I've just returned from Korea and one might think that that's regretful but- touching down in Singapore made me really happy.

As dull and predictable as we are, I looooove Singapore. Think I've said this before. Everything and everyone that's important to me is here.

I've realized that the older I get, the more difficult it is for me to feel awe. Like this trip, I was intrigued yes, but looking at all the beautiful colours, foreign architecture, people, did little to excite me really.

I must be in my emo (i hate this word ! but i guess it expresses my emotion well enough) state again, LOL. Or perhaps it's cause I'm feeling extremeeeely tired and drawn from the flights.

We took 4 for the entire trip.

Either ways, I'll leave that trip for another post, haha. Together with photos and all. I know.

I havn't even posted photos from Hong Kong and Phuket yet.

And this site is supposed to serve as a remembrance.

Anyhow. I just abruptly, yes, abruptly felt like sharing one of my favourite songs here.

It's called Flightless Bird, American Mouth. I listen to it so often, I have almost every single line of its lyric s etched in my brain.

Yes, yes, you might notice that's it's from Twilight, ohshallowme, but the lyrics.

Are sooooo insanely good.

I loved it cause the lyrics doesn't seem to make any sense, but I thought it did and drew my own image to what the song was meant to be about.

I later came to realize that the song should really be about American politics and its questionable culture. A little disappointed. But still.

I think it's open to interpretation.

It should be a little more romantic than that. Download it. It's really good.

I was a quick wet boy

Diving too deep for coins

All of your street light eyes

Wide on my plastic toys

And when the cops closed the fair

I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map

And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?

Flightless bird, jealous, weeping

Or lost you?

American mouth

Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat

Nursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

Curl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?

Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding

Or lost you?

American mouth

Big pill stuck going down