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ºWhatever Rocks Your Soulº
Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.
PROFILE.
Name: Samuel Lim Yu Jun

Birthday: 1st September 1992

School: Anglo-Chinese School (Barker Road)

Contact: lim_yu_jun@msn.com

RULES
• Do not rip anything off..
• No vulgarities.
• No spamming.
• Please tag before you leave.
Thank you, and goodbye.

VOICE


CLOSE TO MY HEART
  • Chloe
  • Caleb Lim
  • Nic
  • Sherylene
  • Karen
  • THE PAST
    September 2006
    October 2006
    November 2006
    December 2006
    January 2007
    April 2007
    February 2008
    March 2008
    April 2008
    May 2008
    June 2008
    July 2008
    August 2008
    September 2008
    October 2008
    November 2008
    December 2008

    ? CREDITS
    To The Person Who Made The Skin.

    Monday, March 31, 2008 @ 3/31/2008 09:32:00 PM
    love this line

    ' Just Writing About God's Love, Would Be Enough To Drain The Oceans Dry '

    Sunday, March 30, 2008 @ 3/30/2008 11:32:00 PM
    'Losing you is like living in a world with no air
    So how do you expect me to live alone with just me? cause my world revolves around you it's so hard for me to breathe
    Tell me how I'm supposed 2 breathe with no air?
    Can't live, can't breathe with no air
    It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
    It's no air, no air
    Got me out here in the water so deep
    Tell me how you gon breathe without me?
    If you ain't here I just can't breathe
    It's no air, no air'

    hey, dont pay no mind. =)
    By tuesday you'll be fine.
    it wont take long.
    though seconds may seem to prolong.
    but i know. God will make a way.
    Jesus is the way, the truth and the light.


    CHEERS
    Fishlips. =)

    Thursday, March 27, 2008 @ 3/27/2008 11:48:00 PM
    Ever Since 20th March 2008 11pm? till now.
    It's Officially One Of The WORST times of my life.
    the Worst mistake of my life.
    and I mean it.

    Jason Mraz - (dunno, Unreleased.)
    @ 3/27/2008 10:08:00 PM



    Jason Mraz, This Is Just The Best Song Ever. =D
    Even I Can Swoon To It o.o

    Wednesday, March 26, 2008 @ 3/26/2008 05:08:00 PM
    The Bucket List

    Click That Link. Trailer To 'The Bucket List'.
    I wanna watch. =( anyonee?

    Stop This Train
    @ 3/26/2008 01:15:00 PM
    moments of sadness. moments of joy. moments of anger. moments I dread.

    Moments, A brief, indefinite interval of time.
    A period of waiting.
    waiting for what? waiting for whom?
    waiting for your overwhelming body to crash upon me,
    pushing me to my knees.
    waiting for your presence to cover me wholly.
    and then recoiling yet again?
    taking with you all the sorrows
    all the energy from me.
    and as you prepare to spring back.
    sucking up all the energy and power you can get.
    power-minded

    As I knelt there,
    the somewhat seemingly cotton-ish ground gave way,
    sinking slowly.
    Opened myself totally into being vulnerable
    vulnerable to your retaliation.

    You were charged up.
    As you came
    the ground started to be sucked into your presence,
    an azure oblivion.
    You crashed over me yet again,
    this time there was no rebuttal nor retaliation from me.
    I was completely overwhelmed by your presence
    drowning.
    The repercussions of our freedom.

    Your hair, Curls that resembles the clenching of my fist
    Your body, Smooth, strong yet Calm. Cerulean Dressing
    Your Mouth, Never seems to be saying anything different, your compliments of me, the rubbish, the corals, pearls and weeds.

    You lift me up
    carried my burdens
    The weight of my burdens
    simply floats in your touch.
    While I lay in that Star-shaped position,
    reminiscing my wrongs and my mistakes.
    I wonder, how can I ever have mistaken you to be
    a character of semi-opposite.

    Oh God. Please Turn Moments of Sorrow and Angst Into Time Immemorial
    I'm sick of this.






    The Summary of MY feelings the past week.
    There you go. You can see I havent forgot bout what my Itchy Hands did.
    Why didn't I flip tables instead of flipping sleeping giants.

    It turns out. I'm not who I am anymore.
    What happened in the year 2005.
    Is repeating itself...

    Am I a jinxed?
    Time to practice what America loved practicing
    "Isolationism"?
    But screw this more?

    SOMEONE PLEASE, ENLIGHTEN ME ABOUT WHAT TO DO. PLEASE
    finding a damn tree,
    the old oak tree.
    where sorrows just fade away.
    where we'll be like children.
    swinging our legs on the branches
    symbolising our freedom
    our peace
    our connection.


