tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post3589624948949190388..comments2023-09-11T22:55:01.527+08:00Comments on As I Was Passing: At The End Of The DayJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-29705585534951896302008-05-16T10:37:00.000+08:002008-05-16T10:37:00.000+08:00I just found out that the email cancelling the mee...I just found out that the email cancelling the meeting was sent out at 1am. <BR/><BR/>I mean to say, what?Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-22993529044383447442008-05-15T17:50:00.000+08:002008-05-15T17:50:00.000+08:00Nothing changes, nothing ever willevery year, anot...Nothing changes, nothing ever will<BR/>every year, another brat, another mouth to fill<BR/>same old story, what's the use of tears,<BR/>what's the use of crying if there's nobody who hears..<BR/><BR/>Round and round and back where you began.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-76739540215779885422008-05-15T17:39:00.000+08:002008-05-15T17:39:00.000+08:00Have you seen how the foreman is fuming todayWith ...Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today<BR/>With his terrible breath and his wandering hands<BR/>because l'il Fantine won't give him his way<BR/>take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-71504038751562337192008-05-15T17:34:00.000+08:002008-05-15T17:34:00.000+08:00like the waves' crash on the sandlike the storm th...like the waves' crash on the sand<BR/>like the storm that will break any second<BR/>there's a hunger in the land<BR/>there's a reckoning that's gotta be reckoned<BR/>and there's going to be hell to pay<BR/>AT THE END OF THE DAY!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-49093787095041199662008-05-15T17:18:00.000+08:002008-05-15T17:18:00.000+08:00And the righteous hurry pastthey don't hear the li...And the righteous hurry past<BR/>they don't hear the little ones crying<BR/>and the winter is coming on fast<BR/>ready to kill<BR/>one day nearer to dying!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.com