When all I wish to see is black and white
and all i wana do is to leave myself behind
I got this sick feeling
that something's not right
yeh, something's not right
I dunno what I'm trying to hide
when I can't fathom what's deep inside
and the more I dig, the more I realise
hey something's not right
yeh, something's not right
And when the day seems so long
just to get through
that you feel wasted, watching your shadow grow
It's then you realise
that you've still got so much to offer
Pity that it's always the feelings
that hold you back
so that you can protect yourself, and avoid the wreck
And all that you pray for
is something to differ
It's then you realise
that loneliness is not defined
by how many people you've got on your side
but it's by the love that you cannot give
and the gratitude that you can't receive
I dunno what's wrong with me tonight
but all I want is for someone to hold me tight
and whisper in my ear, and tell me
that something's not right
yeh, something's not right
-E
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
No Right Angle$
At 24, and turning 25 in 4 months, I really should get into the property market.
Granted, I've saved enough for myself to put down a sizeable deposit for a house and a job that would still allow me to have my little luxuries in life. And at 24, a certain percentage of the 'ordinary' would probably start to think about marriage. While the 'extraordinary' like us would probably just be too cash-strapped at this moment - we tend to think about Italian suits, vintage tees, limited-edition sneakers, and a whole bunch of Clinique facial products instead.
Pathetic I know, but don't assume I'm one of those extraordinary losers just yet.
Since working full-time, I really have caught myself out with my perception of what money is to life. I don't like the smell of it on most days. I felt that having money is like seeing a sign that you've become stagnated in life; that its merely a symbol of false fruition after a whole year of work. I suppose the real reason behind it is that, I never felt I deserve alot of it anyway. While most of the time I can see my glass being half-full, I still believe that having less is more.
I still dream of being a young artist, who would struggle to make ends meet and would only be able to afford to eat Nutella (instead of the cliche peanut butter) sandwiches, but I would go around different countries and see the ocean from every possible angle, before I die famous.
That's really just another romantic dream of mine, but I am happy to find that the Nutella part is not too hard to fulfill lol.
* * *
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
* * *
If money can buy happiness, then I firmly believe that happiness is true only when shared.
Granted, I've saved enough for myself to put down a sizeable deposit for a house and a job that would still allow me to have my little luxuries in life. And at 24, a certain percentage of the 'ordinary' would probably start to think about marriage. While the 'extraordinary' like us would probably just be too cash-strapped at this moment - we tend to think about Italian suits, vintage tees, limited-edition sneakers, and a whole bunch of Clinique facial products instead.
Pathetic I know, but don't assume I'm one of those extraordinary losers just yet.
Since working full-time, I really have caught myself out with my perception of what money is to life. I don't like the smell of it on most days. I felt that having money is like seeing a sign that you've become stagnated in life; that its merely a symbol of false fruition after a whole year of work. I suppose the real reason behind it is that, I never felt I deserve alot of it anyway. While most of the time I can see my glass being half-full, I still believe that having less is more.
I still dream of being a young artist, who would struggle to make ends meet and would only be able to afford to eat Nutella (instead of the cliche peanut butter) sandwiches, but I would go around different countries and see the ocean from every possible angle, before I die famous.
That's really just another romantic dream of mine, but I am happy to find that the Nutella part is not too hard to fulfill lol.
* * *
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
* * *
If money can buy happiness, then I firmly believe that happiness is true only when shared.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A Whole Bunch of Contradictions
It's crazy to think that I am here trying to start a blog again - I hate it in a way, because blogging makes me think alot, and the worst thing is that I don't tend to hold back when I am writing about what I think. Being an innate pessimist doesn't help either, I never liked reading my old blogs for that exact reason. Yet there comes a time when I don't have the luxury of having a person next to me to hear me out and that writing is probably my next-best therapy. (Nico I know you said the same thing on yours, and I can't agree more) It's been two years now since I've put my own thoughts down in writing. People suppose to change in a month, I don't know how much I've grown in that time.
But it has taken me two year to realise that there are no right angles in life. What you thought might be a right turn could in fact meanders itself into the left, and in a very cruel way, without you noticing it.
And with each turn I make in life, I hope I can capture them here in good old B&W.
And just like what everybody do before they taste their wine for the first time, this is just my way of saying "Cheers," to you too in life.
But it has taken me two year to realise that there are no right angles in life. What you thought might be a right turn could in fact meanders itself into the left, and in a very cruel way, without you noticing it.
And with each turn I make in life, I hope I can capture them here in good old B&W.
And just like what everybody do before they taste their wine for the first time, this is just my way of saying "Cheers," to you too in life.
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