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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, July 07, 2008 @ 7/07/2008 11:03:00 PM
    what is the point in living?
    what have we gained from our suffering?
    Don't we all die the same way, back to where we came from.

    this is irreparable, undeniable, unmendable.
    i am not trying, are you?
    this shall be one of the last things i shall post at this time.
    we go a year back, but i don't see how we started.
    we're like oil and water, we don't mix.
    you're like a bird while i'm a dog, we can't understand each other.

    so I guess this is the end?
    is this the end?
    could this be the start of a cold war?
    cause if it is i'll cut my head of with a saw.
    sam, you suck the shit out of people you know?
    you think this is playing with dough?
    where you can mould things back to normal after you crush things?
    what in the bloody crap are you thinking?
    maybe I should be the shit that you step on, bring it on.
    i'm ready.

    do you think we'll ever sort this out?
    do you think we can lose this crowd?
    there aren't really things that I doubt,
    this is an exception lest i see a change in me, or a change in you.

    Go ahead, adore and bask in the light.
    while i'll strangle myself here due to this plight.
    help me with this would you mind?
    or you just want me to get out of your sight?

    I've told you that you'll get sick and tired of me,
    and you denied it.
    see the ending of our night?
    doesn't it stir up a fright,in you, in me.
    but i hold on to the fact that i'm nothing to you.
    you passed my test, and hopefully you'll get to live life better
    even if i/you were to fix this now, i'm sure i can talk to you fine, oh yes i can, that i can promise.
    people grow, people change.

    Whatever goes, goes.
    Whatever will be, will be.

    But I still hold strongly to the fact that you don't need me, when you do accept that, maybe things will lighten up.
    cause you can't hold to a lie.
    or maybe your definition of need is totally off. cause you don't need me at all. you can survive without me for 1week or 2?
    I don't see a need for me. so please, lying is a sin.
    admit that you don't need me one bit. cause i need you to say that. and mean it.
    if you don't mean it, don't say it.
    and please, inform me on what I should do about this next.
    1) put this behind us ( our usual escapee motives)
    2) Just go with the flow ( not changing anything )
    3) have a good chat and find out what the hell is wrong ( face-off )

    Tell me. or (2) is the choice.