe pri, I reali seriously miss tt holy sch badly... then, im not gonna do anything, i dun care whether our clas kena punish 
for bein noisy, i'l be quite sitin at the corner and do my own stuffs... byez, skimmed through some lyrics, suddenly found the lyrics of 'Memory' not bad too after modifications......

Memory (edited a little)

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am sighing for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Memory
The good times we got free
Those are the memory
Of the days in the sun 
If  those time, went pass quicky like a dream
Let the memory die again...