DAVE MATTHEWS BAND
DIGGING A DITCH

Run to your dreaming, when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off the phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m

Digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I’m old
Digging a ditch my story’s told

Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise
Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Where all these questions spinnin' around in my head will die
Will die
Will die

Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m

Digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I’m through
Digging this ditch I’m digging for you

Where all these disappointments that grow angry out of me will die
Where all these habits that hold heavy on my heart will die

Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Not what you should be or what you’ve become
Just get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m

Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise
Will rise
Will rise
Will rise

Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

YESSSS!!!!!!

SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO MAN..

!TOKYO JIHEN!

haha!

children, pull on your tights.. and give them hell..

how will it be like to just run riot?

30,000 people walking down the street,

a multi-coloured sea of locusts,

flames where eyeballs used to dwell.

authority dies amidst kicks and screams.

sweet raspy guitar rocks riffs for sound track.





dumb dreams,
i walk home in the thick wet midafternoon sun

the gig really drained me

but this song made me feel much better.

Ants Marching

He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die

5 and a half months left.
jamming more and more.
songs to learn.
pressure.

it stirs in me happiness, a purpose.
but not as much as i would like.

as much as i have been going out,
i miss one thing badly;


"i'll leave you some soup. warm it up and drink it when u get back."

my 2nd lung has returned.

i can breath again.

i can run again.


(drumbag found!)
=)

i'm stuck by a major tragedy.

i am crippled.

yet.

i have a chance to refocus.


WTF IS MY BLOODY DRUMSTICK BAG?!?!?!?!

where the hell is the hard disk?!?!?!



i hate computer hardware

it's crazy now..

u can't even tell it's midnight anymore..

it's just noon without sunlight.

good thing i'm home tho..

HAHAHAHAHA!

blast from the past.

"Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars?"

if i had my way, Gold 90.5 would be playing this song!

ah well.

i'm the juggernaut, b*tch!

most of you would realize that i have been frequenting a jamming studio in simei recently,
mostly due to neighbours with super sensitive ears & retire to bed at 7 pm.

so i have to pay cash to play when i have all the equipment at home.
sucks.
(got pissed and drew on my drumskins, see previous post)

it's all well & good tho, i do get to try double pedals and stuff.

but one thing that i find amazing is the immense strength of the people that play the drums there..

the things that look like hay in the picture are parts of a broken drumstick.
notice how there is dust of a identical colour tone.

the drummer who did this didn't just break a stick,
he SHATTERED it.

W.....T.....H.....

okok.. here's an update! i went shopping for drum stuff today!

• cymbal crown (didn't fit) *sob*
• snare attachment to fit cowbell an tambourine ( yay!)
• practice pad that can be strapped to my knee (double yay!)

my new almost complete drumset!

wanted 2 take a picture of the practice pad, but bro took back his phone,
so no more camera.

too bad it's 2am, can't wait 2 play it soon!

whee! feel like a kid on christmas

"their time done, they passed out of the gates to freedom, for the second time"

happy ORD Kee Wee and Desmond!

"Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train...come take me home..."

Pasir Ris ( I've been here a long time)

an overwhelming air of mid-teen bliss,
hormones raging,
weakly corrupted by conscripted pains.
digital dreams
scraping my eardrums,
quietly suburban lanes.

the breeze blows cooler here,
Sun's little daggers,
find their blades dulled.
thick fluffy down that slows you,
willingly.

ruined by company,
yet leaving you lonely,
mind you, you're twenty!

awaken to chimes on bicycles,
to bodies of water,
small benches at bus-stops.
I see myself at every corner,
I've walked every path of the park.
the longer I stare,
slowly,
growing smaller.

almost home.

you're right, you're absolutely right.

the origin of angst



" We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control"

who says pop drumming can't be lyk power??

i give u.

(look out for bridge!)

i found myself stuck in a studio in chinatown watching a band playing chinese songs, but the singer ended up sounding thai.

my brother had asked me along to watch him jam wit this band that called him in. the guitarist/singer played songs that required only 4 chords even tho he had a Gibson, the drummer look stoned, my brother looked bored. they all looked 10 years older than me.

in the midst of d cacophony, i did wat i least expected to do. i started tinking... i noticed that tt this was wat i wanted 2 do. it's a purpose, a legacy they leave behind. i did manage to prove myself when the ting wuz over. but wat was d point? there's nowhere for me 2 go.

i've been a bum just looking for tings to do.. an now i feel damn guilty.

apologies to all who i have whined to an bugged..

i have got 2 make d best of my life..

i've got 2 occupy myself..

cuz seriously, i have gotta carry this weight by myself.

haiz*

some songs just ring in your head..

this is 1 of them






Pearl Jam - Worldwide Suicide

I felt the earth on Monday, It moved beneath my feet.
In the form of a morning paper, Laid out for me to see.

Saw his face in a corner picture, I recognized the name.
Could not stop staring at the, Face I'd never see again.

It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over

It's the same everyday in a hell manmade
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?

