Let There Be Love

I must say, i wasnt the least bit surprised we didnt find ourselves frolicking under the sun at Sentosa on Saturday, i knew we werent going to make it, its just one of those things we do, making plans and not keeping them. Nevertheless, it was a good weekend. It wasnt extraordinary nor fantabulous or anything like that, just comfortable, and it was enough. Despite the unsolved mystery where you found yourself on the couch in the middle of the night, i figured it wasnt all that bad a weekend for you too, you cold fish.

Saturday afternoon was spent sipping coffees at Starbucks and lamenting about the dreadful weather, it was drizzling and as much as i love the rain, it wasnt all that refreshing with the temperature at 35 degrees celsius. Then i saw her, she was smiling blissfully, seemingly oblivious to the rushing crowd, her gray hair tied up in a bun, her skirt bouncing merrily as she danced to Bananarama's Love In The First Degree with her imaginary partner, well, imaginary only because i couldnt see what she saw. I smiled, for a fleeting moment, i imagined how it would be like to be her. She is what some people would call, a nutcase. I figured she was happier than every other person on the street, her world was one filled with music and dancing. Her smile was contagious, if insanity is a disease, maybe we should all be so lucky to be infected.

I'm broke, again. It seems like i've been broke for the longest time. I've decided to do something personal for christmas gifts this year, not that i've given any christmas presents for the last couple of years. I guess its about time! :) I guess this is it for now. Ohhhh and i love love love love love Oasis' Let There Be Love, hence the title.


Oasis - Let There Be Love

Who kicked a hole in the sky, so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Let there be love, Let there be love

I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream
Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams

Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love

Come on baby blue
Shake up your tired eyes the world is waiting for you
May all your dreaming fill the empty sky

But if it makes you happy
Keep on clapping
Just remember I'll be by your side
And if you don't let go
Its gonna pass you by

Who kicked a hole in the sky, so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love
Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love, Let there be love

Crestfallen

It wasnt supposed to be like that. Its me isnt it? I am the disease. I keep getting sucked into the deep, dark blackhole of unhappiness. I am never going to be happy, ever, am I?

I Quit

You know what? I just ran out of excuses for your behaviour, so there, I quit.

There was a time when
I would go walking backwards
Round the world if you said you're mine
And I'd run blindfold down the
Kings Road Monday morning
If you'd just for once arrive on time
But you turned into another liar
And you came on like a new Messiah
So before you say what you desire
I'm telling you now?

I Quit! I Quit!
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I Quit! I Quit!
The situation's vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

I got my hands dirty while you rolled cigarettes
With one eye on the time
I tried my hardest, I've been conscientious
But I'm taking back that heart of mine
You can't roll me round your tongue no more baby
It's time to clear up your emotional debris
And if I'm falling overboard, please don't save me
'Cos I'm telling you now?

I Quit! I Quit!
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I Quit! I Quit!
The situation's vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

It's too late to say you're sorry

You're just like every other lover
A shot rings out and you go running for cover
And I'm so sorry that I can't be your mother
And I'm telling you now?

I Quit! I Quit!
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I Quit! I Quit!
The situation's vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit!
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

Merry-go-round

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides

Cuba: you've got to be fair to her, she loves you and if you don't love her, you've got to tell her

She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart if you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there

She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away


There are times where i'd feel so tired of the game of merry-go-round, I'd kick myself for getting on in the first place. I want someone who can stop whatever it is he is doing, however important it may be, lift his head up to the skies with me and watch the crescent and the stars with all their splendor, and just be. Halt. Standstill. Just for a minute. It really is that simple. Just you and me. No words necessary. You didnt. Perhaps you wanted me to do the exact same thing with you and the Eddie Murphy movie, perhaps we are alike, perhaps not. No more thinking, i need to rest for now.

My Big Fat Greek Frog? Prince?

There are more words than one i can think of to sum up the week - bizarre, weird and ermm, a carousel ride too maybe? Dont get me wrong, its all that, in a good way. For a while now, i have a sneaking suspicion that i might be a bit of a drama queen, which is, at my age, not a very desirable quality. It all started last Saturday, a disconcerting answer to a question i asked pretty much upset me the entire week, until Thursday that is. Like they say, tragedy, given time, is comedy. And so, a bad movie, a good meal, a live band, and a couple of drinks managed to turn things around and made what seemingly was a lousy week into one that promises to be an enchanting weekend of romance, or so i thought. Then it happened, our first fight. Over something grotesquely moronic. I dont know if you can call it a fight, there were no hurling of insults at one another, no harsh words, not even the flashing of fiery eyes and to be honest, i was so titillated by the prospect of our first fight that it was hard for me to keep a straight face, in fact, i almost burst out in laughter while you were ignoring me. Fortunately i didnt, it would have been the worst thing to do in a fight, or a non-fight, whatever you call it.

Truth be told, i feel inadequate and little when i am with you. I feel the constant need to be smarter, wittier, funnier, prettier and girlier, all of which i am a far cry from. So why me? When you can have any girl your heart desires? Well, pretty much any girl apart from Kate Hudson, i dont really think you're her type. Sometimes i cringe at my lack of uniqueness, something, anything, that sets me apart from your run-of-the-mill 26-year-old. My flaws are evident, as hard as i try to hide them. I hate it when a sms from you sends my heart leaping, I hate it when i feel more, i hate it that i cant figure you out, i hate it when i know that you are all that i've ever wanted and i have nothing to back me up, i especially hate it when you see right through me. Despite the above, there were good times, like that afternoon at Starbucks where i had my legs on your lap while you read your papers and myself, 1984 (yes, i am still at it). And the night we cuddled in bed, no words were spoken, you lifted my head gently and planted kisses on my lips, and then i said dont do that, i dont mean to stop kissing me, but dont, dont melt my heart like you did.

How is it possible that i find myself once again in a labyrinth, and no matter which way i go, it keeps leading me back to the same spot, the spot where i found you? I guess there is nothing i can do but to hope that you do not devour me like Minotaur did ehh? So how did the barbeque go? Met the Greek chick you wanted yet? When you said "we" dont do jealousy, you mean blokes who think with their floppy disks right? You didnt let me finish that day before you spat on me, i was about to say that your funny accent, a cross between British and Greek? Love it.