lolllll... I'll Be There For You (Lyrics by David Crane, Marta Kauffman, Allee Willis, Phil Solem, and Danny Wilde; Music by Michael Skloff) So no one told you life was gonna be this wayY our job's a joke-You're broke-Your lovelife's D.O.A. It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year But I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU (WHEN THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR) I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU (LIKE I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE) I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU ('CAUSE YOU'RE THERE FOR ME TOO) You're still in bed at ten, and work began at eight You've burned your breakfast-So far, things are goin' great Your mother warned you there'd be days like these But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees that (CHORUS) No one could ever know me-No one could ever see me Seems you're the only one who knows, what it's like to be me Someone to face the day with-Make it through all the rest with Someone I'll always laugh with-Even at my worst I'm best with you It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year (CHORUS) I'll be there for youI'll be there for youI'll be there for you ('CAUSE YOU'RE THERE FOR ME TOO) I Want Hair Like You (by Grant Baciocco) Copyright 1996 Global Comedy Network Well, every Thursday night there is a show called Friends The way they look and act, it sets the latest trends So now I'm headed for the Barber's chair Cause if there's one thing that I like about those girls, it's their hair. I want hair like you(Don't wanna be a slob) I want hair like you(Just get that cute little bob) I want hair like you And you'll have hair like me too. Then shortly after Friends there is a doctor show And the young doctor never let's his hair grow. He's got a sixty dollar crew cut But I would pay twice that much if I could look like his elbow. I want hair like you (Cut it nice and short) I want hair like you(Like a sailor in a port) I want hair like you And you'll have hair like me too. No one could ever tell me,That I am too darn trendy. I like being lead by my nose,Do what tv tells me I go buy all the t-shirts And all of the soundtracks With all the bucks that I spendI am a executive’s dream...yeah Who cares if people just stop and stare? Well, They are all just jealous of my gorgeous head of hair. I want hair like you(Don't wanna be a slob) I want hair like you(Just get that cute little bob) I want hair like youAnd you'll have hair like me too. I want hair like you(Cut it nice and short)I want hair like you(Like a sailor in a port)I want hair like you And you'll have hair like me too....

it had to come to this...i've now stooped to typing and posting in school...i'm all alone in the computer lab...even the computers sir has gone...remeber the tiger in The Jungle Book? Sher Khan? that's the computer sir's name...and he looks it too...lol.... so y am i here? i'm not even allowed to be here cuz i'm not a compuetrs student anymore after O' levels, but what the heck of all the crap...a snotty little grade 8 computer class just started...they've opened the door and the gandi sunlight's streaming in.... actually, my oldest (as in, the one who's taught me the longest) literature teacher was here, who is, in her own words 'internet-handicapped'...so i've been surfing for over an hour on yahoo, google, searching for some sites with weirdo names like geniusessays, teachit, antistudy and antiessays...and then for some harvard essays...now she's gone to teach her O level class and i'm doing my own stuff...heheheheee...it was boring down there with my friends neways...they're doing nuthin but study, study, study all day long. when they're not teasing me abt my clothes, that is...i dunno wat came over me...i was planning to wear the dullest balck clothes today in blatant defiance of Valentine's Day...but i was so sleepy and cold this morning that i grabbed the thickest clothes i cud get my hands on...and unfortunately, they're a dark, dark PINK. thank God i took my kajal off at least...i look like every cheap girl in this school, who're all decked out in pinks and reds...but i'm sure some ppl are VERY happy abt this mix-up...ah well, i think i've found what Ms. Irfana is looking for, and she may come back any moment...and every literaure student knows how she is...she'll laff her head off at me if she knew i was so conscious abt pink clothes on valentine's day tc all...over and out

If only I could dance with you all night in the rain… Have you ever been able to put down your feelings without being scared? In a poem, in your diary, on your blog, or just about anywhere? Have you ever felt anything so much, so intensely, that your soul writhes in the pain of not being able to express what it feels? Have you ever been afraid to stay up late at night, alone, for fear of having to face your feelings…the feelings that are hidden in the rush of the day and come to you, unmasked and merciless, in the night? Sure, it takes a lot of courage to speak the truth to anyone, but have you ever stopped to think how much you lie to yourself? I’m not that different from you, I know you must have thought, like me, about the true reason for all that you do, for all that you think and for all that you do not do. And is the reason always justified? Do you even feel the need for justice…do you ever stop to think whether you yourself are being just to other people? It’s very hard for me to face myself. I’ve been blessed with friends who think that I am the best person in the world…even people who I don’t know very well tell me that I am humble, kind, and so thoughtful…but why then do I feel so angry at myself? Why do I feel that I need to change, why can’t I accept myself, why do I feel that the people I care about the most would like me to be different? Why can’t I feel safe? Why do I want to be left alone, yet why am I so glad when someone invariably comes to sit with me whenever I’m sitting unaccompanied? How long does it take you to realize that you like someone so much that a single word from them can either make you or break you? How long does it take you to realize that you need to cry, right here and now, before you go crazy? How long does it take you to admit to yourself that you’re jealous, afraid, going insane over nothing, and that you’re madly in love with someone who can never know it? How much does my subconscious actually allow me to tell myself? no kind of psychology, philosophy, or literature would ever tell me who I am…can I ever go my own way, without getting lost? But when I wander so aimlessly, am I not making a path myself, a separate road, which only I can go down for the first time? So I can never get lost while making my own path and following no one else’s… I scare myself at times, but at others, I’m my best friend-because I know how scared I get, even if I don’t know what I want…to be happy and unafraid, or to search discontentedly and be afraid all the time…and I don’t know what’s the right thing to do anymore…There was once a time when there wasn’t even much choice between right and wrong, there wasn’t that much to do, but who’s going to tell me now…now that I’ve become someone that must fend for herself, and now that I feel something that I can never tell…