Somebody get me this T-shirt
available here.
available here.
filed under: funnies
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 31, 2007
Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore ...
Play it loud enough and it keeps the demons at bay.
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 31, 2007
It may be wrong to call it "Top". "In heavy rotation" would be more apt. And by "2007", I mean to say these songs were on my playlist for 2007. Not that they were released this year.
Anyhow, following 2005 and 2006, here is 2007.
The Bird And The Bee ~ Fucking Boyfriend
Sondre Lerche ~ Track You Down
Death Cab For Cutie ~ A Movie Script Ending
Death Cab For Cutie ~ What Sarah Said
Peter, Bjorn And John featuring Victoria Bergsman ~ Young Folks
Rachael Yamagata ~ Meet Me By The Water
Rufus Wainwright ~ Go Or Go Ahead
Ryan Adams ~ I Taught Myself How To Grow Old
José Gonzalez ~ Save Your Day
Cocteau Twins ~ Half-Gifts
Lori Carson ~ Waking To The Dream Of You
Feist ~ Intuition
Radiohead ~ All I Need
Evermore ~ It's Too Late
Ben Folds Five ~ Brick
Lifehouse ~ Blind
Joy Division / New Order ~ Ceremony
Feist & Eirik Glamboek Boe ~ How My Heart Behaves
Depeche Mode ~ Precious
Beatles ~ Eleanor Rigby
Aimee Mann ~ That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart
It's just a confused list. Which pretty much sums up the year.
Cheers and jeers, another beer to shunt the tears.
filed under: cisum stuff, rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 31, 2007
filed under: cisum stuff, lyrics, rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 30, 2007
The New Year
So this is the new year.
And I don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance.
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then I could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that could hold us back.
There'd be no distance that could hold us back
So this is the new year
~ DCFC ~
filed under: lyrics
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 30, 2007
As covered by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I don't think I'll find a love I want
The love I'm searching for in this machine
Oh, visions fail and all the circuits blow
And the message lost in this machine
Oh, I tried.
You know I'll try, I'll try
And hard as it may be, you know you should be with me
Even though it seems its all a lie
I still believe you should be with me
Original by The Rentals
filed under: lyrics
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 30, 2007
Oh no, there's that smell again.
What is it coming for?
It takes my sense away
In a way I can't afford.
Can I leave it?
Can I cover it up?
Can I bring it
If I bottle it up?
Oh no, there's that smell again.
What is it coming for?
It takes my breath away
In a way I can't afford.
Can I leave it?
Can I cover it up?
Can I bring it
If I bottle it up?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
filed under: lyrics
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 30, 2007
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 30, 2007
Are you an amateur, or is it you're unkind
To torture all the other girls you keep me by your side
Are you unsatisfied you can't make up your mind
When you can take me by the hand and I will close my eyes
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
I realised that if not for the chorus, this song is ambisexual.
bisexual?
unisexual?
or asexual?
whatever.
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 29, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 29, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 29, 2007
He looked into the horizon, as if focusing on the cumulonimbus clouds gathering. A thunderstorm threatened. Absentmindedly, he murmured, "I think we've plateaued."
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Friday, December 28, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 27, 2007
This weekend sounds exciting. >.<
Baby when the light goes out!
Far away
The ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
And I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations, yeah!
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wow...
GO listen now Now NOW!!!
filed under: cisum stuff
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 26, 2007
We often joke it's over but it's never enough
I take it you are afraid
Afraid of everything I am
And of some things I am not
A fear I share before I go to bed
.......
When my words lost their meaning on their way to your door
yours lost their way out of your
.......
I don't want to want you to go
But I think you've left me without options
Things that you should know by now
That I never told
Tricks tend to track you down
Even when you're high
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 26, 2007
filed under: cisum stuff, rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 26, 2007
If there is one thing I really like, is when people ask me what I am listening to and in return they tell me what they are listening to.
filed under: cisum stuff
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Walk in silence,
Don't turn away, in silence.
Your confusion, my illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don't walk away.
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 25, 2007
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 25, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 25, 2007
It's a little bit weird that for this year, I heard "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire......" only on Christmas Eve.
At the nearby Post Office no less. While q-ing up to renew my PDL.
must......get......license!
