Friday, March 31, 2006

Current Attorney-General Chan Sek Keong To Succeed CJ Yong Pung How

An excerpt from Channelnewsasia:
Singapore Chief Justice Yong Pung How will retire on April 10, after more than 15 years in the top legal position. Current Attorney-General Chan Sek Keong will succeed him from April 11 for a period of three years.

That reminded me of my 'guardian angel' LC. LC is the paternal nephew of AG Chan and Desmond's maternal cousin. LC has been the brother I never had. Although he is currently in Sydney with Diana, John, Jen and the rest, we would always meet up when LC is in Singapore. He's the one who dines daily at fine restaurants till he's sick of it. What does he crave? Wanton Mee at City Plaza. He drives a Mercedes but refuses to take a taxi, preferring the bus as his mode of public transport instead.

LC has been a pillar of support for the last 8 years and I'm awfully grateful to him. Long distance calls at 4am when you're in tears? Not a problem for LC. He had guided me through a murky period in the past. Although he has introduced a tonne of 'vice' to Diana and yours truly, he's a good counsellor. I've always told LC that he is my quirky guardian angel who's protected me from harm. Together with Desmond, they possess a wicked sense of humour. Once, Diana and I sat through a four-hour guffawing session at Coffee Bean's thanks to these two men. He's finally met The One and it's thanks to her that he has been a 'good boy' for the last couple of years.

Diana's returning to Singapore for good in the near future and I hope that some day, LC will do so too.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Akan Datang

Consider these:
  • Fires in Alaska?
  • Gardening in Eskimo villages?
  • Confused animals turning up at the wrong time of the year?
A B-grade comedy or a movie with dramatic overtures? The answer is neither. Global warming has now translated these seemingly impossible scenarios into reality and the aforementioned situations are cemented in history. Read about them here.

Glacier recessions - We've heard of them receding in metres or centimetres, but an annual recession in terms of miles?

A major catastrophe is looming and it isn't coming to a cinema near us. Live. Unplugged.
Akan datang.

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This Week's Issue
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

My Dream Reality

Close your eyes. Dream.

bubbles.....fields...dandelions...you....windmills...laughter.........fun.....
meadows......lavender....you....beach....cotton candy.....
mesmerized.....wind in hair.....footprints....cupped chin....
tickles....distance.....horizon......water.....ripples.....sandcastles....
you.....smile.....me.....

Open your eyes. Reality.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

My Aunt's Birthday

Aunt's Birthday
Ski360
21 March 2006 (Monday)

I'm too lazy to type. Let these pictures do the talking.
Location: Ski360
(My cousin's cable ski park and restaurant at East Coast)
3rd - 6th dishes: Sharks' fin, Thai chicken, Butter prawns, Braised duck with sea cucumber. Pity I'd omitted the cold dish. It was a pretty array of colours.
7th - 8th dishes: Mixed vegetables, Chilli crabs (a must-have for me)
9th -10th dishes (not in pic): Birthday noodles & Mango pudding
Vastness....."Gee, why am I so white?!"
I love the sea!
Our Pretty Maid - MariaMich & Maria

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Grey Matter

"You've made your point perfectly clear,"
Dr. Christina Yang hissed at Dr. Preston Burke.

There I was - a self-indulgent couch potato sprawling lazily across the couch. Immersed in the barbed exchanges of Grey's Anatomy and gratified from the preceding episode of Desperate Housewives, an anti-climax ensued out of the blue. Tumbling hastily on my return to reality, panic paralyzed me.

Time: 2342 hrs

"Oh!", Sheesh!", " No!", "Aaaah!" and other incoherent monosyllables jumbled clumsily.

Leaping off the couch, it was a race against the minute hand.

Time: 2346 hrs

"Welcome to....Argh". Exasperation had found its new acquaintance, and it didn't take too well to the pre-recorded greeting.

"Press 1 for annoyance, 2 for irritation, 3 for jitters or # to drive yourself up the wall."

I jest.

"What?!" Dumbfounded with a futile punching match of digits, I sought the assistance of 'the friendly customer service officer'.

