Decided to come back after leaving this blog to rot for a good 4 months.. And i revived the tagboard as well.

These 4 months had been a roller coaster ride i would say. So much has happened and so much changes had occurred. I can't find a point to start from so i shall skip the details. Well, i've finally gotten my 3rd sergeant rank. But with greater power comes greater responsibility, and greater shit awaits. The only thing that i can look forward to would be the backpay at least. Gonna save up for my bike, hopefully. It was and still is, my dream to ride a sports bike. 1 month more to go to TP, god bless me eh. And driving TP is 2 months from now, figured that i ain't really cut out for driving yet. haha. Hope things will turn for the better soon.

And so, weekends have been really short. Duties and duties and duties have taken up so many of my weekends. In addition to driving and biking lessons, totally dun feel like i have a life now seriously. Need to really spend time catching up with friends when things start to tone down.. sigh..

Sometimes i feel so tired but there ain't a shoulder for me to lean on.

i need to unwind.


Tik Tok

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, Im out the door - Im gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back
Im talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]
Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

[Chorus]

Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Aint got no money in my pocket, but Im already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
Im talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
[Chorus] x 2
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You gotta that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party dont stop until I walk in

[Chorus] x 2