Grow Old With You
Adam Sandler
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
Had a great time jamming and playing the guitar with Joseph today, with beautiful vocal accompliments from Yijun and Anisah. It's been very long since I played the guitar with and in front of my friends. I think we'll have one more session next Friday =) (Yes, Fridays. I love Fridays). Unfortunately, next week is the last week of school. It will be books books books. I have a lot of books to read within these couple of weeks. Shit.
TTFN~!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
NTU ENGLISH LITERATURE HALLOWEEN PARTY
Me, Grim Reaper
Angela, boy zombie
Us with Quigles (Professor Quigley) and another Professor
Us with a Vampire and Invisible Man
"Reaping" Quigles =D
Hey Morticia, that's MY job.
Jeremy
Us with Jeremy. Yijun as a gothic girl; Constance as a boy
Us with Professor Dawson
Red indian and...
Wizards?
I love this ghost.
Look who I found? My relative!
Mini performance.
Joseph as Neo. He has decided to shoot himself so I can reap his soul
Professor Andrew as the Invisble Man
Brian Hoca.
Wonderful bunch of (incomplete) classmates
Friday, October 26, 2007
Just came back from the English Lit Department Halloween party! My first time "celebrating" Halloween. Dressed as a Grim Reaper this year. Really really appreciate my Mom's effort in sewing my costume and going around places with my Dad to help me look for the mask and costume. No other words can describe my sincere appreciation towards them.
Halloween party wasn't very good, but the company was good. Some of the people's costumes are really interesting! Shall upload all the photos when I've gotten them from my friends.
If I had to describe this week, I'd describe it in two words: "The Horror!".
Yep.. indeed, "the horror, the horror!" (from Heart of Darkness). Stayed up til about 4am to complete the essay, and went to school 5 hours later, looking like a panda. But who cares, it's Fridays and I love Fridays! Seems like today was better than last Friday ;) Fridays rock. It's a pity I only have one more Friday left for school =(
Well, next week will be another bad week because I'll have to do HL101's assignment! Sighh...
Overall, it has been a happy week though, despite the lack of sleep. Not looking forward to exams. I'm so glad the modules I'm taking next semester have been pre-registered, so that means there's a high chance that I'll be in the same class as my current tutorial mates! Hope that's the case. I love all of them =)
School's fun when you have a motivation. But seems like I'm going with the wrong motivation.
Anyway, it's ironic how cluttered this post is. Craft of Writing supposedly teaches me not to write in a clutter manner. But who cares. I'm just typing whatever that comes into my mind.
Right now, I'm really happy. Surprisingly, I'm looking forward to Monday already! =p
TTFN~!
"Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?"
- Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift
Halloween party wasn't very good, but the company was good. Some of the people's costumes are really interesting! Shall upload all the photos when I've gotten them from my friends.
If I had to describe this week, I'd describe it in two words: "The Horror!".
Yep.. indeed, "the horror, the horror!" (from Heart of Darkness). Stayed up til about 4am to complete the essay, and went to school 5 hours later, looking like a panda. But who cares, it's Fridays and I love Fridays! Seems like today was better than last Friday ;) Fridays rock. It's a pity I only have one more Friday left for school =(
Well, next week will be another bad week because I'll have to do HL101's assignment! Sighh...
Overall, it has been a happy week though, despite the lack of sleep. Not looking forward to exams. I'm so glad the modules I'm taking next semester have been pre-registered, so that means there's a high chance that I'll be in the same class as my current tutorial mates! Hope that's the case. I love all of them =)
School's fun when you have a motivation. But seems like I'm going with the wrong motivation.
Anyway, it's ironic how cluttered this post is. Craft of Writing supposedly teaches me not to write in a clutter manner. But who cares. I'm just typing whatever that comes into my mind.
Right now, I'm really happy. Surprisingly, I'm looking forward to Monday already! =p
TTFN~!
"Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?"
- Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Bubbly
Colbie Caillat
I've been awake for a while now
You make me feel like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore
It starts in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
What am I going to say
When you make me feel this way
I just mmmmm
And it starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
I've been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
'Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth
And it stats in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
'cause you make me smile baby
Just take your time now
Holdin' me tight
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever wherever wherever you go
wherever you go
I always know
'Cause you make me smile
Even just for a while
Colbie Caillat
I've been awake for a while now
You make me feel like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore
It starts in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
What am I going to say
When you make me feel this way
I just mmmmm
And it starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
I've been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
'Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth
And it stats in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
'cause you make me smile baby
Just take your time now
Holdin' me tight
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever wherever wherever you go
wherever you go
I always know
'Cause you make me smile
Even just for a while
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Getting To Know You - Oscar Hammerstein II
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you,
Putting it my way, but nicely,
You are precisely
My cup of tea!
Getting to know you,
Getting to feel free and easy,
When I am with you,
Getting to know what to say.
Haven't you noticed?
Suddenly I'm bright and breezy,
Because of all the beautiful and new
Things I'm learning about you
Day by day!
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you,
Putting it my way, but nicely,
You are precisely
My cup of tea!
Getting to know you,
Getting to feel free and easy,
When I am with you,
Getting to know what to say.
Haven't you noticed?
Suddenly I'm bright and breezy,
Because of all the beautiful and new
Things I'm learning about you
Day by day!
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Yay, it's Friday!
I love Fridays, and today is possibly one of the best Fridays ever since school started *smitten and sheepish smile*
But...
No point eleborating on the 'but'. 'but' in itself is an opposition. So go figure the complexity (messiness) of my mind.
Thinking back just leads to an inevitable smile though =)
Oh, I got an A- for my essay for writing class! I thought I'd get a C cos that paper was really scrwed up. Hope I can get around the same for the next assignment cos the next assignment is crappier.
TTFN~!
I love Fridays, and today is possibly one of the best Fridays ever since school started *smitten and sheepish smile*
But...
No point eleborating on the 'but'. 'but' in itself is an opposition. So go figure the complexity (messiness) of my mind.
Thinking back just leads to an inevitable smile though =)
Oh, I got an A- for my essay for writing class! I thought I'd get a C cos that paper was really scrwed up. Hope I can get around the same for the next assignment cos the next assignment is crappier.
TTFN~!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I usually don't blog about these kinda stuff, but this time I have to because I can't contain my disgust and anger. I think I'm slow or something, cuz I don't even know when it started.. but it's never too late. Read the following:
The Penal Code of Singapore, in Section 377a, provides for a jail sentence for up to two years should a man be found to have committed an act of "gross indecency" with another man. (http://www.repeal377a.com/)
We discussed a little about Queer Theory in lecture today. Hoca said that it's weird to ask this question, "Do you approve of homosexuality?" I can't remember what he said about this question which he deemed as weird.
But if I were to ask myself this question (putting religion aside for awhile), I wouldn't outrightly say I approve of it, but that doesn't mean I disapprove. I guess I don't really care if someone is homosexual and engages in "gross indecency" with another man/woman. Why should I give even a teeny bit of my concern when what they're doing isn't affecting me at all? I don't gain anything, neither do I lose anything. Life goes as per normal for me. Does homosexuality makes the government look uglier? By imposing such laws, won't other countries mock at us for being so strict? That's not the point anyway. And it's not like we're some conservative states where the rules have to be set alongside some religious books or beliefs. We're a state where “all persons are equal before the law and entitled to the equal protection of the law”.
(Or so they say, eh?)
Seriously, as much as I get disgusted with homosexuals at times, cos I don't know what the hell they're thinking, I seriously feel that they should have their own privacy. They ARE humans afterall, with their OWN feelings and likings. No human should help another decide their love or sexual interest. (simply put, MIND UR OWN BUSINESS)
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
- William Shakespeare
The Penal Code of Singapore, in Section 377a, provides for a jail sentence for up to two years should a man be found to have committed an act of "gross indecency" with another man. (http://www.repeal377a.com/)
We discussed a little about Queer Theory in lecture today. Hoca said that it's weird to ask this question, "Do you approve of homosexuality?" I can't remember what he said about this question which he deemed as weird.
