Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts

There’s always somebody taller
With more of a wit
An easy quipp to enthrall her
And her friends think he’s fit
And you just can’t measure up no
You don’t have a prayer
Wishing you had made the most of her
When she was there
They’ve got engaged
No intention of a wedding
He’s pinched your bird
And he’d probably kick your head in

Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
You’re better off without her anyway
You said you wasn’t sad to see her go
Yeah but I know you were though

He might be one of those boys
That’s all pretty and vain
Likes to go in the sunbed
And stays out of the rain
So that he don’t get his hair wet
You wouldn’t want that
At least he hasn’t got a Nova
Or a Burberry hat

They’ve got engaged
No intention of a wedding
He’s pinched your bird
And he’d probably kick your head in

Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
You’re better off without her anyway
You said you wasn’t sad to see her go
Of course you were

Have you heard what she’s been doing?
Never did it for me
He picks her up at the school gates
At twenty past three
She’s been with all the boys
But never went very far
She wagged English and Science
Just to go in his car

They’ve got engaged
No intention of a wedding
He’s pinched my bird
And he’d probably kick my head in, oh
Now the girls have grown
But I’m sure they still carry on in similar ways

Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
So I’m better off without her anyway
I said I wasn’t sad to see her go
But I’m only pretending, you know
Yeah, I’m only pretending, you know
Yeah, I’m only pretending, you know
Oh I’m only pretending, you know

Oh it hurts alright. The confidence was my Balaclava and I knew the End would reek of salty cheeks. But I was stubborn because apparently that was attractive. I can’t be any less. I won’t take off my Balaclava. Sorry sweetheart, I’d much rather keep on my Balaclava.

Game over.

Time to swap jumpers and make another move.

A Very Peculiar Picnic

No more Fake IDs Marcus. Happy 18th Birthday!

So it was off to Botanic Gardens for Marcus’ Surprise Party which was not too surprising. I was hoping to jump out of the bushes and scare him at some point in time, but I never got the chance.

When I got there, it has been threatening to rain for the past half hour. When located Jill, Valerie and Yunxuan… It began to rain. First it was a drizzle… Then it was bloody pouring. Thing had Gone South.

In addition to this, Marcus and Zach were… Somewhere… And Kin was stranded. Armed with an umbrella I set off to rescue him.

When I found him I nearly burst out laughing. I should have brought my camera! He was standing under this tiny 1×1m thing that could not possibly be called a hut. More like a little roof on a pillar meant only to protect a large board with the Botanic Gardens Map on it. Rescued Kin and headed back to meet the rest.

Marcus and Zach had already arrived. Hah, Marcus was so excited he had his birthday hat on already!

By now, it was a full fledged vertical tsunami. No chance of a picnic out there in the bleeding storm.

We needed to Improvise. So we improvised. Amidst the stares of tourists, drivers and visitors we set up our picnic mats in a… Carpark. Yes, the Botanic Gardens Carpark. It was mostly empty so we weren’t chased off by security.

And.. Well… Let’s let the pictures do the talking…

The Birthday Boy!

Kin, heavily disguised with a fake shirt tee shirt, fake nose, fake glasses and fake mustache. If it weren’t for his camera, we’d all have missed him!

Bon Apetite.

I didn’t get him anything for his birthday, so I nicked some guy’s car keys and gave him a car instead.

I have no explanation for the glassy eyes and stones expression.

Happy. Birthday.

Marcus was going to be happy. Whether or not he liked it.

Cuz gravity sucks.

Reality Conquers All

The alley was dark. Lit only by the neon lights of the many nightclubs. Their soft glow bleeding through the wet alley street.

There were two figures. The Cynic/Realist/Pessimist and the Hopeless/Hapless Romantic. The latter was on the floor, trying to get up. Cowering after the merciless kicks from his tormentor, the trenchcoat clad man who towered over him. He was no match for him.

Love doesn’t conquer all. That bullshit doesn’t work in real life, especially in tennis for goodness sake. Love most certainly does NOT conquer all in tennis.

Reality conquers all. It puts a bullet in the head of every love drunk romantic who thinks he has a chance.

A gunshot rings through the alley.

Love is dead.

From The Ritz To The Rubble

Last night these two bouncers
And one of em’s alright
The other one’s the scary one
His way or no way, totalatarian

He’s got no time for you
Looking or breathing
How he don’t want you to

So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there’s nowt you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realise then that it’s finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line

And you can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain you’ve got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can’t they be pleasant?
Why can’t they have a laugh?

He’s got his hand in your chest
He wants to give you a duff
Well secrectly I think they want it all to kick off
They want, arms flying everywhere and
Bottles aswell it’s just
Something to talk about
A story to tell you

Well I’m so glad they turned us all away we’ll put it down to fate

I said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

This town’s a different town today
This town’s a different town to what it was last night
You couldn’t have done that on a Sunday

That girl’s a different girl today
Said that girl’s a different girl to her you kissed last night
You couldn’t have done that on a Sunday

Well I’m so glad they turned us all away we’ll put it down to fate

I said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don’t make no sense anymore

Sometimes you need someone to push you off the edge. Throw a punch at you, give you a reason to fight back and say your mind.

Or you could just get fucking drunk and get into a bar fight?

Haha, but anyhow, I want to write songs like this. Something real, not superficial bubblegum pop songs. In fact, I’ve come up with names for the songs already. I have completely jumped the gun in this whole musical affair. I want to write songs when I haven’t even learned to play my guitar! But… Well, I can dream can’t I?