Time: 2357 hrs

It marked the end of my call. The sun came out and chased the clouds away, the rainbow streaked its colours across the fluffy canvas and the cow jumped over the moon.....right.

An oversight on my part, I had mistakenly made payment to my Citibank Platinum Dividend Card instead of my Citibank Business Gold Visa. The transaction had taken place yesterday, which was the due date. Nestling in the comfort of what the goggle box had to offer, the realisation of the gross error caught me in time. The late payment charge will be waived once I have made payment to the right card tomorrow.

Strips of grey matter ebbing away....

Singlish speak: Alamak! Why so sotong?!

Monday, March 20, 2006

That's My Goal - Shayne Ward

(Warning: It sounds as if he were singing "that's my ego")
Click either link to stream the video:
= LYRICS =
You know where I come from
You know my story
You know why I'm standing here
Tonight
Please don't go
Don't be in a hurry
I'm here to make it clear
Make it right

Well I know I've acted foolish
But I promise you no more
I've finally found that something
Worth reaching for

I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up, oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal

Please don't go
You know that I need you
I can't breathe without you
Live without you
Be without you
Well I know I've acted foolish
But I promise you no more
No more

I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up, oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal

Well I won't stop believing
That we will be leaving together
So when I say I love you
I'll mean it forever and ever
Ever and ever

I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
(Oh I'm ready)
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up, oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
(That's why I'm here babe)
Yes I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Chronicles Of A Hot Babe

Wednesday
As mentioned earlier, James picked me up. East Coast was our destination. Boycotting my cousin's restaurant (sssh!), we preferred having barbecued sotong, satay, popiah and vegetables. To burn off the calories, we took a stroll along the beach. Following that, James took me for a spin. From East Coast, we passed the Tanah Merah Country Club, the SAF Ferry Terminal, the airport runways, a bunch of night cyclists and cruised through Changi. We stopped for a long chat at Bark Cafe and James sent me home at midnight.
Doc's Scribbles: Bodyaches and bloodshot eyes prevalent
Goodnight, James!
Thursday
Karaoke session lasting 4 hours. Dinner of simple fare at Simpang Bedok. Bedtime at 5am.
Doc's Scribbles: Can you feel the heat tonight?
Room K5
Friday
Shopping Escapade with Vern (again!). Roused at 8am. At Esprit, poor Vern was pounced upon by the transvestite salesperson at the cosmetic counter who created smoky eyes with a 3-in-1 liner with a few deft touches. We were sold. I began to feel woozy in the afternoon, and by 7pm, I felt hot (in the wrong way). We went to the nearest pharmacy and I bought a digital thermometer. True enough, my temperature read 38.3C. Nevertheless, we continued shopping after I'd popped a fever pill. The fever didn't dampen the spending spree which resulted in an Esprit camisole, an Esprit eyeliner, two skirts, a pair of shoes and The All-American Rejects CD. Upon reaching home, my temperature was 38.6C.
Doc's Scribbles: You need sleep!
The guinea pig with smoky eyes
It took us 5 shots to get it right without either party's face being cropped out of the picture.
By golly, it's the golliwogs!I want these.....
...and these too!

Saturday

I'm such a "hot" babe today! Woke up with shivers at 6.30am. Dozed off. Jolted at 8am. Drifted back to sleep. Stirred at 10am before dozing off again. Finally, I got off the bed at 1.30pm. My temperature hovered between 38C and 38.8C till evening. Currently, it reads 37.5C. Let's hope it remains that way.
Doc's Scribbles: Drink more water! Visit the loo more often! Contribute to Newater!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Playing Second Fiddle: A Story

Pressing her nose against the cold, hard glass, the little girl's eyes were fixated on the gleaming sheen. Its seductive arch and intricate carvings enarmoured her. She counted the shillings in her pocket. They weren't enough to get by, much less pay for the bowed instrument.

For the days that followed, she would stop by at the shop and sneak a peek at what her heart desired. The sight of it never failed to stir a lilt in her heart. Each time, she was careful not to give herself away lest the owner removed the object from her line of vision.

