virtual reality. my dreams.

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends

ann

~~mbs~~nygh~~109~~ 209 nymd

dance. music. dreams.

dance mates and friends

needs desperately to grow taller and be underweight

Saturday, January 20, 2007

i am not myself anymore. never will it be. identity crisis?

but i shall not think. for i know when i am afraid i am not alone.

for that, i am thankful. that i am trusted. that i will try to the best of my ability.

i can feel my passion grow for council and CIA. bit by bit. its getting more. as i realise i am not alone anymore.

and dance. train and train and lets do it! just leave those bad bones behind pick ourselves up. do our serniors, nymd, nanyang modern dance proud.

fangsong!

Angel Of Music ; 10:55 PM ;