When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
when you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
****************************************************
I can't believe I ruined it.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Coldplay - Fix You
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
When you say nothing at all
I have a pride problem.
How do you get rid of your ego?
All alone... I can't mend...
I can't tell the difference between being emotional and egoistical.
I'm emoistical. Egotional.
It isn't love...
I am not worried... cos I've done this sorta thing before...
When your kindness falls like rain, it washes me away...
Green light
Seven Eleven
You stop in, for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now take your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning
But you're upside down
You say when he hits you
You don't mind
Because when he hurts you
You feel alive
Is that what it is?
Am I finally letting go.
How do you get rid of your ego?
All alone... I can't mend...
I can't tell the difference between being emotional and egoistical.
I'm emoistical. Egotional.
It isn't love...
I am not worried... cos I've done this sorta thing before...
When your kindness falls like rain, it washes me away...
Green light
Seven Eleven
You stop in, for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now take your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning
But you're upside down
You say when he hits you
You don't mind
Because when he hurts you
You feel alive
Is that what it is?
Am I finally letting go.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Easter @ Sepang
Was, 2 words. AWE. SOME.
It was such an experience, I had to break it up in 2.
It was a trip I didn't exactly know what to expect. There were writers and photographers (including Amy) from various papers (Straits Time, New Straits Times, AsiaOne, The NewsPaper etc). It was work for them, holiday for me. Although it wasn't exactly a holiday with all the travelling back and forth from the hotel early morning and being scorched at Sepang and back to the hotel hoping the 45 minutes trip back won't drag any longer than it should (with the expected jams in KL). I needed new inspiration. And thanks to Amy, I've had a helluvan experience; the F1 culture. Still a noob. So please don't mind my amatureness.
Basically I got to familiarize a few favourites.
Fernando Alonso: an arrogant b******d and a helluva skilled racer. His pick up speed is AMAZING. I can't really explain it in race terms. It's like he can rev from being stationary to 200km/h within 2 seconds. Am I exaggerating? Maybe not!
Lewis Hamiltom: the favourite rookie. He's like 22 years old? And yes he came in 2nd. SECOND, after Alonso.
Kimi Raikkonen. Oh Raikkonen. He was a second close to Hamilton.
Jenson Button. According to Amy, a pretty good looking racer. I've googled (of course I'd google) and he was right.
Even being seated at the grandstand 50m from the pit stops, with the sun glaring down and without a $3k, 3kg camera lens, plus the necessity of the helmets, makes it hard to see their faces!
They've placed Hamilton, Alonso and Raikkonen next to each other (from left to right). Coincidence?
F1 was a 3 days event. First two days were practice sessions. Third day, the Grand Prix.
Left for M'sia from Changi Airport on Thursday late noon. And before I left work (half day), B.Boss had a chat with me. This is my last month. They're restructuring and laying off the customer service department (outsourcing) and even though I'm under distribution, half of my job scope is to assist customer service. They go, I go. Can't possibly pay me for doing almost nothing can they.
BUMMED out. But I expected it (even with my fingers crossed) when I heard they're cutting off customer service.
I tried not to let this ruined my trip. It had some slight effect. But untill I touch down back at Singapore, I refused to think about it. Sigh.
ANYWAY. Sheraton Imperial was beautiful. The bathroom was almost breathtaking. I took pictures on my mobile (I've no idea how to load it up from my phone) and the website only has pictures of the room where the bed's at.
The sound of F1 car is almost deafening. Quoting Amy, it's so high that it's got digital pitch to it. Already at an constant start up speed while it's moving out of the pitstop sounded like a mini jet starting up on the engines, imagine at it's fastest, my hearing would have been impaired without the ear plugs!
It was exhilerating. I could feel my heart thumped a full pump before the blood rushes to my head and I thought I felt a slight high from the thunderous pitch and the vibration of it's waves.
Man. I'm having a total Sepang hangover. If I close my eyes and block out Staind's Outside (currently playing on my winamp) I could see myself back at the grandstand watching the action along the pits.
In between practise sessions, the Carrera's came in from the side, for their practise session too. After you've seen how fast F1 was on the track, watching the Carrera's trying to tear down the track almost seemed, sad.
I mean, an F1 could make a turn in 1-2 seconds. A Carrera took almost 2-3 seconds (a hell lot of milliseconds involved to win, or lose) to make that same turn. Can you imagine?!
I wanna get my ass on the F1s.
