today marks the end of my lobo-ness & nuah-ness.
no longer can i stay till the wee hours of the night, sometimes even in the morning watching videos on youtube.
i love youtube. you can watch almost everything.
no longer can i wake up at 11am or even 2pm having to do nothing.
i admit that it gets kinda depressed having to do nothing but i lavish in the sweetness of having nothing really important to do.
cos tomorrow is the first day of work!
I've taken up an AE role - which is really the entry level - at a global PR agency. I've met the team already when i went to sign my appointment letter *edited out because this is my blog*
and the team seems to be quite tightly-connected & closely-knitted.
i'm feeling very nervous and very apprehensive because i worry about whether i can fit in.
i'm also very excited about my new job and job scope cos i'm moving from fashion PR to technology PR. how exciting :)
there is gonna be so much for me to learn and i'm sure i can excel. i hope :)
*edited out because i feel like it* - Raffles Place folks, let's meet for lunch :D
oh btw, I have to blog in my next entry a very funny conversation between me and CJY about raffles place.
basically it's an entry to mock and ridicule his intellect. so must join me lah :D
hint: "is raffles place a building?"
sometimes i dunno whether he is acting dumb to make me laugh or he's really dumb dumb.
hahaha~
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
remembering
today i had dinner with daddy at chinatown.
then went chinatown's OG to shop. this OG has heaps of memories. the favourite place my parents like to bring me to. used to have a restaurant upstairs? i wouldnt say they serve fantastic food - but i aint no gourmet, i always look forward to having my meals there...
now im like so big liao - brings back alot of memories.
then on the way back in the car, the topic of sea sea came up.
and it is the first time, i sensed sadness in my dad regarding sea sea.
at the pet hospital - that goddamn mount pleasant - all of us are wailing our hearts and lungs out on the sight of her motionless-but-still-warm body.
none of us were prepared for her death at all. :(
she was still very much alive in the morning. being her usual self.
but papa is the cool one who didnt shed a tear and asked us not to be sad. esp to my mummy.
and asked us to all go home (since it was 1 am when it happened).
subsequently life had to go on - and while we were all mourning - he was making sure things happen and life goes on.
i never thought he felt sad. i think maybe he's strong enough to handle death maybe.
today i felt sad. because he felt sad.
he was telling me how sea sea would climb onto his bed and lie down beside him. then he would inch back cos he didn't wanna have "skin contact" with her - rather i think he wants to give her more space.
and sea sea would pretend to sleep then wake up then inch back and lie skin-on-skin with my dad.
each time my dad moves back, she followed suit.
little actions like that endears our hearts and she has always been the darling of the family. eventually - my dad gave up his place on the bed and slept on the floor while sea sea slept with my mum.
my daddy commented: she died too early.
i think its a matter of suddenness.
barely a week since i came back from australia - she passed on.
everytime someone asks about sea sea - i feel a lump in my throat.
everytime i talk about her - i have to struggle to contain my tears.
everytime i think about her - i still have to struggle......
it is so hard.
:(
i really hope i dont have to deal with death again.
i suck at this.
nobody said it was easy. no one ever said it would be this hard.
oh take me back to the start.
i hope you are happy wherever you are. a place where you get to gai gai everyday and eat mcnuggets and drink coke every day. a place where you have the biggest beds and the softest pillow to sleep in where you don't have skinny feet after your bath. no apple to bully you. a place where you can run forever and not pant. no more medicine and pills and medicine and pills.
;(
then went chinatown's OG to shop. this OG has heaps of memories. the favourite place my parents like to bring me to. used to have a restaurant upstairs? i wouldnt say they serve fantastic food - but i aint no gourmet, i always look forward to having my meals there...
now im like so big liao - brings back alot of memories.
then on the way back in the car, the topic of sea sea came up.
and it is the first time, i sensed sadness in my dad regarding sea sea.
at the pet hospital - that goddamn mount pleasant - all of us are wailing our hearts and lungs out on the sight of her motionless-but-still-warm body.
none of us were prepared for her death at all. :(
she was still very much alive in the morning. being her usual self.
but papa is the cool one who didnt shed a tear and asked us not to be sad. esp to my mummy.
and asked us to all go home (since it was 1 am when it happened).
subsequently life had to go on - and while we were all mourning - he was making sure things happen and life goes on.
