Sunday, August 27, 2006, 8:06 PM
My dearest pots in the kettle, the pressure is heating up as days go by. As much as I wish that we all could win, withstanding the pressure will lead to a day where tears of joy will stream down our faces. Where are we going for tomorrow? For we are creeps and weirdos, the dogs will begin to smell us. I forsee a future, where you will put a gun against my head, pull that trigger but to no avail. I wore the mask I found but to no satisfactory. You strum my guitar once but the strings snapped. As much as Singapore Idol matters, Joakim is a shining star to you. Piano and Ryan Star are compatible. Getting laid all night is a priceless door gift. Rest assured you're walking the line. The battle will soon be over and after all the things we've done, I HAVEN'T THINK YET. You snooze, you lose.