But if I were to ask myself this question (putting religion aside for awhile), I wouldn't outrightly say I approve of it, but that doesn't mean I disapprove. I guess I don't really care if someone is homosexual and engages in "gross indecency" with another man/woman. Why should I give even a teeny bit of my concern when what they're doing isn't affecting me at all? I don't gain anything, neither do I lose anything. Life goes as per normal for me. Does homosexuality makes the government look uglier? By imposing such laws, won't other countries mock at us for being so strict? That's not the point anyway. And it's not like we're some conservative states where the rules have to be set alongside some religious books or beliefs. We're a state where “all persons are equal before the law and entitled to the equal protection of the law”.
(Or so they say, eh?)
Seriously, as much as I get disgusted with homosexuals at times, cos I don't know what the hell they're thinking, I seriously feel that they should have their own privacy. They ARE humans afterall, with their OWN feelings and likings. No human should help another decide their love or sexual interest. (simply put, MIND UR OWN BUSINESS)
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
- William Shakespeare
Monday, October 15, 2007
If Men Could Menstruate
by Gloria Steinem
Living in India made me understand that a white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking a white skin makes people superior, even though the only thing it really does is make them more subject to ultraviolet rays and wrinkles.
Reading Freud made me just as skeptical about penis envy. The power of giving birth makes "womb envy" more logical, and an organ as external and unprotected as the penis makes men very vulnerable indeed.
But listening recently to a woman describe the unexpected arrival of her menstrual period (a red stain had spread on her dress as she argued heatedly on the public stage) still made me cringe with embarrassment. That is, until she explained that, when finally informed in whispers of the obvious event, she said to the all-male audience, "and you should be proud to have a menstruating woman on your stage. It's probably the first real thing that's happened to this group in years."
Laughter. Relief. She had turned a negative into a positive. Somehow her story merged with India and Freud to make me finally understand the power of positive thinking. Whatever a "superior" group has will be used to justify its superiority, and whatever and "inferior" group has will be used to justify its plight. Black me were given poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "stronger" than white men, while all women were relegated to poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "weaker." As the little boy said when asked if he wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, "Oh no, that's women's work." Logic has nothing to do with oppression.
So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?
Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Young boys would talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood. Gifts, religious ceremonies, family dinners, and stag parties would mark the day.
To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart attacks, from which men would be hormonally protected, but everything about cramps.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of such commercial brands as Paul Newman Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi Pads, and Joe Namath Jock Shields- "For Those Light Bachelor Days." (i like this part haha)
Statistical surveys would show that men did better in sports and won more Olympic medals during their periods.
Generals, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve God and country in combat ("You have to give blood to take blood"), occupy high political office ("Can women be properly fierce without a monthly cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priests, ministers, God Himself ("He gave this blood for our sins"), or rabbis ("Without a monthly purge of impurities, women are unclean").
Male liberals and radicals, however, would insist that women are equal, just different; and that any woman could join their ranks if only she were willing to recognize the primacy of menstrual rights ("Everything else is a single issue") or self-inflict a major wound every month ("You must give blood for the revolution").
Street guys would invent slang ("He's a three-pad man") and "give fives" on the corner with some exchenge like, "Man you lookin' good!"
"Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!"
TV shows would treat the subject openly. (Happy Days: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row. Hill Street Blues: The whole precinct hits the same cycle.) So would newspapers. (Summer Shark Scare Threatens Menstruating Men. Judge Cites Monthlies In Pardoning Rapist.) And so would movies. (Newman and Redford in Blood Brothers!)
Men would convince women that sex was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself, though all they needed was a good menstruating man.
Medical schools would limit women's entry ("they might faint at the sight of blood").
Of course, intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguements. Without the biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics-- or the ability to measure anything at all? In philosophy and religion, how could women compensate for being disconnected from the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death and resurrection every month?
Menopause would be celebrated as a positive event, the symbol that men had accumulated enough years of cyclical wisdom to need no more.