i never thought he felt sad. i think maybe he's strong enough to handle death maybe.
today i felt sad. because he felt sad.
he was telling me how sea sea would climb onto his bed and lie down beside him. then he would inch back cos he didn't wanna have "skin contact" with her - rather i think he wants to give her more space.
and sea sea would pretend to sleep then wake up then inch back and lie skin-on-skin with my dad.
each time my dad moves back, she followed suit.
little actions like that endears our hearts and she has always been the darling of the family. eventually - my dad gave up his place on the bed and slept on the floor while sea sea slept with my mum.
my daddy commented: she died too early.
i think its a matter of suddenness.
barely a week since i came back from australia - she passed on.
everytime someone asks about sea sea - i feel a lump in my throat.
everytime i talk about her - i have to struggle to contain my tears.
everytime i think about her - i still have to struggle......
it is so hard.
:(
i really hope i dont have to deal with death again.
i suck at this.
nobody said it was easy. no one ever said it would be this hard.
oh take me back to the start.
i hope you are happy wherever you are. a place where you get to gai gai everyday and eat mcnuggets and drink coke every day. a place where you have the biggest beds and the softest pillow to sleep in where you don't have skinny feet after your bath. no apple to bully you. a place where you can run forever and not pant. no more medicine and pills and medicine and pills.
;(
Monday, June 18, 2007
i heart jurong
well i have no reason to hate it or love it.
i don't feel an extreme attachment to any particular place that i live in because i enjoy moving, i think. i like the excitement of being able to move into a new environment and living anew.
i've got a couple of friends who liked to make fun of the fact that i live in jurong because they live in the eastern side of singapore - which i don't have an opinion about.
i have tonnes of opinions on alot of things (that i feel are critical and important and not something shallow like where you live) but not on the place you live in.
of course, i know they are jokers, they joke and clown around and sometimes makes me the clown. which is completely fine, because i think the ability to be able to laugh at yourself and to make a joke at your own expense, is priceless.
it proves that we are of a higher mettle than those who struggle to maintain a specific posse and "image" in front of other people who can only hide their insecurities behind their GUCCI or LV that they didn't even fuckin pay for.
i recently met someone who annoys the shit hell out of me. of course, many who know me will claim that i have the longest list of those who annoys the shit hell out of me. which is true and untrue.
truth is - there are alot of irritating and annoying people around me.
the un-truth is - i do not have the longest list, i'm pretty sure somebody else beats me to this.
well i refuse to describe how annoying that person is because it's a means to no end.
but i'd like to have aired some of my views and perspectives on some of the issues that we talked about during that particular meeting that i am unable to voice out because that person is the most self-centred thing on earth who does not care about other people's opinions and if there is a solution to the problems, that person would've thought about it already.
about status:
apparently that annoying person feels that i am someone of a lower class because of where i live.
that annoying person sympathizes with me when i had to catch a cab home "all the way to jurong" from town.
and that annoying person worries that it is "too expensive" for me.
about relationships:
i hate to sound like a bitch but i am truly the most blessed of them all. i do not need to list down whether CJY buys GUCCI for me (of course he didn't) or if he opens the car door or whatever.
I think people should stop playing to what the TV tells us, what the newspaper tells us and absolutely disbelieve what the trashy magazines are telling us.
that the perfect guy is this... that ...this and that.... blah blah blah.
CJY is FAR FROM PERFECT. he's the most imperfect guy EVER. he'd have failed the "most romantic guy" quiz posted by Cosmopolitan.
But he's undoubtedly THE BEST.
all he ever wants for me, is to be happy. he sometimes make decisions that would baffle him but puts a smile on my face.
CJY has his ego and his pride and his basic instincts as a MAN but he understands and puts them aside so he objectively handles matters and me, so he gives me all the respect I deserved.
