Saturday, July 26, 2008

"Time Won't Let Me Go"



The Bravery - Time Won't Let Me Go

Whenever I look back
On the best days of my life
I think I saw them all on T.V.
I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick now for
Someplace I will never be

Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But time won't let me go

I never had a 'Summer of 69'
Never had a Cherry Valance of my own
All these precious moments
You promised me would come in time
So where was I when I missed mine?

Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If you gave me back those years
I'd do it all better I swear
Time won't let me go

Ba ba ba ba ba...

If I could go back once again
I would change everything, yeah
If I could go back once again
I'd do it all so much better

Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But you won't ever let me go

Ba ba ba ba ba...


one of the most desolate songs i have heard.
even i've never felt this bad as far as i can remember.

Jason Mraz - Details In The Fabric (feat. James Morrison)


"Details In The Fabric"
(feat. James Morrison)

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads saying
Breaking yourself up

If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken heart then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way

And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Mmmhmm

Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything, everything will be fine
Everything

Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.

Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything

Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)
Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?

Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)
Hell no reason go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way)
Of faulty manufacturing

Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold

i love it it's beautiful.


why am i listening to such touching songs.
i promise this'll be the last one.
i love the minimalist colours here.

Des'ree - You Gotta Be

Friday, July 25, 2008

ahhh this is pathetic lah can't believe my ear hasn't healed after like 703593459038 months.

really irritating i wonder what's going on.

college day later! Brazil on monday! dinner and dance next friday! SINGFEST next sunday! whee. year-end holiday to europe. finally.

The Ting Tings - Keep Your Head

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

hello funniebunnies i've posted the choir links on the class blog if ya wanna watch our very own XIANHUI and PEIJIA. xianhui appears from 1.00 to 1.10 in the YOUTH CHOIRS performance (half her head is at the top) while PEIJIA takes centre stage in the FOLK SONGS section dancing in the middle! =)

today was a very fulfilling day i didn't feel tired much although it was looking to be a really bad day. i guess things could have gotten alot worse, but it didn't so i'm really happy about it haha.

PASSED CHINESE FUCK YEAH TAKE THAT MINGXUAN!!!!!!!!

lol. i don't know him actually. really i don't.

Monday, July 21, 2008

I AM LISTENING TO INTERPOL.
WE SPIES WE SLOW HANDS YOU PUT THE WEIGHTS ALL AROUND YOURSELF.



yes they are good.
asyraf i like them you should too!!

neeways just watched vj choir videos.
they were AWESOME. quite. fly. fetch.
ask XH or ME for the link! i'll probably be posting the link soon. trouble is, i have trouble following instructions.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Duffy - Warwick Avenue

Quoted by floppyd0g on the video -
" She's a lovely Welsh poppet. She's only crying cos she can see the Taxi meter. Bet he won't be getting a tip."

Friday, July 11, 2008

even if i don't feel the necessity now, i think i should let this out before i have to express it again.

it's about subject combination. my biggest irk is that my parents simply see KI and lit as "airy-fairy" subjects, a term which i have come to wholeheartedly dislike, as if it were a girl's unshaved hairy armpits. it truly disgusts me. and the worst part is that i have to argue in order to have a chance at getting the combination that i want, but it's frustrating when you're humiliated if you lose the argument.

really, i don't have anything against physics. the subject has been cool, the teachers have been good, it's just that given a choice i would prefer to take something more humanities-based. however my parents (being the ever-so-pragmatic people that they are) think this subject combination thing is to get the right combination of subjects simply to SCORE WELL at the As. i disagree (in my mind of course) as i think these are the few crucial years to cultivate your interests and find out about yourself and your abilities. furthermore, i feel that a good humanities backing would put myself in a better position to understand my plans as being a lawyer/economist/marketing agent etc.

maybe another thing i'm upset about is my performance for chinese. it's belittling when your own parents laugh at you in front of others. maybe i'm a more sensitive person. maybe it's one of my nuances. but i don't like it. all i need is healthy encouragement. don't talk down to me. heck, i don't even want you to talk UP to me. just treat me as someONE.

okay now that i look back maybe i'm just in a crappy mood. i need to study more though. i sometimes hate it when they're right. because then they condescend and TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT TO DO and i am in no position to say anything to the contrary BECAUSE I'M WRONG.

Gabrielle - Dreams

Thursday, July 10, 2008


yes. watch this video. you'll love the song. i swear.
lyrics down.

The Pierces - Boring
Saturday Night
We look alright
We're going out
Boring.
Paris, France
Londontown
NYC
Boring.

Nothing thrills us
Anymore
No one kills us
Anymore
Life is such a chore
When it's….
Boring

Sexy boy
Girl on girl
Menage a trois
Boring.
Marijuana
Cocaine
Heroin
Boring.

Nothing thrills us
Anymore
No one kills us
Anymore
Life is such a chore
When it's….
Boring

Galliano
Donatella
Dolce & Gabbana
Boring.
Caviar
Escargot
Dom Perignon
Boring.

Love of my life
Bear your child
Everything I've ever wanted
Boring.

Nothing thrills us
Anymore
No one kills us
Anymore
Life is such a chore
When it's….
Boring
(when it's boring)

Nothing thrills us
Anymore
No one kills us
Anymore
Life is such a chore
When it's….
Boring

Sunday, July 06, 2008














a whole lot of albums in about two weeks.
i need to think about money more often.

Friday, July 04, 2008


What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?

Oh. I didn't know you could stop being a god.

DELIRIUM: Ruby's dead?

MORPHEUS: Yes.

DELIRIUM: Oh. Oh wow. That means I get to drive.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

why am i even posting this?


i'm just so drained from the work. i just wish it were over. quick. it doesn't even have any effect on my o levels anyway, so why the hell am i bothering? really.

and there's third period pe. i keep telling myself, it's to keep your fucking unfit body in shape. ah. how ironic sometimes.

well, IT'S FOR MY OWN GOOD.
just like my lying parents.