Liberal males in every field would try to be kind. The fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.
And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine right-wing women agreeing to all these arguements with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly)
In short, we would discover, as we should already, that logic is in the eye of the logician. (For instance, here's an idea for theorists and logicians: if women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long? I leave further improvisation up to you.)
The truth is that, if men could menstruate, the power justifications would go on and on.
If we let them.
(c) Gloria Steinem, Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions. NY: NAL, 1986.
by Gloria Steinem
Living in India made me understand that a white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking a white skin makes people superior, even though the only thing it really does is make them more subject to ultraviolet rays and wrinkles.
Reading Freud made me just as skeptical about penis envy. The power of giving birth makes "womb envy" more logical, and an organ as external and unprotected as the penis makes men very vulnerable indeed.
But listening recently to a woman describe the unexpected arrival of her menstrual period (a red stain had spread on her dress as she argued heatedly on the public stage) still made me cringe with embarrassment. That is, until she explained that, when finally informed in whispers of the obvious event, she said to the all-male audience, "and you should be proud to have a menstruating woman on your stage. It's probably the first real thing that's happened to this group in years."
Laughter. Relief. She had turned a negative into a positive. Somehow her story merged with India and Freud to make me finally understand the power of positive thinking. Whatever a "superior" group has will be used to justify its superiority, and whatever and "inferior" group has will be used to justify its plight. Black me were given poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "stronger" than white men, while all women were relegated to poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "weaker." As the little boy said when asked if he wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, "Oh no, that's women's work." Logic has nothing to do with oppression.
So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?
Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Young boys would talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood. Gifts, religious ceremonies, family dinners, and stag parties would mark the day.
To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart attacks, from which men would be hormonally protected, but everything about cramps.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of such commercial brands as Paul Newman Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi Pads, and Joe Namath Jock Shields- "For Those Light Bachelor Days." (i like this part haha)
Statistical surveys would show that men did better in sports and won more Olympic medals during their periods.
Generals, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve God and country in combat ("You have to give blood to take blood"), occupy high political office ("Can women be properly fierce without a monthly cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priests, ministers, God Himself ("He gave this blood for our sins"), or rabbis ("Without a monthly purge of impurities, women are unclean").
Male liberals and radicals, however, would insist that women are equal, just different; and that any woman could join their ranks if only she were willing to recognize the primacy of menstrual rights ("Everything else is a single issue") or self-inflict a major wound every month ("You must give blood for the revolution").
Street guys would invent slang ("He's a three-pad man") and "give fives" on the corner with some exchenge like, "Man you lookin' good!"
"Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!"
TV shows would treat the subject openly. (Happy Days: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row. Hill Street Blues: The whole precinct hits the same cycle.) So would newspapers. (Summer Shark Scare Threatens Menstruating Men. Judge Cites Monthlies In Pardoning Rapist.) And so would movies. (Newman and Redford in Blood Brothers!)
Men would convince women that sex was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself, though all they needed was a good menstruating man.
Medical schools would limit women's entry ("they might faint at the sight of blood").
Of course, intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguements. Without the biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics-- or the ability to measure anything at all? In philosophy and religion, how could women compensate for being disconnected from the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death and resurrection every month?
Menopause would be celebrated as a positive event, the symbol that men had accumulated enough years of cyclical wisdom to need no more.
Liberal males in every field would try to be kind. The fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.
And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine right-wing women agreeing to all these arguements with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly)
In short, we would discover, as we should already, that logic is in the eye of the logician. (For instance, here's an idea for theorists and logicians: if women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long? I leave further improvisation up to you.)
The truth is that, if men could menstruate, the power justifications would go on and on.
If we let them.
(c) Gloria Steinem, Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions. NY: NAL, 1986.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
I'm so glad this week is over. HL102 really nearly killed me, but thank God that family and friends cared. I'm beginning to understand why my vocation is in NTU and not FASS.. It's not a bad thing afterall. I used to think NTU Eng Lit was where they dump useless people.. but I was wrong.. it's a place for people with talents, passion, brains, intelligence etc. If I'm already suffering in my studies here in NTU, I wonder how it'll be at FASS. Anyway, thank God for friends in school that are really angels sent by God to encourage me.