Months went by and she got herself a harmonica, a cheap instrument within her league. She loved the harmonica but it could not replicate the yearning for the violin. The shillings in her pocket jingled. There were more of them now, but their worth was still a far cry from the figure on the price tag. The owner of the shop remained unaware of her looming presence. With the harmoica in her pocket, she continued to stare at the transverse curves from afar. She did not dare to dream of drawing the hair of the bow for it was something beyond her grasp. It was an object of awe and wonder. And so, she remained contented with the harmonica while stealing glances at the fingerboard.

A year had passed. Then, another went by. Soon, ten years had passed. By this time, the little girl was a child no more. She was now a lady. The shillings in her pocket had been long forgotten. The harmoica, however, remained in her possession. The stack of dollar notes she held in her hand finally matched the cost of what she had craved for many years.

With heightened anticipation, she approached the store. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a girl running her fingers up the bridge of the violin. The girl picked it up and executed a resounding pizzicato with the finger of her left hand. Satisfied, she picked up the bow and played a lovely tune. Soon, this girl handed a wad of notes to the visibly-pleased owner.

The little girl in the lady simmered silently but was resigned to her fate. After all, the girl possessed a natural flair for the violin while the lady had only her humble harmonica for her musical inclinations. The girl loved the violin as much as she did, for she was often seen practising incessantly on it. The lady comforted herself. At least, the stringed instrument was treasured by another.

To her surprise, she caught sight of the violin in the shop on a random morning. The girl had sold it back to the owner. Wasting no time, the lady marched into the store. Unfortunately, the owner was unwilling to put the instrument up for sale. He wanted the potential buyer to develop a passion for it, and not make a whimsical purchase. A deal was struck. The lady would come by the store and learn the required techniques. However, the previous owner had also struck the same deal with the shopkeeper. The deal was not meant exclusively for the lady.

After months of honing her passion, the strings resonated beautifully in the lady's hands. Through its interludes, the violin spoke to her soul. It was her musical paramour and she loved it more than she ever had. All this while, she had not forgotten about the harmonica. It remained in her pocket loyally for it was the original musical instrument she had. The girl, on the other hand, persisted in her daily trip to the store and continued to dabble on the nodes. The girl loved the violin too despite having to return it to the owner.

After a year, the lady grew weary. She was able to play the violin by now but it seemed to sound better in the girl's hands. Everyone had told the lady that the violin had come to reciprocate her love by churning out perfect tunes. She looked at her hands. Were they as good as the girl's? Why was the girl able to produce chirpy tunes on the violin while the lady struggled to play occasionally? The lady loved the violin but had a fleeting thought. She felt that if it sounded better in the girl's hands, then perhaps, she ought to let the girl have the violin. After all, the lady could still turn to her trusty harmonica. She shook her head vehemently as soon as she thought that aloud to herself.

She had waited a decade to get what her heart desired. It had been a long and arduous task in getting a chance to draw the bow across its strings. She was adamant, even indignant despite the fact that she was already skilled in the harmonica. Although she had made mistakes along the way, she was still able to play lovely tunes on it.

If the violin were able to make its own choice, would it settle on the girl or the lady? Would the violin appreciate the efforts undertaken by the lady to master it or would it prefer its previous owner? It was a silly thought and the lady chided herself. How could the violin speak? It was a silent piece of wood with strings.

And so, the lady remained contented at playing second fiddle for the violin was unable to speak.

Friday, March 17, 2006

The Futility of Words

As children, we were spontaneous, boisterous, zealous and noisy.
Slowly, that ebbed away as we were admonished by stern adults.

Adult A: ^%&#^@&*#^@*
Adult B: $^*&^$&W#^&(@#&)@()!&
Adult C: ##&@^#(@^#(&%*#$)#$@*#_@*#)!!!!

We emerge as apathetic, blasé, laconic and muted adults. Why has our enthusiasm been quelled? Where did that little eager beaver with the sparkle in his/her eyes go to? Why is silence irrevocable?

