So give it to me in E,
Because I love the way you are.
Give it to me in E,
Because without you I can't go too far.
You saved a hopeless fool,
I can't help but fall for you.
So give it to me in E,
Because my love for you is true.
Let's try it with an A,
No that cannot be right,
And I can't have you out of my sight.
How about the key of B,
You're in everything I see.
Let us try it in C now,
Cause you'll have me forever in tow.
D just won't do,
And I'll forever be in love with you.
So give it to me in E,
Because you're the only one,
Who can set me free.
Love me in whatever key you wanna use,
I can do it all for you're my darling muse.
Do it in whatever key you may fancy,
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
It doesn't matter because it's only you I'll marry.
But for now, give it to me in E,
And what the hell,
Make it a friggin' symphony! :D
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Loving You Was Like Punching Through A Glass Door.
Loving you was like punching through a glass door,
I bleed with every breath.
It takes me out so much,
I can't find my way back to what we used to have.
You broke me like a little doll,
The day you walked into my life.
But for all the pain you've caused for me,
I keep stabbing myself with that knife.
You lied and cheated and wasted,
Every day and moment of my life.
You destroyed the very fabric,
Of my neverending strife.
Now I can't trust my heart with love,
I can't trust this soul to live.
I am shattered with scattered pieces,
So shattered you wouldn't believe.
Come back to me or end this pain,
Once and for all.
Give me rest, set me free.
I need to be.
I need to be.
Don't reach out to me,
Just leave me be.
I need to piece my existence back,
Piece by piece.
Thread by thread.
I need to leave.
I bleed with every breath.
It takes me out so much,
I can't find my way back to what we used to have.
You broke me like a little doll,
The day you walked into my life.
But for all the pain you've caused for me,
I keep stabbing myself with that knife.
You lied and cheated and wasted,
Every day and moment of my life.
You destroyed the very fabric,
Of my neverending strife.
Now I can't trust my heart with love,
I can't trust this soul to live.
I am shattered with scattered pieces,
So shattered you wouldn't believe.
Come back to me or end this pain,
Once and for all.
Give me rest, set me free.
I need to be.
I need to be.
Don't reach out to me,
Just leave me be.
I need to piece my existence back,
Piece by piece.
Thread by thread.
I need to leave.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Whiteout.
I watched Whiteout just now and I really felt for the old man. Doc. Ok, he was the villain, but still. At least he wasn't the one going around killing people. That would've been his partner. But anyway. My heart literally ached during the last few scenes where he confessed to everything before walking out into the blizzard holding a bottle of vodka or Scotch whiskey, without any protective gear on. He literally committed suicide.
Carrie: You don't have a granddaughter do you?
Doc: I don't have anything.
Oh God. That was just so sad. I mean, how can anyone not be moved by it. He was like a guy who'd given up on everything and now that his only backup plan pretty much blew up into pieces as well, he had nothing left. I pity him. He was one of the villains, or the mastermind behind the whole thing but he was well, he was a sad old guy and I really felt sorry for him. The way he delivered his last lines, the things he said, the way he said it, there was a kind of hopelessness and a sense of resignation in them. And when he stepped out into the blizzard to kill himself, holding a bottle of alcohol, that did it. That was SO sad, seriously, words can't do it justice. The resignation and the hopelessness of it! Killing! And that speech about the aurora australis before he opened the door added to the effect even more. Damn it wei. It was seriously so fucking sad. Damn kesian lah the old guy. I felt this dull ache in my heart when watching it because it was just so damn freaking sad. Words just can't do it justice.
Carrie: You don't have a granddaughter do you?
Doc: I don't have anything.
Oh God. That was just so sad. I mean, how can anyone not be moved by it. He was like a guy who'd given up on everything and now that his only backup plan pretty much blew up into pieces as well, he had nothing left. I pity him. He was one of the villains, or the mastermind behind the whole thing but he was well, he was a sad old guy and I really felt sorry for him. The way he delivered his last lines, the things he said, the way he said it, there was a kind of hopelessness and a sense of resignation in them. And when he stepped out into the blizzard to kill himself, holding a bottle of alcohol, that did it. That was SO sad, seriously, words can't do it justice. The resignation and the hopelessness of it! Killing! And that speech about the aurora australis before he opened the door added to the effect even more. Damn it wei. It was seriously so fucking sad. Damn kesian lah the old guy. I felt this dull ache in my heart when watching it because it was just so damn freaking sad. Words just can't do it justice.
