i lost my ring!
like fucking fuck shit, I LOST MY RING. that one, the one i wear on my left index finger. fuck man. it was one of my favourite ones la. it kept dropping, but i ALWAYS found it. great, now its gone FOREVER!! =(
so i'm wearing this other ring which i dun really like cuz i'll feel damn weird without my rings. not tt its a present from my (ex)boyfriend(s) or sth, cuz they never seem to give me one. or rather, they never seem to suceed in buying me one.
weird. i'd rather buy my own ring den have someone buy it for me. my mum once bought me a ring but i never wore it, not even once. hahahahas. i miss my ring... =( if only i can have it back. but its like all the way somewhere in tampines. sian.
why is it in tampines? cuz i went there ytd and lost it at cafe cartel. however u spell the damn ting. ate dinner there den returned home for the american idol results show. oh man, the diamonds on the girls.... *blingblingbling-
i wan a diamond ring. a real diamond ring. ok, shall wait 4 my hubby to get me one. lalalas. i wana marry a rich, old, dying man. then i'll pray tt when he signs the papers, he dies of heart attack cuz he's too happy. den i can have all his money. WHOOS.
yea rite, if only.
and i just wasted 60cents cabbing from LSCT to SOE. dots.. tim's idea. now i have like one hour before EDCA. sian. i'm bored. i should be chionging maths but i'm like sick of maths now. i rushed thru nearly 4 chapters of EM1 ytd night. i also chionged this morning during lesson.
i hate maths!!
was talking to eleanna ytd. we're opposites!! she loves maths and hates science, but i love science and hate maths!! maths, my enemy. my lifelong enemy. hahahas. i'm just crazy la. i have some problem with numbers. cant seem to get them right.
and i'm going for my long awaited iceskating later!! yays, one week seems to feel like one year. i hope i dont fall, though i strongly believe i wont, but just in case. hahas. i'm totally serious about iceskating. and my goal is to at least finish up til intermediate for figure skating by next year.
hmm, well at least be able to brake properly la...
sian, i wana go home and sleep. i wana watch the sanzo tingy cartoon. i wana eat. i wana iceskate. i wana watch xmen3. i wana play pool. i wana bite someone. i wana throw things. i wana drive a car. i wana play daytona. i wana drink beer. i wana eat panadols.
ok, i promised not to do silly tings to myself. lols. anw, i really feel like biting someone. like someone who has a lil meat, yet not meat but muscles. but not those super hard muscles. hmm. aiya, i just wana bite someone. preferbly my boyfriend.
but i dun have. =(
i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored. i'm bored.
sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian sian
i have nothing better to do la. ok, better get on with my maths. *sigh-
Remember the name
[Mike - Spoken]
You ready? Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
[Mike]
Mike
He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em'
He knows the code:
It's not about the salary
It's about reality and making some noise
Makin the story
Makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up!
[Tak]
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
[Ryu]
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I'm like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot!
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
[Ryu]
They call him Ryu the sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with
And rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin
Patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
[Tak]
Tak
He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with wood
He's god makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth,
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof,
Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a 100%
[Mike]
Forget Mike
Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! x2
[Outro - Mike]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond
Ryu, Takbir
Cheapshot!