Along the pathway of life, we've mastered the tactic of reticence for the following reasons:
  1. To avoid conflict.
  2. To eschew the consequential awkward silence
  3. To dodge a potential rift arising from the wrong choice of words.
  4. To maintain status quo and preserve the original state of being.
  5. To remain blithely in the shadows.
  6. To obviate the responsibility of dealing & being bogged with yet another quandary.
  7. To formulate a coherent response.
  8. To mull over the question and come to a decision.
  9. To sidestep an intrinsic discourse.
  10. To ignore its insignificance.
The scientist must stop to observe and start to excogitate.
Sometimes,answers vary. Occasionally, there's a singular result. Periodically, all efforts come to naught when a quest for a plausible answer fails.

Why is one silent?
Why are they silent?
Why are we silent?
Why am I silent?
Why are you silent?

No questions nor comments? Class dismissed.

如果你从没出现 我会不会 觉得快乐一些?


~ 如果你从没出现 我会不会觉得快乐一些 ~
(Would I be happier if I hadn't known you?)

The source of happiness is ironically the source of unhappiness. Yet the source of unhappiness cannot be removed for it will forcibly eliminate the source of happiness.

What does one do?

=天灰=
如果你不再出现 我的世界 还有什么可贵
可惜不够时间 让我们试验 什么叫永远

想念变成怀念 心动变成心碎
偏偏还会关切 你最后属于谁

我的天空今天有点灰
我的心是个落叶的季节
我不知道如何度过今夜
所有的灯 早已经全都熄灭

如果你从没出现 我会不会 觉得快乐一些
可惜残忍时间 总要把诺言 一点点摧毁

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

My Dear, My Friend - James

It was a hot and lazy afternoon, with sunlight spilling its opulence across the room.

"Hello, dear! Free for dinner?"

"Sure, dear! Are you driving? You come and pick me up?"

"No problem, dear!"

"What time?"

"6.45 ok with you?"

"Great, dear!"

A slew of words ensued and I was chatting on the phone with James for about half an hour. If Del were my right-hand man, then James would surely be my left.

We've been through thick and thin with each other. Often, when he was frustrated, we would hole ourselves up in an obscure part of the college, prop ourselves against the walls and talk. We could talk till the gates were locked. He's very protective of me and I know that I can count on him anytime. Who else would abandon a group of friends to sit with me in stony silence at a playground in the wee hours of the morning, say, 3am? No questions, no queries. Just silent, stoic company. He understood. And so we sat, hardly uttering a word till I got up to leave. We're so close that he lugs me around in changing rooms to provide constructive opinions. He's more like a sibling than a friend. Lately, he's been plagued by some medical complications and has spent thousands on consulting specialists. I hope that aspect is resolved soon.

My dear, my friend....on a positive note, yummalicious dinner will be served in an hour!

Mich Is Hot!

Mich is running a high fever now. Typical symptoms include the chills, bodyache, breathlessness and feeling woozy in the head. Looking on the bright side, she's hot today! Heh.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Catching Up...

I woke up in the late afternoon with a flurry of text messages in my phone and a couple of missed calls. Soon, I was out of the house.
test, test....hmmm, it's rather blur...
much better now...gee, I'm so fat!

Over coffee & pasta salad (which was horribly bland) at Starbucks, I spent three hours talking to Nur. There were similar issues we shared and could empathise with each other. At 7pm, Nur went home.

After that, I had dinner with Aili. Her moniker is synonymous with "Straits Times journalist", "London School of Economics scholarship", triple S Paper", "top Arts student", "top GP student", "top Economics, Literature & History student", "badminton captain", "scribes often photocopied and used as model essays for an entire lecture hall", "walking Google", "spouts dates and Literature quotes from ANY possible source at a mere twinkle of an eye", et al. In summary, Ai Li is one heck of a genius.

Mich & Ai Li

We had a rather compelling conversation with regards to the status of the Arts in the local arena, education policies and the lack of a vibrant culture in Singapore. As her articles are related to education, I'm often her source of information and quotes (although I insist on remaining anonymous, for obvious reasons). At Skechers, we filled our tummies with awfully fattening food. Ai Li had linguine, tiramisu & lime juice while I had fish & chips and a Sprite float. Over dinner, I learnt that Marilyn and Janet were pregnant (gee, that's fast!). Out of a tight bunch of 25, 7 were married, 2 pregnant and 1 had already given birth. Clearly, I'm getting older by the day. (and much fatter too! =/ )We left only when the shops started to close. It's always gratifying to have dinner with this intellectual!