A good man is someone who loves you.
because when he loves you, he respects you. As a woman. As his girlfriend. And even more so, as his mother of his child.
because when he respects you, he wants you to be happy.
because when you're happy, his job as YOUR MAN, the protector, the pillar of support, the MAN OF YOUR LIFE, is a job well done.
because he needs to feel that he's fulfilling his duty as your man. your boyfriend. the one who holds your hands even when they're wrinkly.
and the luckiest girl is someone who has this pillar of support beside her all the time.
someone who loves and respects her as a woman, and as a girlfriend.
people get married or plan to get married for all the wrong reasons - they get married to someone who doesn't love and respect them - which explains why divorce rates in singapore is on the rise.
so.........
what is my point?
someone may claim to love you but does all the things that restricts you like stopping you from doing this and hanging out with who.
and in order to prove that he's right, he does the same. severing ties with all his friends so that there is no double standards.
therefore this shows that he loves you.
can anyone get any dumber?
and the dumbest of them all:
the girl who feels that having a man who restricts her basic freedom of who to go out with, when to reach home, where she goes and her choice of friends, is someone who loves her and what she has to do is to "accept it". worse, tell her friends who are in similar plight to "accept it" too.
the real friend will offer you support and advice but never to ask you to accept your fate.
don't get me wrong, i am not in favour of "fighting for your rights" or "fighting for your stand" and that sort of shit.
but i am an advocate of believing in standing by what i believe in and not compromise on my morals and values. if something is happening to me that is not congruent with what i believe in or what i want - then i will search. for an answer.
CJY & I came a long way and we've had our fair share of fights and quarrels. What i am happy about is that we are able to have a 2-way conversation where he shares with me his unhappiness and i share with him my unhappiness and agree that we both wanna stick it out and therefore, will try to compromise and make things work.
so...again.. what is my point?
i will not be friends with dumb people.
well that annoying person is not even a friend to begin with so there shouldn't be any real problems.
but what saddens me?
people around me or my so-called friends hang out with that dumb annoying person.
and i am a strong believer of you are who you hang out with.
birds of a feather, flock together.
simple as that.
my circle of friends is diminishing day by day.
:-(
but i take heart that i have met someone who will be there for me every single moment and to top it all, he loves me. he truly does.
another long post - but followers of this blog, aren't you used to it already?
to hell with dumb people.
PS: must be my PMS.
i don't feel an extreme attachment to any particular place that i live in because i enjoy moving, i think. i like the excitement of being able to move into a new environment and living anew.
i've got a couple of friends who liked to make fun of the fact that i live in jurong because they live in the eastern side of singapore - which i don't have an opinion about.
i have tonnes of opinions on alot of things (that i feel are critical and important and not something shallow like where you live) but not on the place you live in.
of course, i know they are jokers, they joke and clown around and sometimes makes me the clown. which is completely fine, because i think the ability to be able to laugh at yourself and to make a joke at your own expense, is priceless.
it proves that we are of a higher mettle than those who struggle to maintain a specific posse and "image" in front of other people who can only hide their insecurities behind their GUCCI or LV that they didn't even fuckin pay for.
i recently met someone who annoys the shit hell out of me. of course, many who know me will claim that i have the longest list of those who annoys the shit hell out of me. which is true and untrue.
truth is - there are alot of irritating and annoying people around me.
the un-truth is - i do not have the longest list, i'm pretty sure somebody else beats me to this.
well i refuse to describe how annoying that person is because it's a means to no end.
but i'd like to have aired some of my views and perspectives on some of the issues that we talked about during that particular meeting that i am unable to voice out because that person is the most self-centred thing on earth who does not care about other people's opinions and if there is a solution to the problems, that person would've thought about it already.
about status:
apparently that annoying person feels that i am someone of a lower class because of where i live.
that annoying person sympathizes with me when i had to catch a cab home "all the way to jurong" from town.
and that annoying person worries that it is "too expensive" for me.
about relationships:
i hate to sound like a bitch but i am truly the most blessed of them all. i do not need to list down whether CJY buys GUCCI for me (of course he didn't) or if he opens the car door or whatever.
I think people should stop playing to what the TV tells us, what the newspaper tells us and absolutely disbelieve what the trashy magazines are telling us.
that the perfect guy is this... that ...this and that.... blah blah blah.
CJY is FAR FROM PERFECT. he's the most imperfect guy EVER. he'd have failed the "most romantic guy" quiz posted by Cosmopolitan.
But he's undoubtedly THE BEST.
all he ever wants for me, is to be happy. he sometimes make decisions that would baffle him but puts a smile on my face.
CJY has his ego and his pride and his basic instincts as a MAN but he understands and puts them aside so he objectively handles matters and me, so he gives me all the respect I deserved.