The Grand Prix. The big day. It was a race between McLaren and Ferrari. Check www.oneshift.com for pictures.
I'm gonna try and remember what happened so if there's any error, do pardon and correct me if I'm wrong.
Alonso held lead througout 56 laps. Hamilton and Massa were fighting closely for 2nd place for a few laps. Nick Heidfeld caught up to replace Massa. I must have fallen asleep when Raikkonen took to the 3rd.
How could I have possibly fell alseep? With the sun almost in your eyes, and the heat zapping you of your energy, I was surprised how drained I was that when I closed my eyes to rest them for abit, I actually managed to dozed. Amidst the loud engines running at full speed. A power nap for a boost.
Alonso was getting away with his winning position with every lap. It was impossible for anyone to even try to surpass him. But it was definate close fight between Hamilton and Raikkonen. Nick Heidfeld came in 4th, Massa came in 5th (?) Previous day during the qualifying Massa had surprised the audience (and I'm sure Alonso as well!) when he came in for the first position for the starting line up.
Oookay. Enough of F1. It was good times spent outside of it. Dinner @ IndoChine on the 2nd night, courtesy of SHELL. Drinks @ Mezza Notte. Beautiful cafe pub. Something close to Barfly. Back at the hotel lounge at almost 2am on the piano, a little performance, courtesy of Amy. (Music degree okay dun pray pray)
It was almost excruciatingly depressing when we landed back in Singapore. Reality hits like nothing else. Sigh. The hangover of a holiday.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
It was such an experience, I had to break it up in 2.
It was a trip I didn't exactly know what to expect. There were writers and photographers (including Amy) from various papers (Straits Time, New Straits Times, AsiaOne, The NewsPaper etc). It was work for them, holiday for me. Although it wasn't exactly a holiday with all the travelling back and forth from the hotel early morning and being scorched at Sepang and back to the hotel hoping the 45 minutes trip back won't drag any longer than it should (with the expected jams in KL). I needed new inspiration. And thanks to Amy, I've had a helluvan experience; the F1 culture. Still a noob. So please don't mind my amatureness.
Basically I got to familiarize a few favourites.
Fernando Alonso: an arrogant b******d and a helluva skilled racer. His pick up speed is AMAZING. I can't really explain it in race terms. It's like he can rev from being stationary to 200km/h within 2 seconds. Am I exaggerating? Maybe not!
Lewis Hamiltom: the favourite rookie. He's like 22 years old? And yes he came in 2nd. SECOND, after Alonso.
Kimi Raikkonen. Oh Raikkonen. He was a second close to Hamilton.
Jenson Button. According to Amy, a pretty good looking racer. I've googled (of course I'd google) and he was right.
Even being seated at the grandstand 50m from the pit stops, with the sun glaring down and without a $3k, 3kg camera lens, plus the necessity of the helmets, makes it hard to see their faces!
They've placed Hamilton, Alonso and Raikkonen next to each other (from left to right). Coincidence?
F1 was a 3 days event. First two days were practice sessions. Third day, the Grand Prix.
Left for M'sia from Changi Airport on Thursday late noon. And before I left work (half day), B.Boss had a chat with me. This is my last month. They're restructuring and laying off the customer service department (outsourcing) and even though I'm under distribution, half of my job scope is to assist customer service. They go, I go. Can't possibly pay me for doing almost nothing can they.
BUMMED out. But I expected it (even with my fingers crossed) when I heard they're cutting off customer service.
I tried not to let this ruined my trip. It had some slight effect. But untill I touch down back at Singapore, I refused to think about it. Sigh.
ANYWAY. Sheraton Imperial was beautiful. The bathroom was almost breathtaking. I took pictures on my mobile (I've no idea how to load it up from my phone) and the website only has pictures of the room where the bed's at.
The sound of F1 car is almost deafening. Quoting Amy, it's so high that it's got digital pitch to it. Already at an constant start up speed while it's moving out of the pitstop sounded like a mini jet starting up on the engines, imagine at it's fastest, my hearing would have been impaired without the ear plugs!
It was exhilerating. I could feel my heart thumped a full pump before the blood rushes to my head and I thought I felt a slight high from the thunderous pitch and the vibration of it's waves.
Man. I'm having a total Sepang hangover. If I close my eyes and block out Staind's Outside (currently playing on my winamp) I could see myself back at the grandstand watching the action along the pits.
In between practise sessions, the Carrera's came in from the side, for their practise session too. After you've seen how fast F1 was on the track, watching the Carrera's trying to tear down the track almost seemed, sad.
