29 October 2006

Like I was discussing with Stacy the other day, I try to include reasons for why I choose to put certain chunks of lyrics on the blog because it just seems like such a lazy way of blogging otherwise; having a song there and expecting it to explain your feelings/situation for you.

But there are times when it's so apt, so fitting, you don't see the need or point in explaining.

Or sometimes, the song hits so close to home that you're scared.

Well you're the closest thing I have
To bring up in a conversation
About a love that didn't last

But I could never call you mine

Cause I could never call myself yours
And if we were really meant to be
Well then we justify destiny
It's not that our love died
Just never really bloomed

Well I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you
You're holding me back without even trying to.
I can't let go
I can't move on from the past
Without lifting a finger you're holding me back.

And then we saw our paths diverge
And I guess I felt OK about it.
Until you got with another man,
And then I couldn't understand
Why it bothered me so.
How we didn't die we just
Never had a chance to grow.

I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you
You're holding me back without even trying to.
I can't let go
I can't move on from the past.
Without lifting a finger you're holding me back.

And it might not make much sense
To you or any of my friends
Though somehow still you affect the
Things I do.
And you can't lose what you never had
I don't understand why I feel sad
Every time I see you out with someone new.

I can't let go
No, I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you.

I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you
You're holding me back without even trying to.
I can't let go
I can't move on from the past
Without lifting a finger you're holding me back.

I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you
You're holding me back without even trying to.
I can't let go
I can't move on from the past

Can't Let Go - Landon Pigg

This song. It made me revisit certain memories I try to forget.

11:54 PM;

28 October 2006

It appears that we live in a realm where fantasy and reality is one, and the same.

Or maybe when we watch tv and movies, and read novels, and listen to songs, we suspend our disbelief and never really ever remember to dislodge it.

Perhaps we are waiting for perfection which doesn't quite exist.

It might be that we have imaginations that wouldn't quit.

But when we have a fixed notion of who and how He should be,
it's definitely not due to a stubborn streak;
or naivety;
or high expectations;

it really is just a flat-out refusal to settle for anything less than what we want,
even if it means that a want and a need are never reconciled,
it's fine, really it is.

2:45 AM;

23 October 2006

So I'm back from the family's little sojourn in Kuala Lumpur!
It wasn't exactly fruitful, although Cheryl did get her fill of cheap cds
(read: pirated cds) and I lugged home a 'shabby chic' floral bucket. But that's all. Yup.

Nothing beats lounging in the hotel suite in a toasty bathrobe after a hot bath!

The Petronas Twin Towers. Yes, we do love jumping shots.

And on a sidenote, there's Zouk - granddaddy to all clubs. And no, I did not go clubbing.

3:00 AM;

18 October 2006

"You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains, oh yeahhhh."

An endless stretch of blue skies, faint swirls of white mixed in between
Waves rolling below
The silhouette of a grand piano and a man playing a bittersweet melody
Cut to a mop of straggly brown hair, a chiselled face

Then he started singing
His voice low, haunting
the camera stopped behind him
those shoulder blades, protrude from his brown jacket

The camera pans out
You see

Wooden pianos
strewn across the shoreline
standing at awkward angles
as far as the eye could see

A shaft of light from the heavens
is illuminating him
there's two white trails in the sky
left in the wake of an aeroplane

The tide is coming in
But he's still playing
The guitarist kicks at the water
water splashed off the drumset

And then the waves are crashing down
he's flung off his seat
and he's struggling, struggling to get back
If only for that last chord, that last note

Cymbals fly through the air
But he's still hammering at the piano
The waves slap across his anguished face
yet they are no match for the turmoil within him

Then it died down
pianos are left upturned
on their sides

A seagull perched atop
the leg of an upturned white piano
and shot against the azure blue sky
it's a lighthouse, i'd swear it is

I admit to a bit of an obsession with the Boston by Augustana music video lately.
Go watch it, you'll see why.

10:06 PM;

12 October 2006

Going to school in the train, looking at the sight outside on my first day as a 19-year-old, I thought,

"Does viewing the world through the eyes of a 19-year-old change my perspective? Have I gained any new understanding of the world and its mechanics?"

Of course, the answer is a resounding NO.

But, I know that hardly matters. A birthday may mark the day that you are truly, officially a year older but to me, what it does, year after year, is to show you how people really care.

Thank you Mummy, Daddy and Little Bao for your birthday wishes early in the morning.

Thank you to all my dear friends (esp zn for your very long and touching msg) for your words of encouragement for the year ahead.

Thank you to adi and ml for sharing most of the day with me, even if I had seemed subdued and sprouted a lot of nonsense. That whispered birthday song in munchie monkey was far louder in my ears than any rousing one would be.

And thanks so much to Stacy and Angela for springing the supper of all my favourite food on me, after being cursed by me the whole day for forgetting my birthday. I am eternally grateful for how you guys put up with and actually find my neurotic self amusing.

11:44 PM;

09 October 2006

Last saturday

After an almost-15-min walk, we reached Tanglin camp,
one of the venues to the Biennale - which resembled a ghost town that day.
I guess everyone has flocked over to Vivocity for its opening...

We pretty much had the whole place to ourselves, and we...

gawked at the exhibits,

laughed and jumped around,


and did a whole lot of posing!

3:40 PM;

08 October 2006

the haze has lifted, and with it, as did my mood.
i've been toxic, inflicting my foul mood on people
and i've been thinking,
maybe i need to trudge through the lowest of lows,
in order to hit new highs.
Then i came across this line
"She said she was neither happy nor unhappy,
and that's why she couldn't go on."
and it made me stop short.
I don't ever want to be caught in that quandary
and if that meant short bursts of happiness
and days of feeling like shit
i'd take it.

And the pictures above,
they are making me happy
so there you have it.
and sometimes there aren't that many things that do that
and if u can find one or the other
u hold on

coz if i squint
and you could try
the guy could be johnny
or clinton or
any other shaggy-haired wounded kid
and that'll be me by his side
and we'll be in Marc Jacobs
and if that isn't a happy ending
i don't know what could be.

9:02 PM;

05 October 2006

" Easily the best American comedy so far this year, and well-positioned to be best film overall, "Little Miss Sunshine" is a throwback to the days when comedies were raucous, touching, vulgar, delightful, hyperactive, contemplative, wholly inappropriate and touchingly wise. And that's sometimes all in one scene. "

- Brian Jeurgens

A terrific film that shows how a comedy can have as much heart, wit as well as laughs.
We laughed, we teared, we left the theatre feeling just a bit more hopeful about the world and ourselves.

11:05 PM;

01 October 2006

In our ideal world, that'll be us ( creative director/art director/editor of a fash or style mag) on a leisurely day out, soaking in the bohemian arty atmosphere that permeates the nooks and crannies of Singapore. Whipping out our cams at times to capture candid moments. Perhaps inspiration for the next editorial? Or just checking out places for outdoor shoots?

One day girl...This is only the beginning.

1:08 AM;

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