When the Stars go Blue by Tim McGraw

Dancin’ where the stars go blue
Dancin’ where the evening fell
Dancin’ in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin’ out on 7th street
Dancin’ through the underground
Dancin’ little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover’s tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars, when the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue, blue, blue
Stars go blue
When the stars go blue

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue, yeah
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you
I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you, yeah
Where do you go, yeah
Where do you go, Where do you go

Cheesy Corny Shit.

“Today is my birthday and although I am not really excited about it, I thought I should make it special by giving myself some responsibilities as a ‘real’ adult.

These are my resolutions and I’ll try to fulfill them every time.

I will start my life anew and shall not be bothered by the past.

I will be brave to face challenges and constantly move out of my comfort zone.

I will strengthen my faith and achieve greater heights.

I will get rid of one bad habit every year, starting from my laziness.

4 promises to myself. As of now, I signed off.

22 July 2008
Bedok Camp II
Bunk at the 3rd Floor”

I almost forgot about this until I browsed through the pages of my notebook looking for things I must buy.

There I was, acting happy. Very much thankful to NDP and all the rehearsals, my Saturdays were taken away but in return, all the Mondays became off-days and that basically meant a shorter week. And this is the very reason why I can blog! Sadly though, this blog is going to become quiet after NDP. Three and a half week of hell will see my change for the worse - to a sad and tired boy.

There are 2 events that I have yet to blog and they are my birthday celebration(s) and the NDP preview. edit: not going to post due to the lack of time. Looking at the time now, and counting the fact that my photos are yet to be uploaded, I’m sure I can’t do anything except to procrastinate. A word I hate to use because of my very limited and precious free time now.

By the way, I think Anwar has good taste.

On the left, that’s Anwar’s “coffee-boy” but we know he’s more than that.

birthdays? who cares.

By looking at my blog’s archives, I realised I haven’t written any entries for around 4 months?! It’s always easy to get started but continuing would be another matter altogether. Anyway, my birthday lies on one of the days this coming week and I am not totally not excited about it. Why should I be? Although it is my 21st, and all my friends around me seem to be celebrating theirs so joyfully, I remain absolutely nonchalant.

Firstly, my family has never been party people. Actually, it is my mum who has never liked such stuffs and since I’m closer to her than I am to Dad, I have gotten her traits. My dad, on the hand, is a total party-beast. I can imagine him disco-ing away under the shiny, getai-ish disco ball. Secondly, some very unfortunate past events had me suffering from a phobia of feeling happy. I know this sounds utterly alien but the reason why I don’t like to be happy is because happiness are short-lived and what comes right after is usually the opposite.

And today, my father managed to push me off the edge by inviting his siblings and many relatives to celebrate my birthday, without my knowing. It’s not like I have never told him about this being a very bad idea and I can recognise his sweet efforts but this is so not going to work for me. What’s the point of sending a tone-deaf person to singing classes? Is it really going to help?

Alright, let’s not get too furious, shall we? Just last night, another person who shares the same birthday with me held a celebration at his house. I didn’t take any pictures because the overwhelming crowds didn’t give me any chance to do so. But, this is a must-share.

He pasted this at the lift lobby. Talking about PK’s sense of humour, I can’t stop myself from laughing and Terence gave the roll-eyes-what-the-fuck look.

Terence called PK’s Clubbing Room the Gay Suana. Abso-fucking-lutely LOL.

Ok I’d love to make this a real photologue but time does not allow me to do so. or rather, NS doesn’t. time to book in, ciaos.