Friday, 4 June 2010
When There's No One You Can Look To, Look To Me.
You say there's no one,
To dry your tears whenever you cry.
And all there is,
And empty room of silent sighs.
You say there's none,
In this world and some,
That sees your pain,
But still to you come.
You say there's nothing,
Like a shoulder to rest,
To lie your head upon,
When life has taken your best.
You say there isn't much,
For this girl to do.
Nothing much,
And nowhere to go to.
You feel the silence,
In the space around you.
You look but fail,
For one to help you through.
You say you've lost,
The will to ever hope.
For you can't bear the cost,
Of reprieve in another soul.
Missy you say there's no to dry your tears whenever you cry. And when you need it most, you have none to turn to. Well let me. I will dry your tears whenever you cry. I will be there for you when you need someone. I am always there.
To dry your tears whenever you cry.
And all there is,
And empty room of silent sighs.
You say there's none,
In this world and some,
That sees your pain,
But still to you come.
You say there's nothing,
Like a shoulder to rest,
To lie your head upon,
When life has taken your best.
You say there isn't much,
For this girl to do.
Nothing much,
And nowhere to go to.
You feel the silence,
In the space around you.
You look but fail,
For one to help you through.
You say you've lost,
The will to ever hope.
For you can't bear the cost,
Of reprieve in another soul.
Missy you say there's no to dry your tears whenever you cry. And when you need it most, you have none to turn to. Well let me. I will dry your tears whenever you cry. I will be there for you when you need someone. I am always there.
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
MLIA Moment.
Sheep and I were walking in the Curve the other day and we walked towards the glass wall enclosing the escalators near T.G.I Friday's.
Suddenly, we stopped and Sheep suddenly doubled back laughing. I naturally wondered what was the deal and Sheep pointed at the glass wall, with our reflections on it.
Then she said, "I saw that and I thought 'Those're two very funny looking girls' when I suddenly realized that it's US!"
That was fucking hilarious that was.
Suddenly, we stopped and Sheep suddenly doubled back laughing. I naturally wondered what was the deal and Sheep pointed at the glass wall, with our reflections on it.
Then she said, "I saw that and I thought 'Those're two very funny looking girls' when I suddenly realized that it's US!"
That was fucking hilarious that was.
Your Own Personal Brand of Morphine.
A friend recently expressed frustration at the people in his life who seem to be able to switch between personas in an instant. When things are quiet and there's no one else around, a certain side of her is shall we say allowed, to show itself. My friend was refering to the more thoughtful, contemplative side of course. But, when the girls are around, she turns into a "giggly, shallow plastic," or something of that equivalent. It would seem, a betrayal of her true nature.
Well, to that I simply surmise that we humans are social creatures. And to a certain extent many of us do have specific sides that show themselves more in different company. It is not a lie, merely an extension because a person cannot only be one thing. Like another friend L said, "It's not that I'm not being myself, I'm being different sides of myself. It's all me."
Acceptance is a very beautiful thing. It can make you feel all sorts of happy all at once and all sorts of relief all at once too. You feel like you're beathing new air and suddenly, at least for a moment, you're not Atlas anymore. It feels good. And everyone to a certain extent is looking for acceptance, from the people around them and the people that matter.
Maybe that is why many decide to put on the masks and build a collection. It's all about the acceptance. Even if it's not for real, even if it's not for good, it's for the moment and for that moment, you feel like one of the gang.
It's like your own personal brand of morphine. It may be nothing compared to the feeling of being completely cured, but at least for the moment that you have it, it takes away the pain. And when the cure is not within sight, that's all you've got to hold on to.
Well, to that I simply surmise that we humans are social creatures. And to a certain extent many of us do have specific sides that show themselves more in different company. It is not a lie, merely an extension because a person cannot only be one thing. Like another friend L said, "It's not that I'm not being myself, I'm being different sides of myself. It's all me."
Acceptance is a very beautiful thing. It can make you feel all sorts of happy all at once and all sorts of relief all at once too. You feel like you're beathing new air and suddenly, at least for a moment, you're not Atlas anymore. It feels good. And everyone to a certain extent is looking for acceptance, from the people around them and the people that matter.
Maybe that is why many decide to put on the masks and build a collection. It's all about the acceptance. Even if it's not for real, even if it's not for good, it's for the moment and for that moment, you feel like one of the gang.
It's like your own personal brand of morphine. It may be nothing compared to the feeling of being completely cured, but at least for the moment that you have it, it takes away the pain. And when the cure is not within sight, that's all you've got to hold on to.
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