precious solitude

As for this song
i'll set the mood
there's nothing wrong
prefer solitude
alone to think
of what i don't know
the deeper i sink
the further i'll go

nothing to fear
no need to hide
i'm already there
came in from outside
safe in my nest
home sweet home
no invited guests
i want to be alone

leave me alone
leave me alone
i wish you would
leave me alone
leave me alone
i just want to be alone

it's better this way
no one will get hurt
if you stay away
i won't lose my shirt
if i have become
too defensive
i'm not the one
you have to live with

i want to be, i want to be
i want to be, alone
don't feel sorry
it's not your concern
only the lonely
are the ones who get burned

safe in my nest
home sweet home
no invited guests
i want to be alone

oops

so sorry this is belated. but anyway,

HAPPY 21st huishi and chris!

better late than never eh. guess u girls must have had an amazing time back home while i can only imagine. ok wait for me to get back and we'll watch your first R21 movie in the theatres together. *wink wink*

love u babes!

guy fawkes day

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,'twas his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.

Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!


Happy Guy Fawkes Day.

liquored up

so high. and loving it.