Hello dead blog, its been awhile, not much is going how bout you?
Hello dead blog, its been awhile, not much is going how bout you?
Singing bout you, at the start of this song, Im hoping you ll smile and then sing along,
Cause you're a fine piece of art, but it just doesn't go with my broken heart.
Please don't let go, I ve been trying to mend this broken and I can't do it alone,
I need you by my side cause im accident prone.
Seeing you smile sets my heart aglow, im the ugly pigeon, you're the pretty swallow,
I will never ever put you on hold.
Because it may seem so random, that im falling for you,
Don't wipe off that smile,
And please keep the clear skies blue.
You say we're both little and we like it that way,
But in time im gonna put this body to shame,
and grow old, wear a suit like my old man,
pack up my things and get my ass out of town.
We've got it good, whether you like this town or not,
I know its small but with a big head its bound to get hot,
In the summer but the summer is a bummer,
If you can't leave, this pathetic excuse for a town.
That holds all your memories, a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams,
I'd be anywhere but here, but baby anywhere is away from me.
If you've got it all figured out,
Then what is there to shout about,
This mid west town, is gonna miss you,
So go ahead and work it out, but first come on and let it out,
Scream and shout and tell everybody that you're gonna leave.
I need you. More than ever. Only problem is you don't even know I need you.
Hello dead blog nice to see you again. I need hug. Quite sure you can't give one since you re just numbers and stuff like that.
Head's pretty messed up now.
I need sleep.
I need food.
I need everything that will keep me going.
But most of all.
I need you.
So badly.
Problem is, im going crazy.
Probably your fault,
Since you blow me away with one smile.
Great now I feel even worse.
Night world.
Night to you too.
Sitting at friday's alongside your childhood friends helps doesn't it?
Mac and cheese, a few shots of tequila, helps doesn't it?
Talking bout power rangers, pokemon and digimon, helps doesn't it?
Talking bout how we used to look like 10 years ago and now, helps doesn't it?
Humming a few tunes together, helps doesn't it?
Having a real shitty unproductive jam session. Helps doesn't it?
Laughing. Helps doesn't it?
Helps me get my mind off you.
No, seriously.
If I've learned anything today.
Its this.
I need to..........
Wait.
But for how long?
God knows.
Caviar and cigarettes,
She's a dynamite and a laserbeam
Killer Queen. - Queen
G'night cruel world.
No, im not going through depression. Although Im having a hard time trying to tell myself that everything's fine. Truth be told its not. Wait actually, it is. Wait, its not.
Doubts fill my mind everyday.
I worry more about the band than my studies.
That's a bad thing and I know that.
Its just that, I don't want to see The Monkeys crumble like how Resemblance is crumbling now.
I know, I know you guys are saying ''People have to move on in what they wanna do''.
Will it come to an end? God knows.
I'd like to post a picture of myself everytime I blog, but that'll just come off as. Gay or in other words
Justin Bieber.
Oh, I finally met sophira. She the very cool.
On the lighter side of life.
If I fell in love with you,
Would you promise to be true,
And help me understand,
Cause I ve been in love before,
And I found that love was more,
Than just holding hands.
Alex tan, of all people organized a suprise party for me. heh.
Good guy, good guy.
Im 18.
Time to start acting like my age and not my shoe size :).
Here it is, some pictures that they took of my ugly 18 year old face.
I did two videos.
I think they sound like crap.
But muka tebal la.
Heh.
No seriously what do you expect me to do?
Its not my fault that Im in college.
Pissing me off for heavens sake.
On a lighter note,
Happy birthday YiChing :)
So this will be the 10th year im knowing you?
Fine, I admit to being a hypocrite.
For a period of time, I had something against guys who wore tight jeans. Literally.
When I was in singapore, I would laugh at guys who wore skinny jeans with checkered shirts by calling them ''Oo look mum, gay boys roaming the streets.''
A few months down the road, Im wearing them.
What can I say, they are comfortable. Cept for the ones which are so tight when you ask for a bigger size the sales dude goes, ''Urm, these are for girls.''.
I tried on a pair of cheap mondays last week.
Oh pain I felt. Literally.
Come, come let me show you the difference.
Sometimes, I wish I could have been born in the early 1900's.
For some odd reason, I have a passion and taste for its music back then.
Compared to the crap that's on our radiowaves nowadays.
Its sad to see the pioneers or swing, jazz, big bang, the jitterbug, ragtime and many more fly out the window.
Forgotten, never to be heard of again until someone has the urge to look'em up on youtube.
To be honest, I have no reason to fall in love with the 1900's music.
But as a kid, dad always played the oldies on the cassette player all the time. I grew fond of them.
Thing is, he never played music from the 1930's.
I grew up listening to mostly Neil Diamond, Tony Bennett, The Beatles, Neil Sedaka, John Denver, Lobo,
Edison Lighthouse, Tony Orlando. Heck I have a freaking oldies chord book.
But one song struck my oldies nerve last night.
Oh You Beautiful Doll by Bob Wills.
The song was first played in the year 1912.
Its been almost, 90 years?
I wonder God, should I have been put in the early 1900's?
If given the chance, I would love to go back in time just once in my life to see how great the music scene was before losers and fags took over the scene and turned it into a pile of crap.
Not that I have anything against the current music scene. I just think that our generation should appreciate what was given to us. I know I do.
Forget bout the pin-up girls, the song's the deal.
On another note,
I think im in love.
Jenny is up.
Ever wondered how bad artistes fail their dubbing over the song they're recording?
Well, we EPIC-LY failed.
But its not so much of the video that matters.
The song's the deal.
God willing, ching will get us a spot at laundry soon.
Recording a video clip for a 3 minute song is damn tiring.
Have you seen the old man at the closed down market?
Kicking up papers, in his worn out shoes,
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side
Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news.
So, how can you tell me that you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london
I ll show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of london
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
She's no time for talkin' she just keeps in walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
You like shoes?
I like shoes :D
So, Im gonna blow your mind with some shoes that I have in mind,
That's if I have the money to buy em. eheh.
Oreo has liver infection :(
Poor guy.
Oh in a little while from now,
If im not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself and visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
To throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to who,
What its like to have your heart shattered,
Standing in the lurch, at the church where people are saying,
''My God that stuff she stood him up, no point in us remaining'',
We may as well go home, as I did on my own
Alone again, naturally.
At the age of 65, my mother God rested her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man she had loved had been taken,
Leaving to doubt with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me, no words were ever spoken,
When she passed away, I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally.
When I was young,
I never needed anyone,
and making love was just for fun,
Those days are gone.
Ohohoho, this blog is being neglected.
