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Saturday, September 30, 2006 You want me to noticeTo notice when you're not around And you know that my eyes see straight through you And speak to you without a sound I want to hold you Protect you from all of the things I've already endured I want to show you Show you all of the things that this life has in store for you You'll always love me The way that a father should love his daughter
Friday, September 29, 2006 This is the once in a lifetime experience - still an understatement.Goodfellas is THE band of the country - still an understatement. How 'bout this: Simply indescribable So I was happily having burgers steak and ribs at HRC, waiting in anticipation for the 'live band'. Poof! In front a guitarist is tuning his new toy (it still had the price tag on it), his 3 friends were relaxing around. So at 8.30pm they start playing. It was acoustic night, but their alternate rock was just extraordinary spectacular unimaginable. Just hearing the voice alone would feel like you're attending a Post-Grunge concert with international artists cooly performing their stuff. Anyway this miracle of a band Goodfellas did Radiohead, Dishwalla, Coldplay, Maroon Five, John Mayer, The Temptations, Howie Day, 3 Doors Down, Bryan Adams, Extreme, just to name a few. There were sort of 2 lead singers, one could sing the high part of mr-lead-singer-of-dishwalla, and the other was 3/4-minus-the-high-part-of-mr-lead-singer-of-dishwalla - if you could imagine the range of vocals. Only guitars were used - can't you believe how wonderful that is - three guitarists. Well the main thing is that they sound EXACTLY (yes 99%) like the original. So the temperature was 10 degrees according to my body thermometer, but it was more than worthwhile getting muscle spasms in the pub-cafe just watching them sing. And what a view we had - right in front of the stage - just simply unbelievable. Sadly we only stayed for 2 sets of the great music, the last set was to last till 11.30pm. By then, not only would my bladder have exploded, i'd get a frostbite. Still, I guess it doesn't matter at all :) I WANT THEIR CD NOW
Saturday, September 23, 2006 Ms Darlene shall continue singing in my speakers till this house is at peace.I went for poking today. Poking my ankle. And it HURTS, even though you see on tv, some patient lying down nicely like it's therapy. Hope my ankle heals soon :) 'Today' newspaper Pg. 51: Ms Zhang High Performance Coaching Awards - Junior Competitions This Award salutes coaches who primarily work with athletes or teams that compete at the international age-group or youth competitions level and have consistently attained success at these competitions.
Thursday, September 21, 2006 So much life hereAnd so much pain - we forget And its real - the silence One link leads to lots. Lots of life lessons. I hardly sleep in class, actually. I sleep only when the teacher repeats stuff that I already know. There are exceptions though - thought up a whole song during SS lesson today. Sadly I forgot the tune, but I did manage to pen down some lyrics. Coming back to life lessons. Something's put me in a dilemma. I've seen real life examples: One guy chases his passions - what he's always wanted to do - in his younger days, he feels he's living his dreams. One guy did whatever he wanted to do in his younger days, travelled nearly the world, exposed to the extreme sights in different countries. To fund his dream-filled lifestyle, the latter is 'chained' to being an employee in his later life. It is too late now, too late to change what he's done in his earlier life, no way to retire. The former might just end up like the other. But who doesn't want to life their dreams? Just one question hanging: pursue passion - try to make a fortune as well to live your dreams till your death, or pursue passion - for fear that passion will only lead you to regret in the later years, or go for material wealth - work for a fortune, then enjoy later? Thanks for the insights, thanks a million
Thursday, September 14, 2006 It's been a super long timeSuper routine-d days Wake up from paradise. To school, slow drag, trot, depends. Slump onto a chair, sit, sit, sit, get up, eat, sit. All the ramblings. Slow crawl, big stone weighing down, hot, hot. Think about paradise. Back to paradise. For all you know, paradise will never exist. Who are you? You feel, jealously-vindictive-vengence. You can't differentiate friend and foe. You know you've lost and you type - annonymously. Big Roar. Sore throat
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