I mentioned that I wanna blog about my trip to the Toy Museum. Well, as there are many photos, I'm unable to upload them here. So if you wanna have a look on what are the toys they have, just check out the 3 albums in my Facebook.
Some of the toys I saw brought back memories. Speaking of memories..I was packing my cupboard when I saw my JJ uniform.. decided to try it on and see how I'd look (thank God I still can fit in without any problems). Kinda made me nostalgic.. Although the school sucked..there were other points that made going to school fun afterall.. Friends, eye-candy, Jimbo (HAHA), softball blabla.
Did I mention that Im so glad this suicidal week is over?
IT'S OVER!
TTFN~!
I mentioned that I wanna blog about my trip to the Toy Museum. Well, as there are many photos, I'm unable to upload them here. So if you wanna have a look on what are the toys they have, just check out the 3 albums in my Facebook.
Some of the toys I saw brought back memories. Speaking of memories..I was packing my cupboard when I saw my JJ uniform.. decided to try it on and see how I'd look (thank God I still can fit in without any problems). Kinda made me nostalgic.. Although the school sucked..there were other points that made going to school fun afterall.. Friends, eye-candy, Jimbo (HAHA), softball blabla.
Did I mention that Im so glad this suicidal week is over?
IT'S OVER!
TTFN~!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I'm very sure Edmund Spenser was watching me from behind, mocking and laughing at me all the way while I was doing my essay.
Soon, really soon, Shakespeare will visit me and mock me just the same.
Or maybe even Geoffrey Chaucer..
WHO KNOWS? MILTON!?
These amazing people will be sitting behind/beside me, mocking at me while I do my essays..
Should I be honoured or what?
Bahh...
ttfn~!
Soon, really soon, Shakespeare will visit me and mock me just the same.
Or maybe even Geoffrey Chaucer..
WHO KNOWS? MILTON!?
These amazing people will be sitting behind/beside me, mocking at me while I do my essays..
Should I be honoured or what?
Bahh...
ttfn~!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Procrastination has taken its toll on me.
Or should I say, procrastination has always been taking its toll on me.
As such, I had/have to rush 4 assignments (3 major assignments, 1 homework).
There's so much I wanna blog about, especially about my visit to the Toy Museum on Sunday, but since I'll have many photos to upload, with so little time, I will probably do it on Friday.
Haven't been getting enough sleep these few nights.. Can't wait for this killer week to be over. Ever since school started, I've never felt time pass so slow before. This week is simply moving too slow and strenuous.
Back to sonnet-ing!
Edward Spenser just made life difficult for me.
And soon will Shakespeare, Milton, Chaucer, and many other "great" men.
TTFN~!
Or should I say, procrastination has always been taking its toll on me.
As such, I had/have to rush 4 assignments (3 major assignments, 1 homework).
There's so much I wanna blog about, especially about my visit to the Toy Museum on Sunday, but since I'll have many photos to upload, with so little time, I will probably do it on Friday.
Haven't been getting enough sleep these few nights.. Can't wait for this killer week to be over. Ever since school started, I've never felt time pass so slow before. This week is simply moving too slow and strenuous.
Back to sonnet-ing!
Edward Spenser just made life difficult for me.
And soon will Shakespeare, Milton, Chaucer, and many other "great" men.
