Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
I close my eyes for they're strained. I wear pink smoky blushes on my eyelids when I've applied no eyeshadow. My legs are weary but not from 100 minutes of dance class. I clutch my bag tight and sink into the seat. There's a slight ache throbbing from the back of my head.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
Voices and sounds swirl around me. The dull beeping sound of the doors closing, the Mandarin chatter of the couple opposite me, the rattle and whoosh sound of the train zipping along the tracks... There's a Japanese guy somewhere speaking in English about football and Arsenal, there's an Indian guy far to my left talking excitedly, trying to rise above the din. I adjust the volume of my Mini speakers, so loud it's almost at the maximum. Yet it is not my ears that hurt.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Through closed eyes, I see the window opposite with the Starhub decal, a smiling lady with hair like Medusa. She's happy she's connected. I see the pakcik "fishing" in his sleep. I see the lady on my left, so frail and tired. I see the guy on my right bobbing his head, lost in the rhythm of the music from his mobile phone. I see the girl opposite biting her fingernails, one by one, right to left. It's like watching an MTV music video frame by frame, in your head.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
James Blunt, I'm sorry I said your voice sucked and your songs so-so. I guess I couldn't relate then. 'Goodbye my lover' is nice... thank you for singing my heart out.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
I close my eyes for they're strained. I wear pink smoky blushes on my eyelids when I've applied no eyeshadow. My legs are weary but not from 100 minutes of dance class. I clutch my bag tight and sink into the seat. There's a slight ache throbbing from the back of my head.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
Voices and sounds swirl around me. The dull beeping sound of the doors closing, the Mandarin chatter of the couple opposite me, the rattle and whoosh sound of the train zipping along the tracks... There's a Japanese guy somewhere speaking in English about football and Arsenal, there's an Indian guy far to my left talking excitedly, trying to rise above the din. I adjust the volume of my Mini speakers, so loud it's almost at the maximum. Yet it is not my ears that hurt.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Through closed eyes, I see the window opposite with the Starhub decal, a smiling lady with hair like Medusa. She's happy she's connected. I see the pakcik "fishing" in his sleep. I see the lady on my left, so frail and tired. I see the guy on my right bobbing his head, lost in the rhythm of the music from his mobile phone. I see the girl opposite biting her fingernails, one by one, right to left. It's like watching an MTV music video frame by frame, in your head.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
James Blunt, I'm sorry I said your voice sucked and your songs so-so. I guess I couldn't relate then. 'Goodbye my lover' is nice... thank you for singing my heart out.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Could it be worse? Yes...
when you try with your brains and not your heart
when some things just can't be fixed and even if it could, it'll never be the same
when you may not be the person who can fix me
when I may not be the one who is broken
Fix You by Coldplay
X&Y © 2005 Capitol Records
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
When 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
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
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 on your face
I promise you I will learn from the mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...
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 can't 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
when you try with your brains and not your heart
when some things just can't be fixed and even if it could, it'll never be the same
when you may not be the person who can fix me
when I may not be the one who is broken
Fix You by Coldplay
X&Y © 2005 Capitol Records
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
When 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
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
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 on your face
I promise you I will learn from the mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...
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 can't 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
It's been a long time since I dolled up, dressed up and went out... on my own. The last was to attend a theatre performance at the Esplanade, I think. This evening was one such opportunity. Devoid of a conversational partner, my thoughts and sight were drawn to the figures around me, in the MRT, along the Singapore river, at the Cavenagh Bridge and at the lobby of the Victoria Theatre. Everybody tells a story and my mind is riot with imagination. The evening air smelled of impending rain as thunder rumbled in the distance. Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daughter" plays in my mind... It was a strangely satisfying feeling to be alone on such a pensive evening.
Met up with Mingshi and friends as well as Joshi and Joanna before the performance started. By funny coincidence, we sat next to Cheng Puay and partner, hopefully not to his chagrin! Aihh, we've got to stop meeting like this if there's not gonna be an introduction soon!
...
From the moment two of the performers walked on stage in the dark, embraced and then the lights came up to reveal an intimate bar setting in Havana with huge nostalgic black and white potraits of the legends as the backdrop... I knew it was going to be a magical night!
