HOW DIFFICULT CAN IT BE? I MEAN, ITS JUST POKE POKE, SEE SEE RIGHT?
12 April 2008
Saturday (28 Degree Celsius)
Cloudy Night @ 1910 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Sometime when we touched by Rod Stewart
Mood: *Are those Your Eyes, Horsie?*
So bird, what’s been up man? Well dookie, nothing much actually…
Last morning woke up slightly later. Then cheebye Lift also take ages to crawl up and by the time I reach ground floor, it began to rain. You know the saying it never rain in Singapore, it pours. Yup, lucky I ran fast… braving the cold wet winds all the way to MRT station, in between shelter or otherwise. MRT also one kind, move like tortoise like that, I think because of the rain; water makes the MRT retarded, I know of some people like that too, but that one another day then say.
After 4 hours of wayanging, I went for my off day. Reach home, look at sky, sky look at me, then decided to take a 3 hour nap. Woke up, goggy but still have to go Cityhall for Grayze’s birthday get together. Met up with Chris first, then go restaurant wait. Then Grayze called, I told her the place and say the rest of girls not coming. She say ok, then 2 min later, sms me say she turning back. I thought she joking, so call her to scold her cheekily. Turn out she isn’t. I nearly vomit blood but digressed. I so big, never in my life kena such a situation. Lucky got Chris, imagine if no friends turn up and only me left waiting for her, then I will be a little bit upset. But still, damn cheebye can?
Anyway, I was up at 7am this morning for another karaoke session with Nyo & Elvan. The lounge is ready after some external renovation and so are we. That pretty much summed up my week. In case you wonder, I tried singlish earlier, hope it convey the idea across.
Oh yes, tomorrow morning at 5am, I will be at either Sentosa; southern-est point in the Malayan Archipelago or at Mount Faber, witnessing the sun rise. Wish me luck that
1. There is actually a sun rising
2. It is not raining/cloudy/fuckup weather
3. Let there be a sun rise… I mean how fucking hard can that be?
Well, life’s too short to wonder what if. So… Just fucking Do it…
Sometime when we touched by Rod Stewart
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you in what you say or do
I'm only just beginning to see the real you
Saturday (28 Degree Celsius)
Cloudy Night @ 1910 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Sometime when we touched by Rod Stewart
Mood: *Are those Your Eyes, Horsie?*
So bird, what’s been up man? Well dookie, nothing much actually…
Last morning woke up slightly later. Then cheebye Lift also take ages to crawl up and by the time I reach ground floor, it began to rain. You know the saying it never rain in Singapore, it pours. Yup, lucky I ran fast… braving the cold wet winds all the way to MRT station, in between shelter or otherwise. MRT also one kind, move like tortoise like that, I think because of the rain; water makes the MRT retarded, I know of some people like that too, but that one another day then say.
After 4 hours of wayanging, I went for my off day. Reach home, look at sky, sky look at me, then decided to take a 3 hour nap. Woke up, goggy but still have to go Cityhall for Grayze’s birthday get together. Met up with Chris first, then go restaurant wait. Then Grayze called, I told her the place and say the rest of girls not coming. She say ok, then 2 min later, sms me say she turning back. I thought she joking, so call her to scold her cheekily. Turn out she isn’t. I nearly vomit blood but digressed. I so big, never in my life kena such a situation. Lucky got Chris, imagine if no friends turn up and only me left waiting for her, then I will be a little bit upset. But still, damn cheebye can?
Anyway, I was up at 7am this morning for another karaoke session with Nyo & Elvan. The lounge is ready after some external renovation and so are we. That pretty much summed up my week. In case you wonder, I tried singlish earlier, hope it convey the idea across.
Oh yes, tomorrow morning at 5am, I will be at either Sentosa; southern-est point in the Malayan Archipelago or at Mount Faber, witnessing the sun rise. Wish me luck that
1. There is actually a sun rising
2. It is not raining/cloudy/fuckup weather
3. Let there be a sun rise… I mean how fucking hard can that be?
Well, life’s too short to wonder what if. So… Just fucking Do it…
Sometime when we touched by Rod Stewart
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you in what you say or do
I'm only just beginning to see the real you
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance and all it's strategy leaves me battling with my pride
But through all the insecurity some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter still trapped within my youth
At times I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly
At times I understand you and I know how hard you try
I watched while love commands you and I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters still searching for a friend, a brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
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