Saturday 31 July 2010

Balancing on
One wounded wing
Circling the edge
Of the neverending
The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door

More than begin
But less than forget
But spirits born
From the not happened yet
Gathering there
To pay off a debt brought back from the wars

We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
Welcome back

Sleeping for years
Pick through what is left
Through the pieces that fell and rose from the depth
From the rainwater well
Deep as a secret nobody knows

Less than forget
But more than begun
These adventures in solitude never done
To the names of our wounds
We send the same blood back from the wars

We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
It will all come back

I know you want to
Run far away from one more
And that it's coming at a bad time
Some cold place
Heartless ways
For all we know

I know you need to
Breathe through
Come back
Come too
But it's coming at a bad time
Tangled day
For all we know

I know you want to
Run far away from one more
And that's coming at a bad time
Some cold race
Heartless ways
For all we know

I know you want to
Breathe through
Come back
Come too
But it's coming at a bad time
Old scarred face
Survivor's guilt
For all we know

Adventures.

Thursday 29 July 2010

lol

Some call me a wagabond, and some say i'm a wigilante. As i striwe for wictory against the world against me at such a welocity.in this wacant wacuum we call humankind. I stand wanguished, a wagrant and a wagabond, a poor wapour of a man. But in this waricose wein of a wampid world, i know one day, i would be windicated and awenged, and then i will stand wenerable and inwincible.

enough of jokes about me not being able to pronouce the letter v.

wrong side.

There's a old saying about getting out of bed the wrong way or the wrong side or something on a particular day and that particular day turning out to be somewhat shitty. Well, those days are a dime a dozen since i came over here. Sure they're awesome days that i've been blogging about, but little shitty incidences have littered my life here.

like today. I woke up 15 mins late, not a damn much you say. but seeing i take 45 mins in the morning to get from half-awake drunkeness to full power rockstardom, 15 mins is a third of the time. After my ORD, i am now fully incapable of waking up and being battle ready in like 5 mins. I need my time to check soccernet, have my cup of coffee, and wander around the room and finally settle for my choice of breakfast crackers, and then to bathe, not the army wash down where i use one soap literally from head to toe. But to slowly and meticulously wash and ready each part of my body for the oncoming day. so 15mins wander, 15 mins breakfast and 15 mins bathe. waking up 15 mins late means i've to shave 5 mins off everything. which totally sucked. And to add to that, i have to sorta lose my watch today of all days. Granted, it may just be at rusdens, but yeah, in my 15-mins-too-early state in the morning, trying to recall where i took off my watch is of great difficulty.

What followed was running, searching, and more running. Which in this cold weather, resulted in me catching a cold. Which left me facing the dilemma whether to hack off my nose or to get a scapel and take out my whole respiratory system. Its only for that last remnant of logical thought despite its obvious hypoxia that stopped me from doing so.

And let's just say this is not the first time i 'woke up at the wrong side of the bed'.

How the hell i get off the wrong side when i there's only one side of my bed that i could get out from.

Damn i hate my nose.

And bloody crazy angmohs are blasting party music a couple of rooms away.

One more time i hear that 'break , break your heart' song, i'm going to get my knife and show them exactly that. lol.

Sunday 25 July 2010

Live forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Live forever - Oasis

Awesome shit.

Saturday 24 July 2010

one week in the winter cold

Well. there's something in the winter cold that i love.

Sure i miss my friends in singapore, chilling out and drinking, eating great food and going around and stuff. But that would certainly be unfair the the fun i had been having here at melbourne. The cold turn many away into their rooms and heaters, but somehow i enjoy that slight chill on my cheeks, that cold. That refreshingly awakening cold.

And its been a week. School has been well, stressful like school is supposed to be.but i am enjoying my return to freedom of my room, to sip cider from my armchair with my legs comfortably on my table. Now that is the life.

I know that i may change, and things may change. But typing this now from the comfort of this four walls that shouldn't even feel comfortable. I am satisfied.

There may come a time soon when i say screw this, i'm going back once my course ends. But the allure of melbourne is just so great for me.

The cold isn't depressing. Its calming.