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 24, 2007
秋风吹起落叶飘 彷徨的我 徘徊在十字街口上
是对是错我不知道
我的命运它是否在作弄我
蓝色的海洋不平静 我的心情也像海浪一样动乱
是爱是恨我不知道
过去的事真是叫我忘不了
来来 回来吧 甜蜜的爱
夕阳西下断肠人
你为何在天涯
蓝色的海洋不平静
我的心情也像海浪一样动乱
是爱是恨我不知道
过去的事真是叫我忘不了
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 24, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 24, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 24, 2007
filed under: cisum stuff, imeem, lyrics
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 22, 2007
What a lousy title. But here goes......
Met with my agent today, need to execute some plans that I've been putting off for the longest time.
So I was in the train, on my way home, my nano on shuffle, The Killers' Smile Like You Mean it came on.....
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean it
We tell ourselves we're different
I've gotten so good at lying to myself
filed under: cisum stuff
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 22, 2007
Don't worry about the title. It's just a random title cause I really don't have much to write but just want to record it down.
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 22, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Friday, December 21, 2007
I can't stop listening to Death Cab and it's already bloody 3:45 in the morning.
filed under: cisum stuff
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 20, 2007
I'm constantly fascinated by the words of a song. It doesn't have to involve obscure words like dirigible or fontanel. But that can be a plus thing as The Decemberists have done.
I heard Death Cab's "A Movie Script Ending" today. Upon seeing the title, it was like Aimee Mann's "That How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart", I kinda knew I would like the song.
And I wasn't wrong.
And whatever the song is singing about, well, I don't have it.
filed under: cisum stuff
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 20, 2007
"Would you love me till I'm dead?"
filed under: cisum stuff, lyrics
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 20, 2007
Feel like taking photos of this year's X'mas light up along the shopping belt. This year is by far the prettiest.
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 20, 2007
i will admit all of my weaker parts
but i'll shut up if you don't want my point
my point of view to stand against your own
perhaps you're better off on your own
but i don't need to be put down this way
i'm going down this way but you can stay
do you know the bar
the way to the bar
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 19, 2007
filed under: funnies, rants, t-shirts
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted
Was a little piece of you
I know how to smile through the bitterest of moments. I can do that. I do that very well.
If there is anything I can do better than smile, is to pretend to do it from the bottom of my heart. To do it so well I find myself lulled by my own pretence.
I actually begin to think things are ok. That everything is going to be alright.
I don't recall when I started doing that. All this mock up. I certainly cannot remember if I learnt it. Was there ever a someone who taught me that life is about grinning and bearing?
Perhaps I do it too well. Maybe people around me need to know. I'm so glad I'm not in a place where people ask rhetorically "How are you doing?".
But I know myself all too well. The minute I start on my misery, everything goes awkward. And I have myself to salvage by smiling through it. So how would you know?
All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery
As they steal your best memories away
What if I was someone different in your only history?
Would you feel the same
As I walk out the door
Never to see your face again
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?
This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me
Poofie told me about this last Saturday.
I was quite hammered by the weirdest combination of red wine, sparkling rose wine, kaoliang (fermented sorghum liquor >40% - "finest paint thinner, worst wine ever invented"), random lager from Brewerkz, lychee martini, Guinness (is Greatness) and what else was there?
Anyway, what Poofie told me was that Bloc Party was coming for ReadySetGlo! Kele is playing a DJ set. A wee bit sad that there is no live set. But still ....
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 17, 2007
Was I cruel and never there?
Nothing to rely on
Was our romance a black hole?
You kept the better half than me
Well if you really wanted to know
Well no the earth's not moved for me since
I wish I could've given you lightness
The lightness that you deserve
And they say time is a healer
And time will look after you
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait
Come over
Come over
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 16, 2007
Wipe your tears
Never like to see you cry
Won't you please forgive me?
I wouldn't ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone
To fill this space of emptiness
I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 16, 2007
Now we cling to bottles and memories of the past
Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and Sudoku
If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 15, 2007
I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved
No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home
Will you see me in the end
Or is it just a waste of time
Trying to be your friend
Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all
You know that it could be so simple
Say a word or two to brighten my day
Do you think that you could see your way
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 15, 2007
If a cuckold is a married man whose wife sleeps around with other men, what do you call him if his wife sleeps around with other women?