Cubism In Asia: Unbounded Dialogues

The Singapore Art Museum has a spectacular display of works. It's a pity that only a trickle of people bother to make a trip there. Currently, a vast collection of Asian Cubist masterpieces is being exhibited. Cubism In Asia : Unbounded Dialogues will end its run on 9 April 2006. Catch it while you can.

One of the featured works: Mother and Child

Del managed to knock off early yesterday and we went to SAM. The exhibition provided an insight to the history of Cubism and its influence on Fauvism, Futurism, Constructivism and to some extent, Expressionism. Interestingly, the concept of the collage originated from synthetic cubism. It also traced the local influences on Cubism in the Asian context. A chronological listing of Cubists who originated from Europe can be found here, with Picasso and Braque as its pioneers.

This sticker gains you entry
The Art of Our Time
Self Portrait: Georgette Chen
The Inoyama Donation: A Tale of Two Artists

We seized the opportunity to view the other ongoing exhibitions like Art of Our Time (with famous works of Georgette Chen, Liu Kang and other local artists) and The Inoyama Donation: A Tale of Two Artists (featuring Indonesian artist Heri Dono & local artist Wong Shih Yaw).

Look at the monstrous amount of food!
Del munching contentedly on his dory filletAdeline & MichAdeline's profile on the Miss Singapore Universe 2006 website

Del and I had dinner at a cafe near Raffles Hotel. Adeline had just completed her facial and joined us for dinner. Find her a tad familiar? She's a semi-finalist in the Miss Singapore Universe 2006 pageant. The prelude's tonight. Good luck, Adeline! Dinner was a whopping plate of steak, lamb, chicken, bacon, ham, sausage, egg and fries while Del's was a humble dory fillet in comparison. Adeline and I slurped happily on lychee sorbets for dessert while Del had his coffee. There wasn't a need for late night supper after that! Heh.

Monday, March 13, 2006

One, Two , Tree!

Did you know that you could nominate a Heritage Tree in Singapore? Incredulous? Yes. Unbelievable? Perhaps. A prank? Nope. There's even a form for you to list the details here.

Nominate A Heritage Tree

About the Heritage Trees Scheme in Singapore

The Heritage Trees Scheme serves to identify, recognise and conserve majestic individual trees in our landscape. Only trees endorsed by the Heritage Trees Panel would be accepted as Heritage Trees. The criteria for endorsement of a Heritage tree include a girth size of 5m, rarity of species, aesthetic, historical significance, cultural reason, social and educational value.

While it's perfectly logical for owners of landed property to have trees in their own gardens, the manner in which this following question is posed, sounds a tad silly.
* Do you own a tree ?
Yes No

What do we have next in line? Nominate your favourite expressway lamppost? Sheesh!

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Mich's Week

A peek into Mich's week thus far:

Monday
  • Dined with Rui.
  • Rui wanted a jacket, so off we went shopping & I spent an hour picking the right one.
Thursday
  • Lunched with Karen.
  • Joined the crowd at the Isetan Private Sale. It left me $150 poorer and a bagful of racerbacks/singlets.
Friday
  • Good news: Last day of the term. Yippee!
  • Bad news: Swimming carnival ended at 5.30pm. At the end of the day, I was among some of those who were soaking wet, thanks to some pupils who doused us unsuspectingly with a pail of water.
Saturday
  • Finally, retail therapy with none other than Vern.
  • My wallet was lighter with $300+ spent on an Esprit skirt, 2 Esprit camisoles, a Future State tube, a Future State singlet, a black laced skirt, a pair of capris from Forever21 and two halters from the Station.
  • Hunger got the better of me, and I put together a desperate late night supper of fish tofu & chicken. Not bad, considering the fact that I cannot cook for nuts. Heh.
Sunday
  • Wanted to catch Munich. Ended up watching I Not Stupid, Too instead.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Happy Holidays!