It was a really humbling experience to watch the Buena Vista Social Club legends perform. Humbling because at their age when most of us would envision being happily retired with arthritic joints, they are still touring the world, performing with much gusto, zest and passion. It was mesmerising to hear Reynaldo Creagh sing without a waver in his voice and his cheeky antics as well as watch the spunk with which Barbara Ferrer Sanchez belted out her songs. Jose "Marakaibo" Castaneda and Maestro Rubalcaba worked their charm on the ivories and the tres guitar. The accompanying salsa dancers were breathtakingly spectacular with their signature Cuban style... ooh I can't wait to resume my salsa classes next week!
To me, what made the whole performance so special was the hearty manner with which the performers relate and banter with each other; the camaraderie was infectious, especially between Creagh and Marakaibo. They truly personified the Cuban way of life and love for dance and music.
There was much love that night - love for kindred spirits, an institution, a culture and most of all, a resiliently beautiful way of life...
Met up with Mingshi and friends as well as Joshi and Joanna before the performance started. By funny coincidence, we sat next to Cheng Puay and partner, hopefully not to his chagrin! Aihh, we've got to stop meeting like this if there's not gonna be an introduction soon!
...
From the moment two of the performers walked on stage in the dark, embraced and then the lights came up to reveal an intimate bar setting in Havana with huge nostalgic black and white potraits of the legends as the backdrop... I knew it was going to be a magical night!
It was a really humbling experience to watch the Buena Vista Social Club legends perform. Humbling because at their age when most of us would envision being happily retired with arthritic joints, they are still touring the world, performing with much gusto, zest and passion. It was mesmerising to hear Reynaldo Creagh sing without a waver in his voice and his cheeky antics as well as watch the spunk with which Barbara Ferrer Sanchez belted out her songs. Jose "Marakaibo" Castaneda and Maestro Rubalcaba worked their charm on the ivories and the tres guitar. The accompanying salsa dancers were breathtakingly spectacular with their signature Cuban style... ooh I can't wait to resume my salsa classes next week!
To me, what made the whole performance so special was the hearty manner with which the performers relate and banter with each other; the camaraderie was infectious, especially between Creagh and Marakaibo. They truly personified the Cuban way of life and love for dance and music.
There was much love that night - love for kindred spirits, an institution, a culture and most of all, a resiliently beautiful way of life...
An email from Supra dated Saturday, September 13, 2003 :)
Really miss her hilarious accounts of life at home now that she has ceased to write as often. STPM looms nearer by the day and the trials are just around the corner. Ganbatte supra-chan!
.....
halo dings,
ehem.
Hari ini dalam sejarah... (hehehehe)
kawasan perumahan kita sememangnya satu hutan simpanan yang tidak diiktiraf kerajaan.
PETALING JAYA, Sabtu- Seekor musang/civet cat/raccoon/cerpelai( i dunno what it is) telah ditemui sedang nyenyak tidur di atas dahan-dahan pokok di luar rumah. Seekor burung gagak yang teramat bising (sepanjang pagi dan petang) telah menarik perhatian mommy untuk memeriksa keadaan di luar rumah. Pada sangkaannya, haiwan tersebut merupakan seekor "dead monkey"...kemudian, setelah melihat bulu haiwan tersebut yang amat gebu, mommy menyangka pula haiwan itu merupakan seekor "dead cat" di atas pokok....maklumlah, binatang tersebut kelihatan seperti sebiji bola daging yang berbulu lebat...
Bebola tersebut yang berwarna perang kekelabuan dan berbelang hitam telah berjaya tidur nyenyak sepanjang hari walaupun si gagak yang tak berguna itu telah mengadakan konsert promo albumnya yang terbaru, iaitu " SQUAAAAAWWKKKK" x beberapa billion kali hanya 3 atau 4 kaki dari tempat tidurnya....tak berguna kerana atas jasanya menambahkan pencemaran bunyi, saya telah dibangunkan tidur pada waktu pagi oleh mommy...
Setelah atah kembali, saya hampir-hampir menelefon spca kerana atah mula mengambil batu dan membalingnya ke arah bebola daging itu. nasib baik...aiming balingan atah tidak begitu tepat...ehehheeheh...Akhir kata, the furball had already disappeared when we came back from church and makan....atah said it was a nocturnal animal... okay, ini sahaja dari meja editor.... saya mau pergi chang chui.....proses penapaian hampir selesai...eheheheheheh
Meows,
Suprapolarchan
Really miss her hilarious accounts of life at home now that she has ceased to write as often. STPM looms nearer by the day and the trials are just around the corner. Ganbatte supra-chan!
.....
halo dings,
ehem.