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Saturday, December 15, 2007
I've got syphilitic hetero friends in every part of town. I don't hate them but I know them. I don't want them hanging around.
filed under: cisum stuff, lyrics, rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Friday, December 14, 2007
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing.
It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing.
Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one.
When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.
filed under: movie
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Friday, December 14, 2007
She eyes me
Like a Pisces
When I am
Weak
I've been buried
Inside your
Heart-shaped box
For weeks
I've been drawn
Into your
Magnet tar pit
Trap
I wish
I could
Eat your cancer
When you
Turn black
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt
To your
Priceless advice
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Friday, December 14, 2007
filed under: dog
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 13, 2007
This is probably re-hashed from a joke I heard about blondes.....
So Ken and Barbie got married. Not too hard to imagine I'd think.
Barbie got pregnant and both herself and Ken are downright happy, in a ditsy kind of way - "It's like, we're having a baby! Isn't that cool?".
Ken rushed into the delivery room when the nurse called for him. He was absolutely beaming. He saw Barbie who was tired from all the panting and pushing.
"Congratulations Mr Ken, you've got twins!"
Ken was admiring one of the babies when the nurse pushed another into his arms. Shocked, he asked Barbie, "Why are there two babies? Who else did you sleep with?"
Barbie, practically half-dead, replied, "I thought I had already spat it out......."
filed under: funnies
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Thursday, December 13, 2007
Have been looking at them since March 2007. And it's finally time to wear these but where to get Pea Coats that seemed to be designed by Hedi Silmane?
Slim, tapered without epaulettes. Black. Medium sized buttons. Lightweight. Not too thick.
Oh, and can I buy the weather along to go with it?
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Time to take stock. I posted this entry late last year:
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filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Wednesday, December 12, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Of all the lyrics that were ever given to me, this one beats all the rest, hands down. She liked the one by Fiona Apple. I preferred the one by Rufus Wainwright.
The movie, based on the musical of the same name, is a love story between a guy named (Hey) Jude and a girl named Lucy (In The Sky With Diamonds).
Official Site here. Opens in Singapore 27 Dec 07. The tagline for the movie is predictably "All You Need Is Love".
filed under: cisum stuff, movie
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 11, 2007
This entry by the lakeside girl is magic!
The first and last line of each "stanza" is so nicely put.
I hope she don't mind me linking.... =P
Extract:
Some things in this world go on forever - like discontentment ...............
A seemingly self-replenishing substance.
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Hahaha.....classic.
Was there "It's Complicated ™" in 2000?
From xkcd.
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 10, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 10, 2007
I know
I would apologize if
I could see your eyes
Cause when you showed me
Myself
I became
Someone else
But I was caught in
Between all you wish for
And all you need
I picture you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You can't keep awake
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 10, 2007
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Monday, December 10, 2007
Yesterday afternoon, just was yewfei and I were at the resort reception, I got an sms from mum asking if I wanted dinner. She asked me on Friday when ZoukOut was and I told her it was Saturday. So it was another case of short-term selective memory. I gave a short reply: Not going home.
Stay where pls? - her reply.
Sentosa. Making underaged girls pregnant. - my reply.
She went on to sms about how her right brain is telling her I'm joking. Left brain worried. And that it wasn't so bad if I were to give her grandchildren right now.
I thought for while. Showed it to my yewfei. Had a laugh...
"Let you know in 9 mths."
Wicked!
filed under: funnies
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 09, 2007
kittystar was mentioning over her minuscule swirl of red wine, and i over a gin tonic, about my "a song a day" series.
was wondering if i should start putting in the song titles for each entry.
after 5 seconds, i'm kind of decided. i will not.
because that was not the premise on which i started the tag.
see here and here. but if anyone have difficulty, just ask. =)
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 09, 2007
And let me f
---------------a
-----------------l
------------------l
into the dream of the astronaut
Where I get lost in s p a c e
That goes on forever
And you make all the rest just an afterthought
And I believe it's you who could make it better
Though it's not
No it's not...
No it's not...
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 09, 2007
filed under: rants
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, December 09, 2007