he's going off about something you said

he doesn't get your humour like i do

i'm at a bar, it's a typical tuesday night

i'm listening to the kind of music nobody likes

and he'll never know your story like i do

but he wears * socks, i wear tshirts

he's team captain and i'm on the bleachers

dreaming about the day you'll wake up and find

that what you're looking for was here all the time

if you could see that i'm the one who understands you

been here all along so why can't you see?

you belong with me

you belong with me

walking the streets with you in your cut off jeans

i can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

laughing on the park bench thinking to myself

hey isn't this easy?

and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town

i haven't seen it in awhile, since he brought you down

you say you find i know you better than that

hey whatcha doin with a guy like that?

he wears high heels i wear sneakers

he's team captain and i'm on the bleachers

and the self-esteem to match

what a catch

what a catch

whoa whoa whoa

you'll never catch us

so let me be

said i'll be fine til' the hospital

or american embassy

miss flack said i still want you back

yeah

miss flack said i still want you back

i got troubled thoughts

i know you heard this all before, but we're just hell's dreamers

wh-wh-why won't the world revolve around me

build my dreams

trees grow all over the streets

but i don't know much about classic cars

but i got a lot of friends talking classic cold

to see what-hut-hut-hike-media-blitz

let's hear it for america's suitehearts

i must confess

i'm in love with my own sins

been having bouts of anger management issues. managed to keep the anger in, but really toe-ing the line. the most recent and dangerous occurrence was at whampoa food centre. bought a kopi-o for my parents and standing in queue for the popiah, when some uncle bumped into my hand. kopi-o spilt all over my hand, and was mildly scalded. then he walked off without even an apology. scarily the first reaction in my mind was to throw the whole porcelain cup, coffee and all, at his head. fortunately i managed to quelm it down within myself.

another incident was when my character actually came into question. i've always thought of myself to be rather careful ever since university when i'm talking, only letting my cautiousness rest when with close friends. when people began to doubt what i said, interpret things i never meant, and put words in my mouth, i became really enraged. think i can only thank God that i wasn't face to face with the people mentioned. otherwise i could really have had an outburst.

it's scary, when you find yourself shaking so much with rage. it's not even anger. it's the horrible temptation to tear through someone, be it physically or verbally. really pray that i won't feel this side of me ever again.

the whole JCRC thing has really been a disappointment to me. if any comfort can be sought, it is that the JCRC team being assembled right now is of true quality, and from how i see it, will live up to the expectations that is required of them. as a resident i will follow them, and as a friend i will support them. think that's the most basic of what should be demanded of us. hope that those who might see us in a bad light now, come talk to us personally. perhaps only that way will you all be able to see things from the same perspective as us. and only that way can we prove our sincerity and intentions.

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on a separate note, am resting at home now, despite the immense workload that's on me right now. that's cos:

1) apparently i've been allergic to dust and dust mites, probably from my hall room, and that has been causing my month-long cough. aside from the incessant coughing, my nose has also been slowly breaking down, while my ear drums have been getting inflammed.

2) food poisoning last night caused me to have diarrhoea 6 times and vomit 7 times.

well in two seemingly unrelated illnesses, this is what happened:

the forcefulness of my vomiting caused my ear drums to come under such immense pressure that it was painful. as painful as it became to prevent me from sleeping. went to see two docs, and the second (more trusted) doctor came to conclude that my ear drums were bleeding and could have burst. meaning i could have lost my sense of hearing.

only by God's grace am i able to retain my hearing, because i saw a doc for food poisoning. if i had ignored the ear pain and thought i was recovering from the food poisoning, i may be deaf now.

i won't be able to drive anymore.

i won't be able to drum anymore.

i won't be able to film anymore.

i won't be able to listen to music anymore.

i might not be able to talk anymore.

i might not be able to sing anymore.

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