A good man is someone who loves you.
because when he loves you, he respects you. As a woman. As his girlfriend. And even more so, as his mother of his child.
because when he respects you, he wants you to be happy.
because when you're happy, his job as YOUR MAN, the protector, the pillar of support, the MAN OF YOUR LIFE, is a job well done.
because he needs to feel that he's fulfilling his duty as your man. your boyfriend. the one who holds your hands even when they're wrinkly.
and the luckiest girl is someone who has this pillar of support beside her all the time.
someone who loves and respects her as a woman, and as a girlfriend.
people get married or plan to get married for all the wrong reasons - they get married to someone who doesn't love and respect them - which explains why divorce rates in singapore is on the rise.
so.........
what is my point?
someone may claim to love you but does all the things that restricts you like stopping you from doing this and hanging out with who.
and in order to prove that he's right, he does the same. severing ties with all his friends so that there is no double standards.
therefore this shows that he loves you.
can anyone get any dumber?
and the dumbest of them all:
the girl who feels that having a man who restricts her basic freedom of who to go out with, when to reach home, where she goes and her choice of friends, is someone who loves her and what she has to do is to "accept it". worse, tell her friends who are in similar plight to "accept it" too.
the real friend will offer you support and advice but never to ask you to accept your fate.
don't get me wrong, i am not in favour of "fighting for your rights" or "fighting for your stand" and that sort of shit.
but i am an advocate of believing in standing by what i believe in and not compromise on my morals and values. if something is happening to me that is not congruent with what i believe in or what i want - then i will search. for an answer.
CJY & I came a long way and we've had our fair share of fights and quarrels. What i am happy about is that we are able to have a 2-way conversation where he shares with me his unhappiness and i share with him my unhappiness and agree that we both wanna stick it out and therefore, will try to compromise and make things work.
so...again.. what is my point?
i will not be friends with dumb people.
well that annoying person is not even a friend to begin with so there shouldn't be any real problems.
but what saddens me?
people around me or my so-called friends hang out with that dumb annoying person.
and i am a strong believer of you are who you hang out with.
birds of a feather, flock together.
simple as that.
my circle of friends is diminishing day by day.
:-(
but i take heart that i have met someone who will be there for me every single moment and to top it all, he loves me. he truly does.
another long post - but followers of this blog, aren't you used to it already?
to hell with dumb people.
PS: must be my PMS.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Dogs vs Cats
Got this email from a very good friend.
I enjoy receiving and reading funny, humourous emails like this from friends.
but sometimes people sent junk mail, virus emails, and those stupid chain letters. i don't read or download emails that i think are junk or possibly-viral-infected. i dont think i missed out on anything cos i hardly get intellectual true humour or any email that was worth the click on my mouse.
so....it is especially refreshing to enjoy a pure good laugh when i saw this mail.
TOO TRUE! Haha :D
.................................................
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what
I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about 'what a good little hunter' I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of an assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-but perhaps at the top of
the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released-and seems to be more than willing to return. He is possibly retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe........
for now.....
I enjoy receiving and reading funny, humourous emails like this from friends.
but sometimes people sent junk mail, virus emails, and those stupid chain letters. i don't read or download emails that i think are junk or possibly-viral-infected. i dont think i missed out on anything cos i hardly get intellectual true humour or any email that was worth the click on my mouse.
so....it is especially refreshing to enjoy a pure good laugh when i saw this mail.
TOO TRUE! Haha :D
.................................................
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what
I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about 'what a good little hunter' I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of an assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-but perhaps at the top of
the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released-and seems to be more than willing to return. He is possibly retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe........
for now.....
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Snow Patrol - Signal Fire
their latest song featured on the Spiderman 3 Soundtrack. Heard this towards the end of the show, and i thought it was Five For Fighting. Then the very smart CJY said it's Snow Patrol.
He is after all the first person who told me about RUN.
Which i am still listening to till today.
Chasing Cars is a replicated piece of commercial success destined to rule the airwaves but never my eardrums.
Haha~ cos i got sick of the song - damn terribly sick.
I shall see how long this song can last.
Apparently this song is written specially for Spiderman 3. And the soundtrack is pretty awesome cos you've got The Killers, Wolfmother, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Jet... And also, apparently some of the songs, if not all of them, are written specially for Spiderman 3.
so this is a very dedicated album. i wanna buy!