TTFN~!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sorry, Blame it on Me
Akon
(http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/akon-lyrics/sorry,-blame-it-on-me-lyrics.html)
As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out to apologize for things I have done
And things that have not occurred yet
And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for
I’m sorry for the times I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I’m sorry for the times that I had to go
I’m sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I’m sorry for the times I would neglect
I’m sorry for the times I disrespect
I’m sorry for the wrong things that I’ve done
I’m sorry I’m not always there for my son
I’m sorry for the fact that I'm not aware
That you can’t sleep at night when I am not there
Because I am in the streets like everyday
Sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I'm so proud to call you my girl
I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then it’s just a shame on me
I’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
Sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn’t know what to do
Sorry that you had to go and sell those packs
Just trying to stay busy till you heard from Dad
And you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though Pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn’t agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I’m sorry that you had to do it on your own
I’m sorry that I went and added to your grief
I’m sorry that your son was once a thief
I’m sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would’ve listened and not be so bad
I’m sorry your life turned out this way
I’m sorry that the FEDS came and took me away
I’m sorry that it took so long to see
They were dead wrong trying to put it on me
I’m sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani
I’m sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy should never let her out that young
I’m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage
In a 21 and older club they say
Why doesn’t anybody wanna take blame
Verizon backed out disgracing my name
I’m just a singer trying to entertain
Because I love my fans I’ll take that blame
Even though the blame’s on you
I’ll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
This song was released in July 07, and if I'm not wrong, Akon himself wrote this song. Quite a nice song that pretty much sums up the shit he went through in April. I can't believe he did that despicable thing, but well, it's not very surprising since it's so common in the US. What I'm pissed is they really made a big deal out of it. I mean c'mon.. I'm sure Akon isn't the only guy who has done these kinda stuff. If you wanna blame, that under-aged girl bears more of the blame..or maybe her parents.. wait.. maybe even the club for not checking her ID!
I can't be bothered to relate the whole incident here. Just read it here.
It's quite sweet of Akon to apologise to a few people in his song. I was particular surprised when Gwen's name appeared in his song. That was before I understood the story behind the song.
On a more random note, I've always liked Akon songs and his voice. One thing I still can't believe up till now is his looks! Man.. he looks so old and....erm.. not that good looking. No offence though. =p
TTFN~!
Akon
(http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/akon-lyrics/sorry,-blame-it-on-me-lyrics.html)
As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out to apologize for things I have done
And things that have not occurred yet
And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for
I’m sorry for the times I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I’m sorry for the times that I had to go
I’m sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I’m sorry for the times I would neglect
I’m sorry for the times I disrespect
I’m sorry for the wrong things that I’ve done
I’m sorry I’m not always there for my son
I’m sorry for the fact that I'm not aware
That you can’t sleep at night when I am not there
Because I am in the streets like everyday
Sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I'm so proud to call you my girl
I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then it’s just a shame on me
I’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
Sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn’t know what to do
Sorry that you had to go and sell those packs
Just trying to stay busy till you heard from Dad
And you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though Pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn’t agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I’m sorry that you had to do it on your own
I’m sorry that I went and added to your grief
I’m sorry that your son was once a thief
I’m sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would’ve listened and not be so bad
I’m sorry your life turned out this way
I’m sorry that the FEDS came and took me away
I’m sorry that it took so long to see
They were dead wrong trying to put it on me
I’m sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani
I’m sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy should never let her out that young
I’m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage
In a 21 and older club they say
Why doesn’t anybody wanna take blame
Verizon backed out disgracing my name
I’m just a singer trying to entertain
Because I love my fans I’ll take that blame
Even though the blame’s on you
I’ll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
This song was released in July 07, and if I'm not wrong, Akon himself wrote this song. Quite a nice song that pretty much sums up the shit he went through in April. I can't believe he did that despicable thing, but well, it's not very surprising since it's so common in the US. What I'm pissed is they really made a big deal out of it. I mean c'mon.. I'm sure Akon isn't the only guy who has done these kinda stuff. If you wanna blame, that under-aged girl bears more of the blame..or maybe her parents.. wait.. maybe even the club for not checking her ID!
I can't be bothered to relate the whole incident here. Just read it here.
It's quite sweet of Akon to apologise to a few people in his song. I was particular surprised when Gwen's name appeared in his song. That was before I understood the story behind the song.
On a more random note, I've always liked Akon songs and his voice. One thing I still can't believe up till now is his looks! Man.. he looks so old and....erm.. not that good looking. No offence though. =p
TTFN~!