Sorry people. Been busy this few days down with fever and stuff. So hasnt been able to post. In other words , i was being lazy

So i missed Wednesday's training, with a mc of course :D Training venue changed to YCK stadium from now ons.
And i seriously have no life. I need to go out to spend money and boost the economy. See im so important to SG's economy :O

So i've decided to go to Azizan's house with people from my class. Duh theres food :D
Ok anyway while typing i got electrocuted. -.-

Oh yes! Nafeeshah promised to make me a NEW blogskin. On the Liverpool pics i sent her the other day. WOO (Crowd goes wild)

I also joined MySpace after Cheryl introduced me to it. Kinda cool. Same idea as Friendster but alot better. FRIENDSTER LAGS. And MySpace has REAL accounts of famous people. The Killers, Ronin etc. And you cna upload music and play in your acc too!

Ok let me introduce you guys to the best song in the world right now, for me.
Oh yes, VISIT TBFC
TB's very own website. Created by me of course.

THE KILLERS, WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG.

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To to save your from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

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