i am still stumbling upon stuff to throw away as i seek to close a chapter of my life.

ok before i say anything, let me make this clear, I LIKE THIS SONG.

with that said, to borrow an idea from Yuqin, that good composition ≠ good song writing.

seriously, look at the lyrics!!! FREAKING MELODRAMA LA!

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying, "If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?"
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Policeman says, "son you can't stay here."
I said, "there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year."
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move.

"The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved"


In other news, everyone is entitled to self-promotion, so here are a set of Aerowane videos.

"my personal fave"

Man, I really don't like uniform groups.

the above is a mock form for the US army for "Hurt Feelings".

While I found this slightly hilarious, it is telling of a culture of "manliness" that is bred within those walls. This may be all an well for some mindset of toughness to be cultivated, it gets very stifling should you have problems.

In 2008, at least 128 soldiers committed suicide in the US army. Armies are never known for their transparency.

I guess it's not so easy to laugh now.

a mug's life

if anyone remembers i used to have a brown mug for many years, which was broken recently.

in my desperate need for a tool to put my drinks in, i chose this fully functional but totally boring mug, which happened to be given free after buying lots of milk.
(which i love to drink.)

last week, in a raid to get my Godbrother a mug, i noticed that i had many mugs that i could choose from, which weren't free and boring.

to cut the long story short, i chose this huge-ass, or mouth mug, which seemed to work for me.

here is the other side of the mug.

my dad suggested i use one which he got on a gift exchange on the extreme left below. years of non-exercise, however made me think twice about attempting to lift it to drink, especially on those sleep-dazed stupors i will get now that school is restarting.

...
and the mugs lived daily in servitude to their masters..
...
the end.

well, happy new year to all! =)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I miss the beach.

Well the semester is ending, and i hope i survive ( i think i just jinxed myself).

but i miss going to the beach to just chill, not swim, but maybe eat.

heh.

I guess the following places don't really like the beach very much.

/facepalm

MOTHER!!!! why you buy teddy bear shower curtain for us??????????

i know my brother had a teddy bear last time, but i didn't!

and that was like when he was what, 3? haha

i guess my mum doesn't really think we care that much about shower curtain design, which we don't, but this is freaking hilarious!

hahaha!

*peaceout*

Joash Hates:

EMO BLOGS.
(yet he realises some of his older posts quite emo. damn less than satisfactory past!)

test.

Episodes.

okok!!! i'll update!!

i just realized my grandmother nags on a series of maybe 3 topics, over series of about a month, then she changes. Very much like an announcement of the term.

I'm not complaining, just finding it quite hilarious. 2 months ago was the "Joash, don't eat to many potato chips and fries ok?" which is strange, cause seriously don't go walking around the house with a pack of chips consistently, I eat bread! (yes I am a carb addict.)

well. on the topic of bread, she just got a new catch phrase. this term's phrase is:

"Joash, don't eat overdue bread!!"

she comes by my place every sat, calling me at 9 am-ish, waking me up from the only day i have to sleep in to ask me what food i want ( i ALWAYS answer sleepily "anything"). when she gets here, she checks the bread, then proceeds to confiscate them to feed birds if they are near the expiry date.

hmmm did i mention i hate pigeons??
no-mental-acivity-eyed-flying-shits.

well, in the mean time, all i can do is wait till my grandma hears something new on the radio.

well. yeah. here you go! hahah!

school is still tiring but there are many distractions to my studying, stupid elven blood being the latest. ahaha maybe i'm just a distracted person.

ok here you go!

=)

Wheeee! total distraction! me and singer ann totally wasting a night fooling with this.

anyway, a shoutout to my little sister michelle ("mui mui" right?)

Didn't post last time cause it was a sad post about 9/11. cheers!

essays are killing me.

it's really scary how easily influenced we can be to do the most destructive and insane things.

a few hours ago, seven years ago, the world changed.

i guess we never really knew how momentous the event was when it happened, but now we see how far we've come.

i told you so.

i have mentioned this a few times, but somehow i never got round to taking a picture as proof.

but it's true, don't take my word for it. don't ask me to explain how this thing works, cause i have no f-ing idea.

i don't need to make any sick jokes, cause this is gross enough as it is.


i think u can see my head and my phone in the reflection from the shiny paper.

seriously.

God bless our glorious nation.


There is always a in other news page, so here is a picture of an obviously non-local box of panadol.

(with that said, my computer is trying to correct the word 'panadol', and suggesting I change it to 'Panasonic'. Computer maker's obviously don't like pharmaceutical workers)

i have a brain worm!

Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa

She hangs her head and cries in my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what's making you sadly?
Open your door - don't hide in the dark.
You're lost in the dark - you can trust me.
'Cause you know that's how it must be.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

Her eyes like windows trickelin´rain
Upon the pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in her hall, she can't hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
I'll do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

erm.

Perhaps i don't know much about girls, cause i don't happen to be one.

But could someone enlighten me as to how the below mentioned conversation could even take place?

I mean, people SHARE?!

this was found in Cineleisure B1; i don't know which is worse, the idea of the conversation, of the fact that a flagrant display of engrish is shown.

maybe only in Korea (this was outside a Korean dept store, which from outside, didn't sell any of the above-mentioned garments.)

another lower quality picture for viewing.

don't tell me you can't relate to this picture!!

another post for the mini-fruits series.

MINI PEACH!


i see my wallet in the background. i need a new one.

yes.

more work related weirdness

now this is a story not for the faint of heart.

i usually use the executive toilet at work. this is totally NOT a sign of status, they just leave the keys around for everyone to use.

well, in there there is only one cubicle, and it was taken up on this particular day. thus i had to use the public toilet. not that it affected me in any way.

at least not yet.

entered the stall, or whatever the hell u call the mini room with a toilet bowl, i notice a the scene described in the above-displayed picture.

i was hit with a question; which was worse, the fact those streaks was most likely to be someone's excrement, or the fact that there is some one as "boh-liao"* as to smear his excrement on the wall.

that, is a major question for the philosophers.


*BOH LIAO (Contributed by AA)
Hokkien for "nothing better to do". Dangerously idle. In Mandarin, it's "wuliao".
"What for he go and do that sort of thing? Must be damn bo liao."
(http://www.talkingcock.com/html/lexec.php)

i can't say grunge is my influence anymore.

but this sure is a good song.

damn i sound freaking sad, but there is no way i can play like matt cameron.




Temple of the Dog - Hunger Strike

I dont mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadents
But i cant feed on the powerless, when my cups already overfilled
Yeah
But it's on the table, the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
Blood is on the table, their mouths are all choking
But I'm goin' hungry
Yeah

I don't mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless, when my cup's already overfilled
Oh
But it's on the table, the fire is cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
And it's on the table, their mouths are all choking

But I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)

I dont mind stealing bread (oh, i dont mind)
No i dont mind stealing bread

So i'm going hungry(Going hungry)
I'm going hungry(Going hungry)