This song is sooooooooo haunting. but the chorus is kinda coldpay-ish. doesnt it reminds you of the chorus of FIX YOU? NO?? Then you probably have to make a trip to the doctor cos you're deaf.
YET!!! Gary Lightbody hasnt got that heart-wrenching voice, cos if you look at the video, he sings with a slight smile in his heart - so it shows on the face. Therefore, it can never sound heart-wrenching.
so it didnt really catch me. cos i like heart-wrenching sounding songs with a voice so haunting it won't get out of my head.
but the beginning of the song got me hooked.
"The perfect words never crossed my mind,
'cause there was nothing in there but you"
:-)
Snow Patrol Tours Australia in Sept
I am not a huge fan of Snow Patrol.
I mean i liked a couple of their songs but i hate CHASING CARS.
like i used to like it, and then i just got sick of it.
But i absolutely LURVE RUN.
although i'm not a fan, but i still wanna go watch them.
it's just that, they're so "in your face" and like "everywhere".
just when you think your eardrums can take a break from chasing cars, there comes signal fire.
a haunting song! my god.
i heard them sang live on a mp3 that i downloaded before and i thought that's got to be the shittiest band in the world cos they cant sing live for fuck's sake.
then i went youtube and search for their live videos and they're, well, mediocre at best.
then i stumble a few videos that well, could make me change my mind.
so i dont know.
but i'd like to find out for myself.
Perth Sept 22 - still got time to save money.
i will not be rash and impulsive so everything needs plans.
the trip to perth, air tix on budget air and accomodation, will cost at MOST S$600. It WILL be less than that cos you dont need to stay in perth for long cos there's nothing to do. so probably 4 or 5 days is quite enough and i will budget say S$1000?
definitely gonna cost less than that cos only stayin in a couple of days and accomodation is pretty cheap if you're not choosy.
so if i start work and i save S$500 per month, in two months, i'll have enough money to go.
:-)
now that's a plan.
any interested parties? we could bunk in together and save on accomodation.
now i gotta convince CJY. or maybe you're convinced already, u reading this u kuku?
:D
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
The Killers - Read My Mind
this is the other video of READ MY MIND. this is the studio version so this is actually quite LIVE.
:D i'm impressed.
Augie March - One Crowded Hour Live on Rove Live
And they did a pretty good job singing LIVE.
i'm impressed.
the lyrics to this song is damn damn damn bloody poetic.
"if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorifed screw"
- first thing that came to my mind is Frente's Bizarre Love Triangle where "everytime i think of you, i feel a shot right through a bolt of blue"
then they described september as golden and june as purple.
i dunno but i think because june = winter so therefore = purple cos purple = cold? haha u know like bruised and blue-black.
september = spring and in my opinion is the BEST season of all and therefore it is = golden.
like all poems and songs, it takes on a different meaning to different people.
the key to a great song is one that "speaks" to so many people at once.
like FIX YOU by Coldplay.
and i present you the lyrics to this song.
Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen;
if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?
and that doesn't hold nothing together
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick
And I know it's making you sick
There's nothing there, it's like eating air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
And that doesn't hold me together.
But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
And I know you like your boys to take their medicine
From the bowl with a silver spoon
Who run away with the dish and scare the fish by the silvery light of the moon
Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb
In as far as their bleeding eyes see
Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, built for and rent for them
Not for the likes of me
Not for the like of you and me
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the songland
She takes into hers my hand
She says, "Boy I know you're lying
Oh but then, so am I,"
And to this I said "Oh well."
They put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell
That night, the silence gave birth to a baby
They took it away to her silent dismay
And they raised it to be a lady
Now she can't keep her mouth shut
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
One crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
Well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?"
And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.
Augie March - One Crowded Hour
My favourite song at the moment.
If you know me only too well, you will know that I'm a song killer.
which means i KILL the song. LITERALLY. hahahahahaha~
i killed jason mraz's I'm Yours till my friends didn't want to be anywhere near my car cos i put the song on repeat. REPEATEDLY.
i played the song ALL the time. and i listened to it all the time.
Augie March, i found out is an Australian band. From Melbourne. Looks abit old but that guy has a very haunting voice and adds that sad-angst tinge to the song.
first heard this song when listening to the radio that plays rock on QANTAS. and i copied down the whole song list on my boarding pass.
so now i have enough songs to set up an indie radio station.
haha~ my room sounds so indie with all these bands now.
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