Paul the new Pavarotti??

Bangkok Jam was great though.
As in a new refreshing breath of night-scene social activities... for me.. at least..
Never been to a live band pub like this.. (and the drummer was cute.. hahaha..)
not to mention those cheap street-side kind-of sexy aunty pubs in Penang.
Pics will be up once got it from HuayPin but not much though.



Ok guess whatever I'm gonna post below.. aint much of most people's interest..
err.. i guess lar.. *grins*
OPERA.
Not the cling-clang chinese one.. the English one.. hehe..

Was facebooking just now. My facebook profile click *here*
Came across this vid at my friend's profile.
Touching sialll... I shed a tear or two while watching it. *paiseh*
First audition clip. Singing Pavarotti "Nessun Dorma".



Paul Potts. His website *here*
The British Got Talent no-idea-which-year's winner.
Super cool weyyy i think..



Then again.. obviously professional Pavarotti (above) is the best lar...
sadly he passed away d.. *sobs*
But Paul's such an amateur in this field.. but again.. he's good.



This is the BGT Grand Finals' clip.
His voice.. shivers me down my spine.
One word.
KENG.

emotional knife

I have a knife that is placed in my heart
people have twisted and turned it, its tearing me apart
it has been in me for many years
it has caused me many tears
some people try to be my friend
they try to help my heart to mend
but they nudge the knife without knowing
the pain inside keeps growing and growing
people have tried to take the knife out
but they'll stab it back in without a doubt
I've lived so long with the painful ache
I expect everyone to cause my heart to break
the knife makes it hard for me to show my love
people don't seem to understand what I am speaking of
I feel as though I live in vain
why can't I get rid of this terrible pain
my life is being torn apart
by the emotional knife in my bleeding heart....

byul, my star

the wind is shaking the windows, and over my small room,
the stars fill up the sky, shining brightly too many to count,
the stars reassure tired me..
they wipe away the many tears that are deep inside me

don’t be hurt too much..
they hug me tight and pamper me and comfort me,
telling me to go to sleep

though I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t walk..
though my tears blur my vision..
i’ll still smile in front of my love that I’m not able to get..

even though our happy times were short,
I’ll treasure it deep inside my heart
like those countless number of stars, forever

my dream is coming... though it is unusual that my one star is bright,
it is very bright, even blinding..it comes down to my shoulder,
stop being so sad..it holds my hand as it touches me,
and gives me a warm hug..

only for today, I won’t cry though my eyes fill with tears
I want to laugh like those stars
I want to cherish all my happy moments deep inside my heart
like those countless number of stars, forever...


sigh. *run away sobbing*

a night to not so "remember"

Sigh. Not in the mood again tonight.
Don't know why. Just not lar..
Not surprising, getting words as such from me again..
Hmmm.. feel one kind for no reason.
Tugging, dragging, dreading, just.. boh song larr..
I even forgotten I din't take my dinner tonight also..
till just now.. around 11pm, I bought myself an ice-cream.
in need for sugar rush.. hopefully will "sweeten" my life up a bit for now..
Why the hell am I feeling so cacated for?

I can even play sms with my dad (outta town now) just now..
talking bout how unfair life is.
A short friendly debate through sms..
something on how i grumbled,
life ain't how I want or imagine it would be..
and he advised to see things in a different perspective..
and to plan for a better future..
yada yada things that I knew from start..
just feel like sulking again tonight... big time.

the concluding last sms from my dad was funny..
i told him something like..
"see ppl rich, jealous-nya, see ppl poor.. feel blessed and grateful pulak.."
he replied "u'r in the middle.. no good no bad larr.."
hahahha he added the "larr" behind..
and yet he always said the way I chat n sms very "singlish" and "broken"...
Oh dad oh dad...

Was in Raymond's car just now.
Plans to yum-cha backfired.
He played this song.. not him la.. his mp3 lar in a way..
Huey Lewis and Gweneth Paltrow - Cruising



(this stupid clip damn potong-stim.. some corny ktv version)

the song was nice. used to like it last time.
listening to this song makes me think back lotsa things. suddenly.
the lyrics.. err.. depending on how you wanna interpret it for yourself larrr. hehe


Did minor this afternoon.
Some quick character development sketches.
Mine was some supposed-to-be "evil" mermaid..
with her pet some-sort-of-barracuda or dangerous "fish"..
err.. *scratch head*









this sketch above look weird lar.. the pose.
like as if she's gonna do the chicken-dance anytime soon..
sheeeshhhh... *gags*


ok lar. Night peeps.
lots of other things to do now. and also THINK.

Daddy. Father.

I hate fetching my dad to airports.
Hate the feeling when I watched his back walking into the terminal.
I felt so sad.
I know it's common for him to fly on business trips..
at least a week every month since I was a kid..
But ever since I started sending him to the airport...
on the way there.. we were just talking and talking.. over any issues or obstacles I've encountered lately.. kicking back old funny kiddy memories.
Today my sister came with me..
started talking bout education.. her school, my friends.. his work.. etc etc..
I was just keep trying to keep the whole journey there more alive.. talking and talking..
avoiding silent moments..
Finally when we were there.. helped him with his luggage up the cart..
I felt stoned, slightly not so happy..

Watching his back,
stood by my car,
watching him heading towards the terminal entrance..
I felt sad.
Driving back.. tears drop silently. Just a few drops.

Whyyy early fifties d.. still have to fly here and there every month..
so much hard work.. so many wrinkles to count his worries..
as much white hair to bring a perfect dinner on our tables every night.
so much of his.. so many of his.. makes me strive even harder towards my success..

Sigh.
Hated the fact that he is still working so damn hard despite he's the boss.
One working to feed so many mouths, ain't just my family.. instead the "whole BIG" family.
Hated the fact I'm always worried over him when he's on business trips.
Why oh why.. sigh.. I'm so flatteringly emo.

The real relieve is..
not the stress leaving me after finals..
or.. a huge shopping spree after not shopping for months..
or.. a huge huge meal after successfully drop pounds..
but the real damn relieve is to see him walking out from the airport, smiling on the day we stood there waiting.

Sacrifice.
Tears.
Anger.
Laughter.
All worth it.

The appreciation.
To dad.
And to mom.

(Thanks for being there always and staying strong when daddy's not around though a lil' grumpy her that I can't tahan sometimes.. hehe)

p/s: business trips ARE NOT extra "out-door" activities like some pervs out there are thinking. Ass.

tears trapped unwillingly

my old dog is dying..
looking at him..

i feel like crying...




i really..

feel..



sad.