I Lie Awake lyrics
Can you hear me screaming
Coming to find you
It's not that I want to
Make it another night alone
This feeling is lonely
Sending me slowly
Hits me so deep
It cuts my bone
Fills my heart
Burns me up
For way too long
For way too long
Here's my hand
Pull me up
Chorus
I lie awake because I'm scared
I'm not as fake as you once heard
But we'll lay down now making sure we
Put these words between us
Can you hear us falling
We're falling faster
It's hard to remember
Where we were at a year before
I thought we were ready
I thought we were steady
'Till the emotion
Hit the floor
Fills my heart
Burns me up
For way too long
For way too long (where did you go)
Here's my hand
To pull me up
Chorus
Don't put these words between us
I lie awake because I'm scared
I'm not as fake as you once heard
But we'll lay down now making sure we
Put these words between us
I lie awake because I'm scared
I'm not as fake as you once heard
And we'll lay these words
And we'll put them down
On the floor beneath us
Don't put these words between us
Don't put these words between us
EVERYBODY'S GOTTA LISTEN TO QUIETDRIVE!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Take me away
Hey people. Just came back from the Cathay after watching a Perfect Getaway. A good movie to watch, with thrill and slight gore. Was amongst the best compared to the movies I watched recently. Totally looking forward to watch Avatar. But the seats for the movie go really fast. Was harnessing the naive thought of watching the movie tonight, going 2 hours before to get the tickets. Fortunately as I checked online, I discovered that there weren't even the front row seats for two for any Cathay cinema.
Ah work kinda sucked today, and I lost my feel for work. Kinda feeling sian everyday going to work.
Okay gonna go sleep now, gotta wake up at 7:30 am tomorrow. Good night babes.
Ah work kinda sucked today, and I lost my feel for work. Kinda feeling sian everyday going to work.
Okay gonna go sleep now, gotta wake up at 7:30 am tomorrow. Good night babes.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Mercy and grace
Hey yo people. I'm back after church camp in Malaysia. The hotel room was awesome. The suite, which we resided in for four days, was huge. The sermons were rather relevant to me and I learnt a lot from this church camp. I'm a good church boy now. It is evident now that there are many table-tennis pros in Herald. Really enjoyed good fights with them. Was unfortunately rather sick in the camp; having flu and not to mention and very sore throat after taking lemon and milo powder in a station game in the Telematch. The buffet food was good and I definitely learnt my lesson from a previous church camp to be wary of Malaysia's water. Drank 7 glasses then for kicks. Puked and filled the whole sink with vomit which looked very similar to shark's fin. That's two lessons learnt in a single incident. Maybe shark's fin is made from human vomit. Yes I'm sure you wanted to know that.
Anyway, have to go back to work tomorrow. Probably working on Christmas eve too. Why do we work so hard for? Mugging our guts for 'O' levels, harnessing the hope of freedom and pleasure after the exam which pushed us on. But finally after working so hard for O levels, we work even harder for cash. How then do we enjoy life since life in Singapore at least is like that. Have been warned of the intensity of the 'A' levels examination and how preparation is essential. And what do I get after mugging for 'A' levels? I go to the army, to get my ass whooped, and my body, to get fit. Seems like time in life is insufficient eh? That's why my point is that one has to learn to have fun while doing serious work. Sounds contradictory but yeah.
Okay that's all folks, shall go back to sleep at 10:30 pm. Got a battle against a Seagate and some Western Digitals tomorrow. Good night.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
1 Corrinthians 13:4
Anyway, have to go back to work tomorrow. Probably working on Christmas eve too. Why do we work so hard for? Mugging our guts for 'O' levels, harnessing the hope of freedom and pleasure after the exam which pushed us on. But finally after working so hard for O levels, we work even harder for cash. How then do we enjoy life since life in Singapore at least is like that. Have been warned of the intensity of the 'A' levels examination and how preparation is essential. And what do I get after mugging for 'A' levels? I go to the army, to get my ass whooped, and my body, to get fit. Seems like time in life is insufficient eh? That's why my point is that one has to learn to have fun while doing serious work. Sounds contradictory but yeah.
Okay that's all folks, shall go back to sleep at 10:30 pm. Got a battle against a Seagate and some Western Digitals tomorrow. Good night.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
1 Corrinthians 13:4
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Hello people. I'm blogging now cause tomorrow's my off-day (Yes I know i said it before. Don't cry.) I feel rather accomplished cause I did 9 samples today which is actually fast. Wow that's like almost 2k earned for the company in 1 day. Unfortunately I don't even earn 5% of this money. Been asked to do O.T til late on thursday cause I'll be gone for another 2 working days. I like my colleagues and my manager, they're sincere people who I definitely enjoy working with. Nevertheless, work is still exhausting, but the rewards are good. Gotta start depositing cash in that account of mine. The amount has been decreasing.. I feel guilty buying two new pairs of jeans, which were purchased in two consecutive days. One black one from Levis' and a sort of white one from Club Marc.
