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Thursday, August 14, 2008
Creep ; 9:56 PM

I was totally trying to figure out the lyrics to Creep during MAths tutorial and Lecture today! The stupid (and very ironic) thing was that I was happily singing the song and I knew all the lyrics and then 5 minutes after, I wanted to sing again and I BLANK. I couldn't start the friggin' song and I was like RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This happens to me lots. Very common so in between trying to listen to Patrick teach sequences and series, trying to make out the PUNY font that was on the screen, squinting so crazily to copy the model solution down, and writing the lyrics to My Girl and Gravity on Zhiling's paper, I was trying to make out the lyrics to Creep and I GOT IT! HAH. Just as lecture was about to end so as we were exiting the LT, I said "Come, Zhiling, let me sing something for you, it's called Creep" then Zhiling was "C-C-C-Creep? Like Radiohead??" And I was sooo impresses she knew the song! ONly to find out that Yoga Lin sang it before and that's how she knew the song. =X. C'MON. NO ONE BEATS RADIOHEAD.

ARGH. And I can't seem to get the chorus of Sixth Avenue Heartache out of my head!

And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in
Sixth avenue heartache, heartache



When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special (yes, it's fucking for all you idiots who did not know the lyrics were censored)

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here


She's running out again
She running out
She runs, runs, runs, RUHHHHHHHNNNNNN
She RUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special


the little rocker

Little Miss Brightside
- Absolutely loves music

Have a nice day (:




ways to paradise

Gibson doves in flight
Kevin Kern's In My Life & Imagination's Light
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Johnny Got His Guns by Dalton Trumbo
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Five Greatest Warriors by Matthew Reiley
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