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Of Liverpool

I like how Rafa is so emotionless even when a critical goal is shot

I like how he is always so serious taking down notes while everyone else is jumping and cheering

I like how benayoun, riera and kuyt are so pia for liverpool

I like how torres scores in the first magical goal and then totally changes the pace of the game

I like how strong the midfielders of liverpool are: mascherano! alonso! benayoun! riera!

But their weaker defense is always very frustrating (but carragher is good!)

As well as their inconsistency and draws.

But I like how liverpool is serious about their techniques

I like alonso’s far shots

I like their younger players as well: ngog, agger

I like that they have many spaniards! rafa, torres, riera, alonso

And so, that’s why I’m a liverpool supporter

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world … world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

just some updates to let you know im still alive.

the term is reaching another end.
so far, i’ve done four terms in sm/u, and am reaching the end of my second year. how fast can time fly? it seems only a wink ago that i’ve stepped into sm/u.
hv i enjoyed the four terms? immensely. but hv i suffered ? considerably i think. emotionally drained, physically tired. i’ve encountered glimpses of giving up , but i was brought back again and again. especially during the holidays where the things i do seem much more meaningful than what i do during sch term.
exams are coming, inching closer as i type every letter into this page. but i’m not affected that much.
am i numb to it already? the sm/u mugging and competitive culture? maybe so. i’m already going on to my third year. if i’m not used to it yet, who is ?
but interestingly yet, though i’m used to the bulk of presentations, my tummy still get the butterflies whenever i stand up there to present to the class. but as i’ve said, im getting used to it.

but at times i think to myself, what am i doing all this for? what am i doing all these “getting-used-to” for? the bottomline: simply to get a job. to earn money. to become more attached to this materialistic world. delving deeper and deeper within this superficiality and trapped within the materialism and plastic things.

getting used to it. thinking of breaking away. doing things that i truly want to learn instead. isnt this what life for ?

so i seek pleasure in the simpler things like
blasting the music and listening to The Script.
indulging in mafia wars.
playing on my organ. but this can go on for hours and then i get painfully sucked back into reality. that time is running out. for the dreaded exams. 2 more weeks to temporary freedom.

i miss hanging out with my old pals . wendy, lydia, eliz, weilin, jess your missed. siti, sarah, whoever is reading this. you are, too missed.

Dream

One of my dreams is to cycle to school…

which I can’t do in S’pore.

Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down

Iron and Wine – Flightless Bird, American Mouth

hey there broken.

Hey there broken

why the sad smile

has the rain

washed all your contradictions away?

Hey there broken

have you been waiting all ur life

to say that you’ve found what you’ve been looking for

like me?

Hey there broken

why the sudden change

why the change in tone

why the sad sad change

why are you killing yourself so slowly, softly…

Down down down

I’m crying tonight and hoping that tomorrow, everything will be alright

Everything will flow

Watch the early morning sun
Drip like blood from the day
See the crazy people run
So many games to play
See the blue suburban dream
Under the jet plane sky
Sleep away and dream a dream
Life is just a lullaby

Ah Ah Ah
And everything will flow

Watch the day begin again
Whispering into the night
See the crazy people play
Hurrying under the light
A million cars, a million trains
Under the jet plane sky
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Life is just a lullaby

The neon lights in the night tonight will say
Everything will flow
The stars that shine in the open sky will say
Everything will flow
The lovers kissed with an openness will say
Everything will flow
The cars parked in the hypermarket know
Everything will flow

Suede – Everything will flow