Hari ini dalam sejarah... (hehehehe)
kawasan perumahan kita sememangnya satu hutan simpanan yang tidak diiktiraf kerajaan.
PETALING JAYA, Sabtu- Seekor musang/civet cat/raccoon/cerpelai( i dunno what it is) telah ditemui sedang nyenyak tidur di atas dahan-dahan pokok di luar rumah. Seekor burung gagak yang teramat bising (sepanjang pagi dan petang) telah menarik perhatian mommy untuk memeriksa keadaan di luar rumah. Pada sangkaannya, haiwan tersebut merupakan seekor "dead monkey"...kemudian, setelah melihat bulu haiwan tersebut yang amat gebu, mommy menyangka pula haiwan itu merupakan seekor "dead cat" di atas pokok....maklumlah, binatang tersebut kelihatan seperti sebiji bola daging yang berbulu lebat...
Bebola tersebut yang berwarna perang kekelabuan dan berbelang hitam telah berjaya tidur nyenyak sepanjang hari walaupun si gagak yang tak berguna itu telah mengadakan konsert promo albumnya yang terbaru, iaitu " SQUAAAAAWWKKKK" x beberapa billion kali hanya 3 atau 4 kaki dari tempat tidurnya....tak berguna kerana atas jasanya menambahkan pencemaran bunyi, saya telah dibangunkan tidur pada waktu pagi oleh mommy...
Setelah atah kembali, saya hampir-hampir menelefon spca kerana atah mula mengambil batu dan membalingnya ke arah bebola daging itu. nasib baik...aiming balingan atah tidak begitu tepat...ehehheeheh...Akhir kata, the furball had already disappeared when we came back from church and makan....atah said it was a nocturnal animal... okay, ini sahaja dari meja editor.... saya mau pergi chang chui.....proses penapaian hampir selesai...eheheheheheh
Meows,
Suprapolarchan
as it is
oasis
in heaven
on a rainy day
wie es im Himmel ist
It shouldn't have to be so hard...
Phone conversation, en route to the roast duck stall...
Yvonne: Hallo?
Me: Hallo Ah Tan, eh how do you say `a quarter of a duck' in Mandarin?
Yvonne: Si fen zi yi de yak
Me: Si what?
Yvonne: Si fen... haiyah, the uncle can speak English one lah...
Me: Oh okie then!
...
At the stall in a coffeeshop...
Roast duck Uncle: Hallo xiao jie, yao se mo ah?
Me: Hallo Uncle...uhm, quarter of a duck, ta pow please.
Roast duck Uncle: Kuala of aa luck?
Me: Huh? Quarter of a duck...
Roast duck Uncle: OK, wan kuala of aa luck. Abba putt OK?
Me: Huh???
Roast duck Uncle: Abba putt... OK? *points to upper portion of a hanging whole roast duck*
Me: Tee hee... ah okie!
...
Back at home...
Me: Ahhh Tannn! I bought the kuala of aa luck liao!
Yvonne: What??!!
Me: Kuala of aa luck!! Abba putt!! *earnestly waving a take-away packet of roast duck*
Yvonne: ???!!!
...
Five minutes later...
Yvonne: *peals of laughter* Kuala of aa luck! KUALA OF AA LUCK! Abba putt! *tries to stifle more giggles*
Yvonne: Hallo?
Me: Hallo Ah Tan, eh how do you say `a quarter of a duck' in Mandarin?
Yvonne: Si fen zi yi de yak
Me: Si what?
Yvonne: Si fen... haiyah, the uncle can speak English one lah...
Me: Oh okie then!
...
At the stall in a coffeeshop...
Roast duck Uncle: Hallo xiao jie, yao se mo ah?
Me: Hallo Uncle...uhm, quarter of a duck, ta pow please.
Roast duck Uncle: Kuala of aa luck?
Me: Huh? Quarter of a duck...
Roast duck Uncle: OK, wan kuala of aa luck. Abba putt OK?
Me: Huh???
Roast duck Uncle: Abba putt... OK? *points to upper portion of a hanging whole roast duck*
Me: Tee hee... ah okie!
...
Back at home...
Me: Ahhh Tannn! I bought the kuala of aa luck liao!
Yvonne: What??!!
Me: Kuala of aa luck!! Abba putt!! *earnestly waving a take-away packet of roast duck*
Yvonne: ???!!!
...
Five minutes later...
Yvonne: *peals of laughter* Kuala of aa luck! KUALA OF AA LUCK! Abba putt! *tries to stifle more giggles*
