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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.

    =S
    Monday, March 17, 2008 @ 3/17/2008 05:48:00 PM


















    S-a-r-c-a-s-m
    Well the sky seems bright today the clouds arent in the way,
    My life is perfect now and by the time you see this it wont be late,
    I'll be enjoying life like these widows when their husbands are dead.
    Sarcasm brought me here to show you this,
    that I am not the steel abomination your mind tells you about me.
    My life wrys down this meandering river which doesn't end with a mouth but instead winds up at your porch.
    Oh joy I feel abandoned and meek. Fragile, hurt and vulnerable to words.
    "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words ironically decapitate me."


    there. thats the story of my Sunday. although the 10-11:45pm part was so great. =D
    experiences that cant be measured by words ( due to my lousy vocabulary )

    Thanks for the week thats past.... Everyone