Anyway, I'm currently listening to Quietdrive and Faber Drive. These two bands drive me to work and back home. As whiny as this may sound, THE WEATHER IS FREAKING HOT. I'm melting like a Zhen Wei. Okay okay gonna go exercise and sleep. I'm extremely unfit now. O level ruined me and now work is crushing me down to the ground.
Good night readers. Have a nice day. I hope Santa visits you. Really. He's real. He's really real. He's real really.
Anyway, I'm currently listening to Quietdrive and Faber Drive. These two bands drive me to work and back home. As whiny as this may sound, THE WEATHER IS FREAKING HOT. I'm melting like a Zhen Wei. Okay okay gonna go exercise and sleep. I'm extremely unfit now. O level ruined me and now work is crushing me down to the ground.
Good night readers. Have a nice day. I hope Santa visits you. Really. He's real. He's really real. He's real really.
Monday, December 14, 2009
YO WHAT'S UP BABES. I'M BACK IN BUSINESS. Okay business in ALS Technichem has been too good, keeping me busy with work every second. Have 6 Seagate samples tomorrow for liquid particle counting. Reports have to be out by tomorrow so I've definitely gotta do O.T. I'm definitely looking forward to Wedneday when I'm OFF! Busy day though, gotta be at Lavendar at 830 am to take my passport. Some new policy insists that the owner of the passport collects it personally.
Anyway, sorry, to any of you, who were hoping that I would blog about my mundane life. Work makes time fly. It's like much faster when I do anything else. Lucky? Nah. Have a target of number of samples to complete each day and time never seems sufficient. My LPC lab tech has just taken leave all the way til next year, so the whole lab is mine. Actually it has sort of been for the past 2 weeks since I'm left alone. It's like 4/5 the size of ZHSS school lab; The catch is that it's all solely for my usage.
Oh, and I had a close to death encounter today. Or maybe I'm just exaggerating. Was stuck in the passenger lift of Tropical Industrial Building, 14 Little Road, at about 8:20 am. Together with 10 other colleagues which included my mom, we were stuck in the lift for 45 minutes. A male colleague and I forced the doors apart slightly to create a small gap for ventilation. Peeking through the gap, I noticed that we were about half a metre below basement level. The lift had gone down from the second level, past the first and the basement, down to where we were for 45 minutes. Fortunately there was a little reception and so my mom phoned the office to call the lift maintainence company which I heard was situated VERY CONVENIENTLY at Tuas. Half an hour later when they still didn't come we phoned the civil defence which was just down the road. A couple of male colleagues opened the outer door slightly with tools to allow air into the congested lift which preached about it's capacity of 13 passengers and 900 kg. Okay to cut this long story short, men clad in blue uniform arrived and we got 'rescued' out. Fortunately, no one in the lift was claustrophobic or prone to heart problems. Oh yeah and it was the ladies fortune that there were men there. I wonder how they would force the door open for ventilation without masculine help.
Okay this long post is to make up for not posting since I started work. I shall TMB* to blog.
*Try My Best
Can't acronyms get any more annoying?
18-21 December: Church Camp.
Goodbye friends.
Anyway, sorry, to any of you, who were hoping that I would blog about my mundane life. Work makes time fly. It's like much faster when I do anything else. Lucky? Nah. Have a target of number of samples to complete each day and time never seems sufficient. My LPC lab tech has just taken leave all the way til next year, so the whole lab is mine. Actually it has sort of been for the past 2 weeks since I'm left alone. It's like 4/5 the size of ZHSS school lab; The catch is that it's all solely for my usage.
Oh, and I had a close to death encounter today. Or maybe I'm just exaggerating. Was stuck in the passenger lift of Tropical Industrial Building, 14 Little Road, at about 8:20 am. Together with 10 other colleagues which included my mom, we were stuck in the lift for 45 minutes. A male colleague and I forced the doors apart slightly to create a small gap for ventilation. Peeking through the gap, I noticed that we were about half a metre below basement level. The lift had gone down from the second level, past the first and the basement, down to where we were for 45 minutes. Fortunately there was a little reception and so my mom phoned the office to call the lift maintainence company which I heard was situated VERY CONVENIENTLY at Tuas. Half an hour later when they still didn't come we phoned the civil defence which was just down the road. A couple of male colleagues opened the outer door slightly with tools to allow air into the congested lift which preached about it's capacity of 13 passengers and 900 kg. Okay to cut this long story short, men clad in blue uniform arrived and we got 'rescued' out. Fortunately, no one in the lift was claustrophobic or prone to heart problems. Oh yeah and it was the ladies fortune that there were men there. I wonder how they would force the door open for ventilation without masculine help.
Okay this long post is to make up for not posting since I started work. I shall TMB* to blog.
*Try My Best
Can't acronyms get any more annoying?
18-21 December: Church Camp.
Goodbye friends.
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