Why?

I’ve met god across his long walnut desk with his diplomas on the wall behind him, and god asks me, ‘Why?’

‘Why did I cause so much pain?’

Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of spiritual unique specialness? Can’t I see that we’re all manifestations of love?’

I look at god behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but god’s got this all wrong.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

And god says, ‘No, that’s not right.’

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach god anything.

Viva La Vida

It’s Saturday Night.

And I’m at home. I look at my MSN and almost everyone is offline.

Out partying the night away at Zouk, having a candle lit dinner with their significant other or graffitying some wall in Haji Lane.

I want that. I want a Life. Give me it!

This Is The Life

The following was what I did today…

Woke up at 3pm.

Checked my email and found nothing but junk.

Went to the petrol station for breakfast.

Played The Sims 2 for the first time in months.

Got bored of that and decided it was time for dinner.

Got Fish and Chips from the Coffee Shop. Can’t beat the Fish and Chips there. Actually… Yea, Fish and Company’s New York Fish and Chips does beat it haha.

Tried to play the guitar again. I am trying to get used to the power chord thingies. It is difficult because my fingers end up all over the damn fret board, but I think I am making progress. I am getting there very slowly but kinda surely.

Decided to take a break from the guitar and do some pull ups and push ups. I looked at the pull up bar once and decided to take a break today. BAD DIN! I haven’t been doing anything I told myself to do. I said I wouldn’t take junk food and I had two burgers in four days. I said I’d do forty push ups a day and twenty pull ups a day and I didn’t. It is not much, as some people have rubbed in, but I am going at my own pace.

Went to the petrol station again for a curry puff and bottle of Bundaberg root beer.

So, now what? Hah, I think I should have woken up earlier.

Oh and I am down to $10 this month. I need my pay… My measly $75 pay…

So I Got This Thing… It Has 6 Strings… Now What Do I Do?

When I woke up today morning I had no idea I was going to be bringing this thing home. I headed out to Esplanade to meet the Guitar Gurus Kev and Gabe to seek counsel on choosing a guitar and to check out the guitars they had at Maestro. They let me try out some of the guitars including a Schector Omen 6 and a Squier California Stratocaster. I liked the Squier, but I was going to try out the EC-50 and the GAX30 before making the decision.

So, I travelled to Davis Guitar to check out the EC-50. Met the lady at the counter whom Gabriel said was “the most judgmental person you will ever meet.” And… Well, I think he was right. She seemed very intimidating. I didn’t try out the EC-50 firsthand, but watched the guy play it. Don’t think he was too keen on letting me try it out since I didn’t know how to play yet. I left rather quickly after that. The dark and dingy Peninsular Shopping Centre did not appeal to me.

So it was off to Swee Lee then. Marched to Bras Basah and walked into the spacious and well lit Swee Lee. I felt rather out of place, but this nice old guy came over and asked me if I needed help. I needed a lot of help. He let me try out the Squier Bullet Special and the Ibanez GAX30. The Squier wasn’t bad… I just thought it sounded pretty cheap. Next came the Ibanez and I loved it. It wasn’t so bright, it was more mellow I think. It sounded really solid!

So after doing a demonstration of the guitar (Smoke on The Water and Play The Funky Music.), he let me try it out on my own. I was a bit lost then. I looked around. The dude behind me was playing Jazz and the dude in front of me was playing rock. I stoned for a while. Turned down the volume. Then meekly played Smoke on The Water’s main riff. It felt good.

So I was encouraged. Played it again… And again… AND AGAIN! Before I knew it, I had spent half an hour playing Smoke on The Water BADLY in Swee Lee. I thanked the man, found out hit name, Rahman and then left.

I called my Uncle and told him about the guitar. To my surprise, he said he was free and could get it for me in a few minutes! So I raced to Plaza Singapura, got my el cheapo gig bag and back to Swee Lee. I wanted to find Rahman there because he was a really big help and I wanted him to get his commission haha. So I found him and got him to set up the guitar. My Uncle came a while later to get it for me. He made me promise that when I was playing for U2 or some big band I’d make sure to remember him haha. So we got the guitar and went home.

So, that’s that… Next thing is to learn something OTHER than Smoke on The Water…

To Be Continued…

The Prime Time of Your Life

Someone told me I was wasting my life away. Sleeping at two in the morning and waking up at one in the afternoon. He said it was the best part of my life and that I was just sleeping away. He said I should go out, do something, learn something new.

Why?

The way some people talk about this whole damn existance like it’s so full of wonder and magic. Bullshit. I woke up from that reverie a long time ago. The world is full of suffering, violence and fucking advertisements. Every three seconds a kid starves in Africa, a soldier gets killed in some god forsaken country in a holy war he never wanted to be part of and some poor kid gets convinced he needs a pair of Nikes to be cool.

And there is nothing I can do.

So, let me sleep my life away if that’s how you want to see it. I’m not missing much. I just wake up everyday wondering what the fuck is going to go wrong next.

I’m not Living. I’m Dying. One minute at a time.

And, thats perfectly fine with me.

And I Shall Wear Midnight

I was bored. So I picked up my camera and wandered around the neighbourhood in my shorts, hoodie and hiking boots. I looked a clown, but who cares?

I felt Happy For that brief thirty minute walk through the neighbourhood. Through the lens of a camera, life is so much more simple.

(Yes, I know my lens is filthy but someone left fingerprints all over it and I had only my hoodie to clean it, so pardon the lens flare.)