    Well I didnt go to school today,
    was sick.
    And I'm stoning at this screen.
    Ranting on this post.
    It's been an hour.
    It still doesnt seem perfect.
    The Worst Thing About Being Sick/Sad/Angsty on a Damned schoolday/weekday/working day.
    Nobody You Need is availible to talk.
    Therefore. Its rotting in silence

    ugh. Lord.
    Im down to begging.
    Begging for You to please,
    enlighten me.
    I just want to solve this ever hindering problem
    .

    Theme Songs Today:
    Only One - Yellowcard
    Last Train Home - Lost Prophets

    Im sorry for being such a Useless BUM.
    I really am weak on the inside.
    I shouldnt spill out my sorrows like a hose to a bucket.
    I am already trying to shut my mouth up on all bad things.


    May all your days be merry and bright.

    The fire is slowly dying
    And my dear we're still goodbye-ing
    As long as you love me so
    Let it snow, let snow, let it snow

    Monday, March 24, 2008 @ 3/24/2008 04:41:00 PM






















    Happy birthday kor.


    Those Clouds. Form A Broken Heart. Forms My Heart. ^
    | look up and see

    The heavens are opening just for you
    but you arent opening up for it.

    Cheer up! up up and away!
    Sunday, March 23, 2008 @ 3/23/2008 10:42:00 PM



    You are my sunshine
    My only sunshine
    You make me happy
    when skies are grey.

    Little Miss Sunshine/Little Miss Giggles.


    Cheers! -Fishlips Loads-

    =)

    Saturday, March 22, 2008 @ 3/22/2008 01:12:00 AM

























    Capture Of the past 2 days.
    Trying to get many forest shots. didnt turn out right though.

    Today and yesterday wasnt exactly what i'ld dream for. but
    I still Thank God.

    We will find a solution to this problem
    We will get back the free-ness of our conversations
    and we will definitely find a way. =)
    I'll make sure the oak tree be found and it'll only belong to us
    no one will recognise the meaning of it and the impact it can deal.

    Thursday, March 20, 2008 @ 3/20/2008 06:02:00 PM
    Green Grass
    Black Me
    Blue Seas/Skies
    Black Me
    White/Gray Clouds
    Black Me
    Black Roads
    Black Me
    Purple Cloths
    Black Me
    Pink Bands
    Black Me
    Yellow Cars
    Black Me
    Silver Cups
    Black Me
    Violet Atmosphere
    Black Me
    Dark Nights
    Black Me
    Bright Stars
    Black Me


    Can you see the contrast? There isnt one you can spot
    Cause you are blind. blind and wilful.
    There is the comfort you arent supposed to feel.
    so,
    I felt the cold last night.
    I lost myself but nevermind.
    The night sets in but im not set.
    All I want is to Just let go.
    Let go of everything bad.
    Well, Today you were just an ass.
    Hands should be kept by your side.
    Mouth shut until theres a divine afflatus.
    You should be castigated, admonished, proscribed.

    A polygon
    expanding at an exponential rate
    while im counting the miles each point moves
    a metre rule wont suffice
    neither will a measuring tape.
    hmm. I wonder what if I just threw a dice?

    Out of the question
    never to be thought
    the answers are so vague
    my eyes bleared by the biting wind.
    my blistering thoughts.
    more than what I caught.

    So. End Of Story. Cut Off. Don't Bring No One In To Your Damned Life Again. Sort Your detrital life. then start ameliorating others'.

    @ 3/20/2008 01:49:00 AM
    hey there
    take a glance over your shoulder.
    whats past may be affecting your present.
    but your present to others should not be affected by the past.
    whats cool may not burn your hands but whats hot freezes your mind.
    turning all around. people all around. a person to find you're bound.
    its the night of ever flying emotions. the evening of change. the day of knowing.
    we may not be perfect. neither are the people around us. but there will definitely be someone that is the one in your eyes.
    neither of the two seems right.
    dont oblige. dont strive.
    patience. a fruit in the fruit.
    take the plunge. take the dive
    follow into the diverse and blurred vision you got
    led by the Almighty one.
    Nothing Is Impossible.
    nothing you cant grasp.
    so dont restrict yourself.
    dont be sad
    its not like she can overcome the hearts of the people you know around you.
    Her matters are nugatory.
    Look into yourself. Fullstop.

    Trying To Capture The Droplets
    Wednesday, March 19, 2008 @ 3/19/2008 11:44:00 PM