I mean, an F1 could make a turn in 1-2 seconds. A Carrera took almost 2-3 seconds (a hell lot of milliseconds involved to win, or lose) to make that same turn. Can you imagine?!
I wanna get my ass on the F1s.
The Grand Prix. The big day. It was a race between McLaren and Ferrari. Check www.oneshift.com for pictures.
I'm gonna try and remember what happened so if there's any error, do pardon and correct me if I'm wrong.
Alonso held lead througout 56 laps. Hamilton and Massa were fighting closely for 2nd place for a few laps. Nick Heidfeld caught up to replace Massa. I must have fallen asleep when Raikkonen took to the 3rd.
How could I have possibly fell alseep? With the sun almost in your eyes, and the heat zapping you of your energy, I was surprised how drained I was that when I closed my eyes to rest them for abit, I actually managed to dozed. Amidst the loud engines running at full speed. A power nap for a boost.
Alonso was getting away with his winning position with every lap. It was impossible for anyone to even try to surpass him. But it was definate close fight between Hamilton and Raikkonen. Nick Heidfeld came in 4th, Massa came in 5th (?) Previous day during the qualifying Massa had surprised the audience (and I'm sure Alonso as well!) when he came in for the first position for the starting line up.
Oookay. Enough of F1. It was good times spent outside of it. Dinner @ IndoChine on the 2nd night, courtesy of SHELL. Drinks @ Mezza Notte. Beautiful cafe pub. Something close to Barfly. Back at the hotel lounge at almost 2am on the piano, a little performance, courtesy of Amy. (Music degree okay dun pray pray)
It was almost excruciatingly depressing when we landed back in Singapore. Reality hits like nothing else. Sigh. The hangover of a holiday.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Girls Night Out
Was AWESOME. AWESOME. AWESOME.
Clinic was alright. Barfly was beautiful. And my girls were gorgeous.
Who says you can't think when you drink?
I poured my heart out with my deepest resentment of others.
I'm a horrible person. I'm jealous. Angry. Resentful.
I'm only human. But that don't mean I like being this way. I just want to for once bitch and not be judged mercilessly. You know, to just rant and whine.
The best poeple, are the people who knows you best. Who doesn't think you're a psycho. Who understands that you're only human, and believes in the heart of hearts, that goodness is still in you amidst the resentment. It's like a break from feeling de-pressed.
With that faith that they have in me, I'm only more motivated to become better.
Been thinkin about seeing a psychic. Feeling a little lost. See Pris, you got me thinking.
Went to a boring porche (GT3RS?) launch. I don't know which porche I sat in, but I sat in a porche for the first damn time (in the driver's seat!) and GOD wouldn't it be awesome if I could own one of those bastards. Sigh..
Amy was a charmer at work. Although he didn't really do much besides taking pictures and talking to people about automobiles and shit I don't understand. It was boring. But I can't get the feeling of driving of porche out of my system!
WineBar was alright. Met Amy's crazy friends. Played a prank cos it was April's Fool.
Got some of you ;)
Pissed some of you :(
He's okay now. I think. Heh.
So who said you can't think when you drink?
Me.
Clinic was alright. Barfly was beautiful. And my girls were gorgeous.
Who says you can't think when you drink?
I poured my heart out with my deepest resentment of others.
I'm a horrible person. I'm jealous. Angry. Resentful.
I'm only human. But that don't mean I like being this way. I just want to for once bitch and not be judged mercilessly. You know, to just rant and whine.
The best poeple, are the people who knows you best. Who doesn't think you're a psycho. Who understands that you're only human, and believes in the heart of hearts, that goodness is still in you amidst the resentment. It's like a break from feeling de-pressed.
With that faith that they have in me, I'm only more motivated to become better.
Been thinkin about seeing a psychic. Feeling a little lost. See Pris, you got me thinking.
Went to a boring porche (GT3RS?) launch. I don't know which porche I sat in, but I sat in a porche for the first damn time (in the driver's seat!) and GOD wouldn't it be awesome if I could own one of those bastards. Sigh..
Amy was a charmer at work. Although he didn't really do much besides taking pictures and talking to people about automobiles and shit I don't understand. It was boring. But I can't get the feeling of driving of porche out of my system!
WineBar was alright. Met Amy's crazy friends. Played a prank cos it was April's Fool.
Got some of you ;)
Pissed some of you :(
He's okay now. I think. Heh.
So who said you can't think when you drink?
Me.
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