After 10 weeks in a place enclosed with boisterous human specimens, it is time for a week of peace and quiet.

Happy Holidays to me!

Q & A

There is a question.
There needs to be an answer.

Y / N / Maybe

Make a choice.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A Sick Recipe


I'm feeling generous. Therefore, I shall share with you, my dear reader, the secret recipe of being sick.

Ingredients

  • 1 Throat
  • 1 Nose ( + 2 nostrils)
  • 1 Voice
  • 1 Uterus
  • Lots of tissues
  • A dash of Achoos
  • Some lozenges, Biogesic & flu tablets.
  • 1 quilt
Instructions
  1. Grate the throat till it is swollen and red.
  2. Blend the voice with the throat. Stop when it is hoarse.
  3. Stuff tissues generously in the nostrils. Ensure that they are completely filled.
  4. Sprinkle a dash of Achoos.
  5. Knead the uterus till cramps are induced.
  6. Mix all of the above together and grind.
  7. Leave the mixture to simmer overnight under the quilt.
  8. Bring to boil in the morning.
  9. Garnish with lozenges, Biogesic and the tiny yellow flu pills.
Voila! Breakfast is served in bed, no less.

Amitié et Compagnie

The snail peeked from its shell and the blinding light filtered through the gaping hole. For a moment, it represented a glimmer. Leaving its pretty trail of silver along, it inched its way into the garden. There, it met the busy bees, the flitting butterflies and the tuft of ladybirds. Just as they were once a familiar sight, the snail reckoned a little social engagement wouldn't hurt. After all, it needed a breath of fresh air before it withdrew into its shell once more.
******
Friday 3 March 2006
A simple lunch with Karen swelled to a meal with Charlene, Xinjie, Diana, Kang & Karen. Famished, our table was dotted with fried kang kong, prawn paste chicken wings, steamed fish & sweet and sour pork. I felt a tinge of the once-familiar warmth which eluded me thus far. Banter & mindless chatter aside, it was good emotional therapy.

Wednesday 1 March 2006
It started off with horrid sniffles in the morning. Diana was the next in line to be sneezing wildly in the staff room. Following that was Jiahui who almost resorted to stuffing tissues in those hard-to-reach places (Nostrils, nostrils! What were you thinking?!). The sniffing stooges went for lunch together with Charlene, LL, Xinjie & MF. Wolfing down lunch in fifteen minutes, we trotted back for a series of back-to-back courses till 6pm.

Tuesday 28 February 2006
Out of nowhere, Karen craved char kuay teow & lugged me along to fulfil her desires (palatable ones, tsk!). This was my first lunch with a colleague since the beginning of the year. We're under the star of Scorpio, born in the year of the Goat (albeit 12 years apart), have similar taste in clothes, live close to each other, have a penchant for spicy food and can be scathing when provoked. Little wonder we got along well since Day One. The lady lives a life of luxury in a penthouse, thinks nothing of spending hundreds on SKII & La Mer products (a La Mer moisturizer costs $300+), yet squeals in delight at purchasing a $20+ skirt on sale, thinks that Louis Vuitton & Gucci's price tags are mistakenly printed with a tad too many zeroes and delights in hawker fare. This kooky combination of both extravagance & thrift is what makes Karen endearing and amiable.
Karen & Mich: January 2004
Karen & Mich: March 2006A random pic of Mich in workgear (2005) : The same colour combination of Karen's outfit above.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

What A Girl Wants

Material possessions can bring about instant gratification but she cares little for them.

Her most memorable present is not one of a monogrammed luxury good but an amateurish custom-made candle with a horrific colour scheme. The giver was her good friend. He had amalgamated candles of varying colours to form a single candy-coloured candle. It required patience and was time-consuming. In the process, the giver flamed his finger as well. Another gift which she holds dear is a rag doll that was sewn by her gal pal.

When the glitter fades, what she really wants is a little time, attention, affection, reassurance, care & concern.

Everything You Want

Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon
[one of my favourite old songs. click to download mp3]

Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return

[Chorus]
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
He means everything to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

[Chorus]

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return

[Chorus]
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why
Why?
I don't know