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Singin' The Blues

Its one thing to dream, and another thing to see your dreams broken before your very eyes.

You give your hand to me And then you say hello And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well But you don't know me... It's all my fault of course. I was and am ever the romantic idealist - in other words, foolish. But that's the thing about dreams, they have a way of getting you so drunk on them that nothing else seems to matter. No you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips Longs to hold you tight Oh I am just a friend That's all I've ever been Cause you don't know me It always boils down to how much you're willing to understand, give way, and eventually adjust. Nothing's perfect, I know, but that's a lesson I've never seemed to learn. I never knew the art of making love No my heart aches with love for you... Who said life was fair, nice, and good, anyway? How terribly daft I must be t…


I am destined to be alone and miserable.
To stare idly at nothingness; to fantasize about the impossible; to wish for things that can never be achieved; to hope for a love that can never be given.
To sit like a statue in and be surrounded by darkness; to cry and yet not shed a single tear.
To not care and feel nothing; or at least be adept at hiding pain and frustration; to always seem to move on and yet in truth dwell in the past; to forgive but never forget.
To be ruled by fear rejection and yet foolishly try and try again to establish a connection; to fail at it; to try again, and again, and again, and again; and disappoint myself each and every time.
To want to love and be loved in return, and find only emptiness and loneliness.
To have people think I’m crazy; and yet know that they just don’t understand; to have to suffer the indignation of having to notice every bit of ignorance, stupidity, and narrow-mindedness the world possesses and hate it; all the while grappling with the rea…

Random Thoughts From the MRT and LRT

1. The MRT and LRT are extensions of hell - the people push and shove at each other, to hell with that poor pregnant woman; screw that old lady - as long as they get inside. You'd think we were being besieged by aliens or something.

2. The bra in no longer considered underwear. Yes, stick 'em out, sister!

3. The beeping sound means that if you do not get into the train this very moment, you will die.

4. I know I'm supposed to listen to that garbled thing I'm hearing over the PA system, but I don't speak... uhh... that thingy... uhh...

5. That thing you're smelling now? You don't want to know.

6. "Von Dutch" is now the leading imitation fashion label. It doesn't matter that the name sounds more like a very bad milk brand than a clothing label.

7. I didn't know some people considered falling down into a fellow unknown passenger a lot of fun. That's why there are handrails, idiot.