:: bachelor's notepad. ::

:: Tuesday, August 31, 2004 ::

Cannonball

by Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

Still a little hard to say what's going on



Still a little bit of your ghost your witness

Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed

You step a little closer each day

That I can't see what's going on



Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball



Still a little bit of your song in my ear

Still a little bit of your words I long to hear

You step a little closer to me

So close that I can't see what's going on



Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannon



Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to cry

So come on courage

Teach me to be shy

'Cause it's not hard to fall

And I don't want to scare her

It's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna lose

It's not hard to grow

When you know that you just don't know

:: kiathy. 9:17 pm [+] ::
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hmm. you know. i don't really have much memories of the choir trip i had to germany. that's why i haven't mentioned it at all. but i guess just this little memory here is enough for me. it lingers in me alot. just waiting at the train station at hamburg, with all our luggages and eugene (hahaha) in tow.

there we were, 4 people feeling kinda lost, first time (for me) going to another country in such a small grp, without a tour guide (eugene didn't count). and well although it wasn't some big adventure, it was kinda cool waiting there for the train to come, for us to play cards there using my luggage, and finally for us to lug our luggage onto the train and spending nearly 20 mins looking for our correct cabin. ending up with a stupid chinaman who probably thought he was too rich to share a cabin with kids was the highlight of the day.

that was what made it for me in europe. and it was enough for me. not all the 'wow' sights which became damn boring after awhile. nor the various tourist attractions. just the experience that night was good enough. makes me feel good thinking about it!

:: kiathy. 9:05 pm [+] ::
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i'm either turning gay, or really fine-tuning my future bachelor days.

i simply enjoy shopping in the supermarket. and looking at what i bought today on the pretext of preparing dinner, i think it all points towards that. bachelorhood.

1. cuttlefish balls - frozen
2. french fries - frozen
3. ham - cold
4. more ham - cold
5. cheese - cold
6. cereal - easy to eat
7. miso soup - easy to prepare

like wah lau. i'm preparing for the days i have to shop and make dinner for myself already, and i'm getting good at it.

:: kiathy. 10:01 pm [+] ::
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my new toy! :). 

:: kiathy. 11:25 pm [+] ::
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blog blog blog.

blog blog blog.

sigh. i really wish i had some interesting things to blog about. but honestly, i have none.

i just caught the village today. it started off somewhat as a horror movie and i admit i prepared for the worst at the beginning of the movie, i.e. i was holding/hugging my bag for comfort. but then it gradually became kinda like some drama movie, and finally i guess it's just a love story. yes i say it again, it's a love story. spoiler ahead. ya right. i'm not such an asshole but i guess at the end of the day, it's about people's love for one another, be it in a family manner or a more erm. sexual manner? maybe sexual is not the word but i can't get the right word out of me now.

well if u were smart enough to guess what the whole plot is about, then too bad i must have spoiled the fun of watching the show. but the twists were simply good lah. m. night is simply warped. only a warped man can think of twists like he can. warped black mr bean.

anyway been around alot of people fighting/attempting to fight these 2 days. yesterday some guys started fighting at a podium at zouk. then a fight broke out at phuture, its sister club. i was at both places. today, 3 malay people were threatening this chinese guy at the train platform. it was kinda funny. like the malay guys were proclaiming their gang ( sa lak gau - 369 ), while the chinese guy also started naming his gang. aiy these things don't exist anymore, in my eyes. everybody does everything for the money. real gangsters way back then did it for the brotherhood. i have this granduncle whose body is worth of being a tattoo parlour's model. he's tattoo-ed all over. and i've heard stories about him from my dad, his gangster days and such. my dad's not a gangster though he was just a hippie-wannabe with his long banana-hair. it must have caused his roots to weaken tremendously. sigh i dun wanna follow in their footsteps and start losing hair so soon. and don't start trying to tell me my dad's lying cos no he doesn't lie to me.

:: kiathy. 11:26 pm [+] ::
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i resolve to.

1. quit swearing. this time it's for real.
2. form a band. this time it's still a dream. but now i know terr can play drums there might be hope!

:: kiathy. 9:50 pm [+] ::
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:). 

:: kiathy. 11:33 pm [+] ::
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happy birthday singapore..

the song Home never fails to tug at the heartstrings when it's played at the national parade every year. other songs like 'we are singapore' etc always seem to be some propaganda but that particular song really feels real and all. well it affects me alot i mean it makes me feel patriotic and all. just for that 3 mins and maybe 3 mins after that. but i love it! so here it is!

Home
Music & Lyrics: Dick Lee
Music Arrangement: Iskandar Ismail

Whenever I am feeling low
I look around me and I know
There's a place that will stay within me
Wherever I may choose to go
I will always recall the city
Know every street and shore
Sail down the river which brings us life
Winding through my Singapore

Chorus:
This is home truly, where I know I must be
Where my dreams wait for me, where that river always flows
This is home surely, as my senses tell me
This is where I won't be alone, for this is where I know it's home

When there are troubles to go through
We'll find a way to start anew
There is comfort in the knowledge
That home's about its people too
So we'll build our dreams together
Just like we've done before
Just like the river which brings us life
There'll always be Singapore

(Chorus X 2)

For this is where I know it's home
For this is where I know I'm home

:: kiathy. 8:16 pm [+] ::
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these are a list of personal wants for anyone who bothers..

arranged in descending priority.

1. electric guitar.
2. ipod 20 gb.
3. personal hi-fi for my room.
4. handphone.

i'm sure this will be updated sometime soon. but well top of the list now is the electric guitar cos after listening to a live band last night, i'm simply inspired to pickup my guitar playing again. i mean my classical and acoustic guitars are great but they've been lying around cos i can't do anything fun (i.m.o.) with them anymore. no no i haven't mastered them at all, but they just don't cut it if i wanna perform in like a band yea. so an electric guitar is next. and it's cheap this time cos i already have an amp which i bought together with the acoustic.

and guess what. my wish list doesn't include clothes/shoes/bags!

:: kiathy. 6:46 pm [+] ::
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sigh.

:: kiathy. 6:30 pm [+] ::
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ah. 

:: kiathy. 10:10 pm [+] ::
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