The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

Medals on a wooden mantle, Next to a handsome face.
That the president took for granted,
Writing checks that others pay.

And in all the madness, thought becomes numb and naive.
So much to talk about, nothing for to say.

It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devils on their shoulder

Laying claim to the take that our soldiers save
Does not equate, and the truth's already out there

The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

Looking in the eyes of the fallen
You got to know there's another, another, another, another, another way

It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over

It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devils on their shoulder

The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide.

The whole world, World over.
It's a worldwide suicide. 

i still can't slp on weekends

part 2!

i feel this take is beta..

by alot..

an yeah..

it's narcissist.

every1 is entitled to narcicism (is tt how it's spelt?)

here's mine.

2nd take up soon..

*hee*

GOD...
i wish i wish i wish..

we are all raindrops, trying to make the biggest ripple in the ocean

THIRD EYE BLIND:
How's it gonna be

I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder, what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder, is there anything I'm gonna miss

I wonder
How's it gonna be
When you don't know me
How's it gonna be
When you're sure I'm not there 
How's it gonna be
When there's no one there to talk to you 
Between you and me
'Cause I don't care
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be

Where we used to laugh
There's a shouting match 
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch 
A silence I can't ignore
Like the hammock by the doorway we spent time in
Swings empty 
I don't see lightning like last fall 
When it was always about to hit me 

I wonder
How's it gonna be
When it goes down
How's it gonna be
When you're not around
How's it gonna be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
'Cause I don't care 
How's it gonna be

How's it gonna be 
When you don't know me any more 
And how's it gonna be 

Want to get myself back in again 
The soft dive of oblivion 
I want to taste the salt of your skin 
The soft dive of oblivion, oblivion

How's it gonna be
When you don't know me any more 
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be

y can't i slp at nite on weekends?

extreme boredom has resulted in
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.
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a skill learnt in camp being put into practise.

kudos to kee wee..

this pic's instantly emo.. hahah

it consumes me.

a song that lessens burdens,
and ode to reignite passion.
rise up,
rise up.
away from that acrid pleasure!
prise us from the seductive bitterness,
the flute that leaves you
spinning, swirling,
alone.

hope has blossomed,
yet is refused an audience.
veiled glory peeking thru,
foolishly ignored.

rise up,
rise up.
spread the binds,
stir up from dejection,
the journey,
your episode,
must run its course.

YES!!!!
finally got wat i wuz looking for.. seems kinda implusive.. but wth..
it sounds great..

i give u the new fave cymbal..

my 11 inch turkish splash

a less than $100 cymbal beats lousy zildjian

i m thus converted

well.. it's not done.. but it's getting there..
feel lyk i've gotten my mojo back..
lyk now..
this is all so new and exciting..

*WHOOOO*

hmmm there are times when u juz question urself.. wat r u doing wit urself?

where are u going?

what's this life for?

i feel unsatisfied..

but i guess it's juz a phase..

i'll get thru it..

=)

description of my life so far:

"i hate my life! i hate my job! and MOST of all, i hate YOU! and you... and you... and you... an you... ... ..."


no i'm not tt emo in person

fine i'll stop writing weird shit..

my life my life my life..

sex an violence.. erm...

A FEMALE PRAYING MANTIS BITES OF THE HEAD OF A MALE DURING INTERCOURSE TO FACILITATE EJACULATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*BISH*

*BLOOD GUSHES OUT*

*SQUIRT*

*YAY!*


one more utterly useless bit of information..


i should tell u abt my life..

i shouldn't bitch.. cuz ppl mite read an it's funnier when i tell u in person.. or when u hear my voice..

guns are phallic symbols.. and Singapore is moving towards shrinking our rifles.

"for better maneuverability in tight spots!"

wheee!!

playlist

let it speak to me.
pluck a line.
squeeze a circle in
to a square.
it fits.

cling on with fervor,
claimed linage.

process reengaged

rag tag tapestry,
with vulgarly mismatched colours,
monster,
mutant,
self-protrait

a time for memories,
a minute to admire the past.
a runner glances,
he's come far.
but all in all, about halfway.
landmarks by d side,
passing them one by one,
each one passed ensures rejuvanation.
ah!
but the effect is stifled by fatigue
the end is still far.
nearing tho,
nearing still,
not soon enough.


step by step ya? =)
missing u*

Songs For a Moping Joash:

1. Plain White T's : Hey There Delilah
2. Saosin: I Can Tell There Was an Accident
3. Story of the Year : Until the Day I Die
4. Mayday : Er Wo Zhi Dao
5. All American Rejects : The Last Song
6. Dishwalla : Angels and Devils
7. Goo Goo Dolls: Black Balloon
8. Jimi Hendrix : Little Wing
9. KT Tunstall : Other Side Of the World.
10. Eagle Eye Cherry: Save Tonight
11. Pearl Jam : Black
12. Pearl Jam : Last Kiss
    
13. Snow Patrol : Run
14. 3rd Eye Blind : How's it Gonna Be
15. Finch : What it is to burn.
16. Adema : Giving in
17. Fort Minor : Where'd U Go
    
18. Joash: random irritating whines and moans of displeasure.

more playlists as my mood changes

i feel shitty.

dun tell me i shld cheer up..

i wanna mope..

