FinalKingz: Limkokwing Array of Nonsense [3]

Friday, June 19, 2009

Limkokwing Array of Nonsense [3]

Aizad and Someone very important, this was during our little event over at the Limkokwing Dance Academy, this was taken for... lets see... Assignment purposes oh well atlteast it was over now, Aizad seems to be enjoying

Oh trust me, I'm not able to ask all of their names but if I guess... Aisha, Achmad, Frank, Teddy, Steven and the rest Hell Im not sure I wasnt able to ask neways, all of these dudes and duddettes are all cool people, brilliant people ofcourse, this was taken for kicks as usual ..

That should be Margaret snoring at the bottom and the other two besides her, are her roomates their names are very easy to udnerstand and remember but I still have the capacity to forget, ahh sucks.. we were discussing over our website design in this pic and it's break time, I also met the 'brother' of margaret to my surprise, but it's another freaky story...

Aizad, Achmad, Faybi Posing over the logo of the Dance Academy this was after our Practical Assignment "Reporting and Interviewing" it was all Faybi's idea she's very high on her sugar blood levels, always... and sipping that coke doesnt really helps

Aizad, Achman, Roger *Dude in Pink* and the guard one of the many interviews we are doing. after the Job well done, it was late lunch time all fun after that

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D - E - L - I - V - E - R - E - N - C - E

Here you are again.
I can feel you breath down my neck.
Whispering his name while whistling those killer melodies.
You give me a face of an angel like you once had.
And I am nothing but a creature of habit running away in circles,

But I was found by gentleman that flew me up high.
Now I see clearly, I’m telling you to let go of me.

Now that I’ve found my way back home, where I belong.
No longer a slave running away in circles
because I’ve been found by this gentleman, who flew me high.

Get out of my head.
Get out of my soul.
Get out my dreams.
Get out of my house.
Get out of my life.

Get out. Get out. Get out. (Repeat)
No longer a slave…

No longer a slave running away in circles
because I’ve been found by this gentleman, who flew me high. (repeat)

G - R - O - W - I - N - G W - I - N - G - S

Crimson lights the sky, the bird still asleep
Like a dream it shines, from heavens safe keep
Childrens songs we sung, as soft as the breeze
Endless fields, our home, I long for those days

I call out these prayers to the sky, heavy with thought, see your face

I carry these memories inside, thoughts of a soul colored by love

See me grow wings and fly high, passions will die down below

I burn in a basin of fire, watchers look on as they dance in their merciless sky

Watching me, watching you

Silent black, the dawn, and time tell its tale
Darkened blood, it flows, the forest receives
Look within the dark as deep as you dare
There inside you find destruction you seek

I call out these prayers to the sky, heavy with thought, see your face

I carry these memories inside, thoughts of a soul colored by love

See me grow wings and fly high, passions will die down below

I burn in a basin of fire, watchers look on as they dance in their merciless sky

Watching me, watching you