Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs.

Whiteboard

I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth.
Conspiring with the reef to sink our ship.
The wind's a cheating wife,
Her tongue, a thirsty knife.
And she could take your life with one good kiss.

Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me.
Know tonight we'll make our bed,
At the bottom of the sea.

I know the ocean speaks,
(The stars retreat behind their veil)
I've heard her call to me
(The clouds are clinging to your sail)
And smiling in my dream
(The storm is coming can you see)
She whispers this.

Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me.
Know tonight we'll make our bed,
At the bottom of the sea.

Look and see the sky turn red.
Like blood, it covers over me.
And soon the sea shall give up her dead.
We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea.

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Sunday, July 30, 2006
12:50 AM

The art of lifting Iron Oreo Cookies.

LIBRARY BEHAVIOUR LESSONS 101

Lesson1:
We learnt the artof moving tables in absolute silence today.
We also learnt not to draw so much attention to ourselves so as to not let ourselves turn into tomatoes! (Awesome!)
We learnt to study with out feet up and across onto another chair. (Cool huh)
The chairs were LOADED with cotton. ( Amazing Sofa Sets)
We also got a taste of studying on a table suspended not more than 20 cm off the cold floor.
(Talk about major back aches.)

Then it was off to PUMPING IRON!
i embarked on the CRAZIEST routine i've ever done!
Was so tired i could hardly hold a PENCIL!

Then there was this MAN again.
HE ALWAYS STARES at me as if i have the word LOSER printed all over my FACE!
Either that or he's just GAY!
He has one of those really horrendous eyes!
One that could blast you all the way to the back of the gym!
One that makes you want to put a 55mm through it!

But Training today was a blast!
I love it!
The feeling after working yourself to the brink of DEATH is just IRRESISTABLE!
Makes you feel you're alive again!
Makes you want to to get a bite of the 44pound IRON biscuit! Breaking ALL your teeth!
Talk about OREOS!

Oh, before i forget, a little RODENT was there to join the festivities as well!
RATS lifting weights?
Boy, I SURE WOULD LIKE to SEE that!
Must be the smell of the IRON OREOS.
ATTRACTS even the most irritating pests.
I will be seeing LOCUSTS very soon!

But for now......
Just.
TWIST
LICK
and DUNK
those IRON OREOS!

CHEERS!

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Friday, July 21, 2006
11:28 PM

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight

These roads never seem so long
Since your paperheart start beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

Who's gonna call on sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints and violence become my only friends

August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what simpleties may bring
Laugh and love free and sing
When life is in discord
Praising the lord

Who's gonna call on sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints and violence become my only friends

I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints and violence become my only friends

I thought you said forever
Over and over
These thoughts run through my head

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Thursday, July 13, 2006
9:16 PM

I really don't know.

I've been keeping it inside ever since;

this strange feeling,

why its here and what it means?

A thousand thoughts,

running through my mind.

A thousand questions,

which answers i can't find.

For so long,

i've been wanting to let it out.

Out of my heart,

written in a scream or shout.

But every time i try ,

consequences haunt me,

gnawing from the inside,

where she can't see.

To me its a dream,

strapped around by never.

But its a beautiful dream,

i'd like to keep forever.

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
4:01 PM

Think Brown Cows.

Yes. I talked about COWS.
COWS FOR MY ORAL EXAMINATION!!
Can you imagine anything more outrageous?
Apparently i was forced to think of some animal i dislike.
Ended up talking about the COWS eating habits, how MUCH files it attracted and its dung.
Teacher almost fell off the chair.

Then comes the killer.
"Love"
Oh boy, it sure was a whole lot of rubbish.
This time, teacher looked pretty interested.
COOL.

Oh well.
I'm offering a 4 week crash course for Prawn Peeling!

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on

3:12 PM

The Kitchen Guitarist, In Shorts.

Yes, I have just came back from the dead.The dreadful disease that paralysed me.That confined me to the four walls of my room.Forced to the indulgence of white pills of paracetamol.The sickness that sent me frantically about the funeral preparations.

ITS THE FLU.
THE FEVER.
THE PHLEM.
THE RUNNING NOSE.
THE BLOCKED NOSE.
THE DISEASE.

Well, I'm better now,obviously.

And the hard facts of reality just hit me like a rock today! Smashed into my face!-im still in secondary school.

It eats you to see those around you getting on with the new phases of their lives while you are just stuck where you are.

The fact that you are of the same age/year as them eats you even more.

And daily dosages of JC people walking past your school doesn't help either.(Not that i don't like them)

Always telling me:"this is what you could be if you weren't so stupid back then"

Hate it.

Can't wait to get out.

Well as long as i'm waiting......

I have my GUITAR.

Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
10:34 PM