Thursday, May 13, 2004

I lost about 3 paragraph when Opera simply decides to failed on me :(, destroyed most my good mood to update this at all. But well, I haven't done this in a long time, so why not eh ?

The reason I don't update this quite often I guess is simply because I don't see the reason to post what I ate for lunch (Nyonya Chicken with Rice) or dinner (Dominoes Pizza) or what I did 2 hours ago (stucked in a bloody jam as usual). Nop, I really don't see the reasoning to it. I do have however had a few 'grand' things happened to me this past week to make me wanna write this blog :)

Well, first of all, it has been a crazy week, I was at the verge of becoming another proud student of Inti College Subang Jaya they decided to be crap about their student service and some crazy way of me doing things by the instinct, I'm now a student of psychology in the HELP Institute instead ! :D weird it may seem, strange as it may sound, it's true. I have no idea why I entered though, other than the fact that I have a lot of interest in it, despite not knowing a single bit about it, no problem, that's why HELP's here for, to eerrrr..... help i guess. Yes, in the 15th of May, I'd be feeling like a 6 year old all over again for that few seconds before I get bored and wonders when it's all going to be over. Just like a rape victim... :x... it's the dreadful Orientation day guys, I hope it's goin to be a good one, I hope they'll lock us up, throw us into an deserted island like Sipadan and gives us each a bag containing food and some random weapon to fend for ourselves. Only one survivor would be allow to leave the island alive and if there was more than one survivor when the given period is over, all will be killed. That should be fun. At least we'll get the best of the best students from this kind of exercises. Oh good yes I'm hoping :)

Been out on 'gatherings' with few of the #anaroch gangs, and it has been a fun while. Still pretty much am amazed at human beings at times. How a bunch of strangers can sit down together and talk, laugh, chat like we're old friends for years and yet how old friends for years can sit down and have absolutely nothing to talk about, total silence for unknown reasons. There's something I'd be looking forward to understanding coming the near future I hope :) Or maybe someone can offer me the answer now ?

Has been lambasted with questions about why I'm still single from a few friends. Well, I have no freaking idea why to be honest. I've been told with my looks and attitude I can easily get one but I just am not sure. My 'friend' is starting to give me those 'i miss you' talks and anymore of those I'd end what the 'relationship' we share right now. It's cruel and all, but it'll be better than let her or me go into a meaningless relationship, we at it now, but at least still single enough to persue whatever else she wants. But I've been seeing her a lot less now, and I'm sure it'll stop sooner or later. Strange, for a psychologist wannabe, I have absolutely no clue what to do about this. We'll see at this goes along wouldn't we ? Heh.

I hate BitTorrent. In case you don't know what that is, it's a downloading program that lets you download usually entire set of albums, movies or wares. And I've downloaded countless (5) albums off it, most of them new ones that I wanted but can't get in Malaysia in the first place :)~ I've gotten Keane - Hope and Fears and also The Streets - A Grand Don't Come For Free which is my fave album of the week or summat. It also has one of my favourite tune/choon 've heard for some time now... beat this for a grand lyrics.

The Streets - Dry Your Eyes
In one single moment your whole life can turn ’round
Stand there for a minute staring straight in to the ground
Looking to the left slightly then looking back down
My world feels like it’s caved in. Proper sorry frown.
Please let me show you where we could only just be for us
I can change and I can grow, or we can adjust.
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust…
We can even have an open relationship if you must.
I look at her. She stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she’s looking straight through me
And her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity.
When they open up she’s looking down at her feet.


Dry your eyes mate. I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up.
There’s plenty more fish in the sea.

Dry your eyes mate. I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts, but you’ve got to walk away now. It’s over.

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It’s shaking, my life is crashing before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skys
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh.
’Cause I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doing, things I can’t imagine seeing
It weren’t supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I’m begging. Please.
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers ’round mine with the softness she’s blessed with
She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures
By pushing my hand away to my chest, from hers.

Dry your eyes mate. I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up.
There’s plenty more fish in the sea.

Dry your eyes mate. I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts, but you’ve got to walk away now. It’s over.

And I’m just standing there. I can’t say a word.
’Cause everything is just gone. I’ve got nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Trying to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her trying to change what she’s saying
Pull my head level with hers, so she might engage in
Look in to her eyes to make her listen again
“I’m not gonna fucking just fucking leave it all now,
Because you said it’d be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our thing simply crash and fall down?
You’re well out of order now. This is well out of town.”
She pulls away my arms that tightly clamp ’round her waist
Gently pushes me back as she looks at me straight
Turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away.

Dry your eyes mate. I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up.
There’s plenty more fish in the sea.

Dry your eyes mate. I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts, but you’ve got to walk away now. It’s over.

I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Telling you things but not telling straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate. I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up.
There’s plenty more fish in the sea.

Dry your eyes mate. I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts, but you’ve got to walk away now.


It's also features Chris Martin, the lead singer from Coldplay in it, singing the part of the consolating friend, the chorus. Perfect chemistry imho, perfect song.Jus try to beat it. For those who has been through that, I can simply say you will get what he was trying to sing about, trying to express out. It had a great tug of my heart when I first heard it, certainly does bring back floods of memories that I'm not proud of remembering, but still a genuine part of my life.

Well, I guess that's enough rambling for now. Special thanks go pyscho_bbgal aka Alice for all the help she has given to me on the HELP Insitute's thing, good luck for the exams. Also wish me luck for the new course of life I've decided to take, knowing me, I'd prolly need tons of that. Cheers :)

1 Comments:

  • this is an old post so my comment might not reach anyone. but on the off chance someone is still checking this...

    I'm on a mission. its christmas time and I've got a friend who is searching quite hard for the song "Dry your eyes" by the streets. the kicker is she doenst want the album version. she wants the version with Chris Martins from Coldplay.

    would love that version if you have it.

    email: Neonbluestik@hotmail.com

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:30 AM  

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