Hey there Delilah What's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away But girl tonight you look so pretty Yes you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice it's my disguise I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me
Hey there Delilah I know times are getting hard But just believe me girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good
Hey there Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah I can promise you That by the time we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah You be good and don't you miss me Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be making history like I do You know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there Delilah here's to you This ones for you
Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me.
This goes out to you. To that someone, only her name's not Delilah and the location's more inclined towards a tropical island city. Don't ask me why, for I only know you are the most wonderful thing, the most striking object in the world. There's no crime in being beautiful. Have I ever told you you were?
I'm a sucker for slow, nice melodies (The 4 musketeers were at Nick's place during Christmas and the other 3 started playing this little tune), and that song's stuck in my head at 1am.
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And to my regular readers, please tolerate this unprecedented outpouring of amorous sentiments. My friends tell me that expression is the key to the liberation of the heart.
Regular transmission ofthis blog should resume, once the author regains his composure and extricates himself from the current preoccupation with his DS. To all, Happy Holidays!
Oh, there's a joy in a little sidequest, Shermy, just go along for the ride. Sometimes sidequests are much more interesting than the main. Sidequests are secret doors to alternate endings.
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And sometimes, people go on sidequests for fun, or simply just to see someone.
It happens to be a public holiday today, and the postmen most certainly are not working. When the postmen are not working, they fail to deliver certain letters, letters which hold inside their pages, words deep and cryptic, and perhaps, it would be safe to write those letters on such days.
Left in a contemplative mood, with the ambient music conducive to silent reflection. Wondering through the rose tinted glass of the current times, of things that were not to be; of times unfathomable in reality, resigned to the chapters of the imagination.
I'm thinking, how can I prove to the princess, the value of the longing with nothing much as a troll to slay. How can on prove one's devotion to prove a point in this day and age?
No answers for such a qestion. I bide my time, some more, for a sign or a chance.
It's difficult to find the thing to do, that's the price we pay, living in times like these.
Not everything has to have a meaning, and sometimes, pointless escapades fill in the voids of our lives. Finding that looking to do something meaningful at every turn often leads to disappointment more than anything else. We should be entitled to say fuck off when something screwy is present.
I haven't had time to rest since my return from Japan, nor a reprieve from the bout of coughing, and all I wanted was some semblence of efficiency and effective working. I guess it's just too much to ask for in this day and age. That's the least I ask of, but it hardly gets fufilled. Either way, the event is over, and I can get down to getting my Japan photos up.
I still can't believe the sight I witnessed on the Tokyo Metro. there are stories of the insane crowds, nad yes, they were not works of fiction. The Tokyo subway is that packed. The most amazing part of it is that in spite of all the rushing tides of people, the commuters actually queued in front of the train door before the trains arrived. That is pretty incredible feat, considering that in Singapore, such are the makings of a mad rush for the train door.
Japan has left many deep impressions on me, and these are not merely a superficial image. I shall elaborate in due time.
In the meantime, I'm off to contemplate certain matters of the future with regards to me dutiy and responsibility.
There's a slight sense of neglect on this blog as the days get filled with ever increasing fun and merriment. The festive seasin draws closer each day, and the anticipation of even more instore.
Welcome back, Nick! 55 gang, let's pig out on glorious food and partah!
Let's randomized this island, Winterhill.
Time to crap with the archery juniors.
T3 pioneers, we must find more exotic cuisine, oh gosh, I'm losing track of time.
And the 3 musketeers sans Seng (Where art thou!?) are back together.
In this flurry of activity, I'm off to Nippon this evening. So, I have to bid you all "maate-ne!"
I'm off to the lovely country called Japan, and I'll be in Tokyo next week. Does anyone one want anything from Tokyo?
And christmas cards, to my newest friends made over the past year in uni, I don't ahve most of your address, so those who'd like christmas cards, please drop me message and your address (please don't paste it onto the blog itself, otherwise your mail box might be spammed!)
Winterhill went karaoke, the 3 guys became known as the uncles, and I now have a kbox card.
That aside, there's a bunch of crazies who sang themselves hoarse and went for hawker fare straight after.
It doesn't stop there! The escapes were continued on the grounds of Holland V. Eskibar was the haunt of choice, outside section of course, the ladies in their shorts could barely refrain from stampeding back out after a minute in the sub-zero inner bar. I personally find no sin in ordering a float in a bar, because I can't appreciate the taste of alcohol, and I can't finish a whole glass of whatever. In sips, the whatevers are tasty though, some sort of "sleepy polar bear" and something vaguely reminiscent of a screwdriver.
Now here comes the most incredulous part of the day, where after all that singing, all that food and drinking, 6 almost irrationally illogical young people headed to Cold Rock for desert. Oh gosh, must I describe how sinfully delightful it was? =)
Heck with the calories for this night, let's enjoy the company and drink (in this case, eat) in the moments of enjoyment. The range of ice-cream at Cold Rock is much more varied than that at Ice Cream Chefs, and we tried a few mixes, Ferrero ice-cream with some mix, that turned out subliminal, the nutty flavour tantalizing and teasing the tongue before lightly washing down the throat. The minty green mix with m&ms looked a little too adventurous to tempt me, and of course, the dark chocolate caramel mud pie + tim tam mix was simply chocolatey decadence.
Well what can I say, with me around, decadence is simply, an irrefutable constant.
