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    Thursday, April 8, 2010


    You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

    - Bob Marley

    by request of Yuan mai.

    So much drama lately. today nicholas chang got into a squabble with puny little kids. raised his voice and stuff. Yu zheng rushed in to class and said "GOT SHOW GOT SHOW" then everyone rushed out.

    Yu feng and Jun jie apparently chased everyone away. cept' me. cant be fuck by them. :]
    reminds me of some epic gang fight where the guy gotta save the damsel surrounded by little punks.
    Then the hero(k'po) people gets kick' away.
    Stupid max say today got physics. made me want to go back timetable instead of helping >_>;
    so.. i chiong in and tried to calm Nicholas. apparently i epic failed.
    thought to myself "What kind of friend am I? i cant even help my good bud"

    next time those little kids come to bug(including Yufeng and Junjie) im not gonna not do anything anymore. even if it means screwing my friendship with the two guys.

    also. i had reached my limits of bearing with Hongwei. Emaths lesson was when mini war happened between two of them. I had once went all bitch' and cold on Hongwei. this time i'll do more if he crosses the line.

    Christ. I know that Nicholas is loud and rude at times, but i know he treats his friends sincerely.
    this class, i know, some of ya, doesnt treat ur pals with your feelings. just fair-weathered pals.
    like i said in my previous posts(oops deleted :x) screw haters. what can u fucks do?

    here's a song to u fuckers.(cheers)


    Undead!
    Undead!
    Undead!
    Undead!
    Undead!

    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
    (Undead!)

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

    Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
    When you see, J-3-T,
    Thirty Deep, He's Down To Brawl
    Fuck those haters I see,
    Cause I hate that you breathe,
    I see you duck,
    You little punk,
    You little fucking disease,
    I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
    Boulevard,
    Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
    Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we never go far,
    And when you see us motherfuckers,
    better know who we are.

    I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
    Motherfuckers who don't know what,
    You better watch what you say.
    From these industry fucks,
    To these faggot ass punks,
    You don't know what it takes,
    To get this motherfucking truck.

    I'm already loud maybe,
    It?s a little too late,
    Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
    Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
    Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
    (Undead!)

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

    I'm getting used to this nuisance,
    And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
    It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
    You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
    I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music.

    You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
    Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
    I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
    You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

    What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
    What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
    Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
    I played a million empty shows to only family and friends.

    What kind of person would diss a band who deserves to get big?
    I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
    That shits as worse as it gets.
    This verse is over, I quit.
    Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend's tits.

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
    (Undead!)

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

    White boys with tattoos,
    We are pointing right at you,
    We are breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
    Pack of wolves,
    'Cause we don't follow the rules,
    And when you're running your mouth,
    Our razor blades come out,
    Because its nothing in my life except my dick and what I spit,
    So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit,
    Speaking of fags, already wrap with the drag,
    We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

    Why you always pressin?
    You know I'm never stressing,
    With fucking DMS,
    J-Johny to my left,
    Got Phantom and the rest,
    Who are down there at the west,
    A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's,

    So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta?
    What the fuck do you know about being in danger?
    You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit.
    Mad at all the boys because every song is a fucking hit.

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
    (Undead!)

    (Undead!)
    You better get up out the way,
    Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
    'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

    Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
    See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
    Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
    Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)