MY BL*G-by Ryan Su





Hey there, this is RYAN on another of his rants!!! Hellooo...16 < xy < 17. Person of immense emotional substance and maturity. However, lacks much in self discipline and control. Rather rash. Singaporean by birth, but not choice. a/j. HAPPILY ATTACHED to my boi!!! (I would like to first of all thank god, my parents....for my happiness and...) Impulsively adoptive and protective especially towards poor and small things like children and animals. FASHION SLAVE. Loves buying things (mostly useless, if not clothes...or plants) for self and others. Lives in a nice big house with a savage garden with his favourite heliconias and bromeliads and no radioactive stuff to send out radiation except a recently upgraded handphone. Recurring bitchiness can be suppressed by friendship, drugs, emotional blackmail and bribery. Effectively quadrilingual, english, chinese, french and foul language. Indulges in shopping, and acting in a way demeaning to his intelligence...ie. dumb. Hates homophobes bigtime. Eeee... He aspires to work with plants, in the advertising/fashion industry or in flight attending when he grows up. Me is most weird. By the way, I love making fwens!!!

   

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Sunday, May 16, 2004
sums up my thoughts today

Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

Posted at 10:22 pm by sujatabhatt
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