There's airplane in the sky
With a banner right behind
Loneliness is just a crime
Look each other in the eye
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh oh


sigh, i really hate school. never in my life have i dread school so much. school used to be so fun. you walk to every corner and there's always a familiar face around, waiting for you to greet each other. poly life sucks. i hate poly life. :'( so many people think just because you can colour your hair or you can wear home clothes to school thats oh so cool. whatever. i got into poly because i cannot enter into a decent jc. sigh, sometimes i really how do MOE thinks. the smarty pants will always have things going their way, like a path especially built for them into junior colleges. and then the not so smart ones? sufferings, holy shit. the relatively smart ones would choose not to go to jcs, though they can make it for one, and then they take up space in poly courses. and then the not so smart ones will be left without much choice, and be forced to take up something they dont like, for a whole god-damned fucking three years. imagine the torture, pure. why must it be so meritocracy? shouldnt it be interest that comes first? fuck it luh. and now whenever it comes to night, i crack my brain to choose what to wear the next day. and when it comes to morning, i dread going to school, snoozing my alarm clock until i get like real guilty about it before going to bath. and then when it comes to noon time, i rush off after school. im serious. this is how much i detest school. after lesson, i try to get out of the god-damned school as soon as possible. staying any longer simply agonise my pain and sufferings. school really stresses me up. though there's still a class just like secondary school and the days when i was still in millennia, it's a different kind of feeling altogther. things are paced much more relxed and less tense in secondary/millennia days life. and im serious. i used to be very outspoken in class, but now, i find no meaning enjoying lessons anymore. so im like the low profile hardly audible girl now. i think i really need a counsellor, else i'll hit serious depression like anytime soon. i dont hang out with my poly friends much, because whenever i see them, they remind me of school, and how much school stresses me up. i think my life is kind of fucked up now. one wrong choice, and everything seems oh so wrong. i cant believe i've to take up subjects that so turns me off for my next three years. now all i can think of is perserving. but come on, now long can it withhold me? i guess i'll prolly breakdown any time soon. everynight before going to sleep, i think of my day earlier and it just turns me off. i really hate poly life. and i hate MOE for being so meritocracy, for not considering about our interest first. but then again, maybe i should hate myself, for doing so WELL for olevels. sigh, i guess all these is going to break me down.

I wanna dedicate this school to all my secondary school peeps. from the lovely to the unkind, from the ones i love to the ones i always bear grudges with, this one is for all of you. i really miss secondary school life. and im at the verge of insanity. :'(

Four years you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that's just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends

Check out the popular kids
You'll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five

Reese Witherspoon,
She's the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
I've seen it all before
I want my money back

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's in the clubs and who's on the drugs,
Who's throwing up before they digest
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
And you're still listen to the same shit you did back then
High school never ends

High school never ends

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And I still don't have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends

High school never ends

High school never ends

Here we go again
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Come the spring time,
we will patch ourselves up.
Finding remedy in the sun
and on the bare skin.
Blossoms, black coffee,
and a black cat in the yard.
A better version of ourselves.

The ice is gone now,
so you can shake your camouflage.
Let's make a date with a country road,
you bring the bottles,
and I'll buy the gasoline.
We could drive anywhere,
just drive me out of here.

Half drunk in the afternoon,
staring at the girls
in their summer dresses.
I'm seasonably alright,
I'm seasonably okay,
get out the bikes and ride slow,
stay out late and
fall asleep to rain on a tin roof.

When the sun sets,
anything is possible.
Let's press our bad luck
with romance and alcohol.
We'll meet in the middle
of all our lost places.
To fight the good fight
with naked hearts and
slightly stained teeth.

The ice is gone now,
you can shake your camouflage.
Find some comfort in the warm wind.
If you show me you're vulnerable,
I'll show you a safe place.
I've got some good things
I've been waiting to share.

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WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS?

How many days in a year, she woke up with hope but only to find tears.

stereo_loud; hui dao guo qu - jay chou.