ARGH!!!!

it's almost here.. time's running out.. i can onli hope d light at d end comes faster..

glad there is an end..

i m, despite my whining, excited for u.. '

will miss u a HELL lot!

still feel lyk it hasn't sunk in yet.. but it's creeping in lyk d venom ting.. haha

i could quote a thousand songs to tell u how i feel now,

but it all boils down to this..

i'll miss u, everything abt u

please take care, have fun an come back soon!





Let's waste time again,
Let's waste time again.
pointless as it seems,
Let's waste time again.

It's not like we have a better plan,
It's not like we want, but it's gonna end.
Just clinging to clouds in futile attempts.

a step to tomorrow,
a cesspool of fear,
an empty landscape,
a river of tears.
Let Me Drown.

Let's waste time again,
Let's waste time again.
pointless as it seems,
Let's waste time again.

A beautiful prospect, it's all calm,
Silent tranquility, Time's hands slow,
In her rotation, blissfully numb.

a muse,
merely.
of things unattainable,
yet forcing fantasy.
a perfect fit,
a castle of mist,
tip-tapping raindrops on the face of hope.
awakening its slumber.
passion renewed.
strong swaying with gentle whispers,
yet only to be admired awhile.
as rain dispenses smoke.
she remains,
merely,
a muse.

like the pea under layers of mattresses.

pinned down but not fatally.

sian-ness defined.

a walk through the land of constantly pervasive
anti-climatic feelings.


that's just what life is.

it's never as good or as bad as anticipated.

all pulls you back to equilibrium.

*ha.... ha.... ha....*

the words of the dead grant them immortality

an ending?
sick an twisted.
move to point,
pay thru blood.

a list to do,
set aflame.

a flood of pain,
enforces confusion.
cries i cast.
wrong places,
wrong results.

tears.

still i fail to look Up.
a reluctant Atlas.
Swaying.

please please please..........

Freak On A Leash

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Every time I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.

Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.

Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace 

Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay.
Something takes a part of me.

Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free

Chorus

Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema

GO!

So...fight! something on the...
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the...
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the...
Fight...some things they fight

Chorus

Part of me...
Oh...

it my mind, something clicked..

2 long hav we let old ppl insult us..

we hav juz said, 'we see how it goes next time..'

no1 ever tells them they screwed up..

well..

i can respect sum1 cuz of his rank, but tt's d army. outside.. who r u 2 demand respect when u insulted my family?

an still stick 2 ur blinkered logic..

i dun wanna name u..

but clearly, i dun respect u an i wun fake a smile..

i finally let it out of my system..

anger never felt so.. liberating..

it's juz.. volatile..

Fuckin' Up

Mindless drifter on the road
Carry such an easy load
It's how you look,
and how you feel
You must have
a heart of steel.

Why do I keep fuckin' up?

I can see you on a hill
Comatose but walking still
Curves beneath
your flowing gown
Only I could
bring you down.

Why do I keep fuckin' up?

Dogs that lick
and dogs that bite
Hounds that howl
through the night
Broken leashes
are all over the floor
Keys left hanging
in a swinging door.

Why do I keep fuckin' up?

Keep fuckin' up!

HAHAHA! PART 2.. see previous post for previous part.. =P

HAHAHA! more randomness!

remember tt little penguin from Happy Feet who raps?

i found the song! hahaha

'don't push me cause i'm close to the edge. i'm trying not to lose my head!'

Ananova:
Opik fell for Cheeky Girl's brains

Liberal Democrat MP Lembit Opik says he fell for his Cheeky Girl lover because she challenges him intellectually.

He told Hello! magazine that it was not Gabriela Irimia's curves that won him over.

Lembit, 41, said: "She challenges me intellectually. Our relationship is not based on lust.

"It's primarily a relationship of intellect and meeting of minds.

"I don't see her as a Cheeky Girl, I see her as Gabriela, who really holds my emotional and mental attention."

But Gabriela, 24, said: "I'd never heard of him before in my life! I was never into politics."

Lembit also revealed MPs regularly sing The Cheeky Song (Touch My Bum) to him in the Commons - "very badly".

His ex-fiancee Sian Lloyd, 48, is interviewed in the same edition of the mag and gets bigger billing on the front cover.

Wednesday 17th January 2007


Cheeky... Girls....? erm.. weren't they lyk the one hit wonders from.... my sec 4 daes??
ananova.com rocks

babe! this is totally for u!

=)



love u dear! =)

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear

we should never have to beg for ppl to care.

elo from camp! damn sian..

using the communal computer.. onli com wit msn in the whole camp?

wat the.. haha got till 130pm..

the computer comforts me.. hahaha! it's lyk a singular link to the outside world.. haha..

missing evry1!