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| This Month Singers ~ Offspring |
Hi there~~Welcome To My New Homepage!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My Info Name:Tony Age:14 Country:Malaysia School:yuk choy secondary school Hobbies:surf net,read novel,chatting My description: I am quite friendly and honest.My irc nick is aLeRt boy.I am good in chinese but english very bad.Haha, people say one.I am the member in "nike2a1".It is a internet gang.No need to scared,we're friendly .I always playing guitar and listen to the music .........Enjoy your stay!!!!!!!! | ||||||||||||||||
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Dexter Holland,then known asBryan started a band called Manic Subsidal in 1984 with Greg K.and two other guys not in the band anymore.Kevin Wasserman or "nooldes,"became the band's guitarist after the original guitaris quit.Ron Welty,then only16, became Manic Subsidal's drummer after their original drummer enter medical school,completing what was to become The Offspring.They changed their name to the Offspring and released their to the Offspring and released their debut album,The Offspring ,in 1989 .Later ,Epitaph signed them ,anf they released Ignition in 1992 .Two years later ,the album Smash and the and the singles Come Out and Play and Self Esteem brought them instant fame.Their Fourth album,Ixnay on the Hombre,was released in early February ,1997 by Columbia,a subsidiaey Of Sony .Columbia reportedly paid Epitaph over $10,000,000 for the rights to the album.........!!!!! | Offspring's Info | ||||||||||||||||
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| ~27th Mac 1999 Love Poem!!! |
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink and rise and sink and rise and sink again. Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, pinned down by need and moaning for release or nagged by want past resolutions power, I might be driven to sell you love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It may well be. I do not think I would. | ||||||||||||||||
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