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Monday, February 06, 2012


Time Check: 0341hrs

Writing my 2 page spread magazine artical on general trends of upgrading.
Sam was right, i cant be writing when im all stressed up.
So here i am writing since 0130hrs.
Topics are written in order, all points of discussion covered.
All i need to do now is to rephrase my sentences to a comfortable flow.
Listening to the newly added song, Sophia by Nerina Palk.
I got to know this song from my newly bought CD from That CD Shop.
The last time i bought a CD was most likely during my secodary school days of punk perhaps?
Linkin park, hoobastank, sum 41, arvil lavigne etc.
From then on its all just downloading, youtube and 987fm.
Tired of the commercialize music, i turned to a CD shop and start listening to random music genres and thats when i found the perfect CD for all occassion especially when im doing my assignments at home.
I go crazy with pop and main stream songs, very often singing to it and i ended up losing all concentraion.


Im still at CD 1, theres a total of 3 CDs.
How awesome! Perhaps i should do my own cover of this song someday.
alright, back to the article writing.


5 o'clock and a fire escape symphony,
Spilling out across the road and the square,
And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,
Again and again.

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning.
It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,
I can't go without and one of them is him.

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when I speak,
But he changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around,
And now I count the hours and the days in the weeks.

Passion and silence,
Every word, every line, a measure,
It's the science of the soul,
And his books, they breathe a reason and now I want to know...

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning,
It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,
I can't go without and one of them is him.

You, with your new born eyes,
Have you ever loved a man like I love him?
Do you hurt but still feel alive, like never before?
Oh, Sophia, Sophia.

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning,
It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,
I can't go without and one of them is him.

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