Bout My Life

Well there's nothing much I can say about my life, but I'll tell you.
My name is Kevin I'm a Bukit Sion student. I was transferred when I was grade 10.
I was born at Bekasi, 11 November 1994. I live at Taman Meruya Ilir so I go to school by public transport because it's not far from there. At school I always try to stay out from trouble, but it didn't work out well. Thank God it's not a big trouble.
It's nice having school not far from home. I could go home earlier then go to sleep...zzz...hahaha and (sometimes)do my homework. At home I spend most of my time on breathing or doing the the most "funtastic" activity and that's homework. The homework is hard compare to the junior high, we can do it at school, but not me.
I "ussually" give good examples and sometimes some bad examples. My bad examples are : sleeping in class, being noisy, and worst playing online games at national exams from day till night. There's more than that...kwkwkkwkwkw.
It was an unforgetable moments with all that at junior high. The times of naughtiness, hip hip hura hura. As life must go on so must I.

Well that's all I can tell ya about some part of my life. See ya ....

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THE WATER IS WIDE

The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me