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Monday, August 16

been having a massive musical block these days. the change of scenary since coming home, what with the fucked up humidity and heat, and the pressure of singapore and.. u know, u look at these singaporean faces and it even starts to make u feel guilty that u waste time making music. i had a project to work on with claire that i am absolutely stuck at, with my inability to sync the electric guit with fl studio, and the remake of to be continued has received nothing but negative feedback. it has been so bad that i've resorted to doing covers with claire, which secretly i find fun, but of no value whatsoever.. i've always thought that if u wanna listen to a song, listen to the original dammit.

its been one hell of a journey, and the memories flood back when i look at the photos.. and the memories of leaving, at the airport with imma emma josh ken caleb and jacq.. reaching italy and eating the hard bread with hwee on the first day. and playing football twice a week where i held my own against the skillful ang mos and south americans, with that awesome dribble past 4 players and score and they started calling me artiste.. ah the feeling. hahaha.

there was stayin in italy, being domesticated and excited at going to the supermarket bleah, and experimenting with spaghetti recipes muahaha, washing n hanging n mopping. i actually find a secret joy everytime i cleaned the toilet. i was so proud of it. brought back memories of NS. and big bang theory with a beer in hand everyday with tuo. and talkin to the italian roomie.

and then there was the erasmus trip to venice, where i met tuomas and we started hanging out lots, and then there was the ski trip, which made me the laughing stock of everyone for my intense position, and then there was belgium which was a joke, but nonetheless i found wonderful friends in henni anne andy joan nina elisa and tyler and dont forget that awesome song with henni.. and amsterdam paris rome AND SHROOMS OMG with wx and sum.. of which i met wonderful people in claire caryn kianhean and lionel. then morocco, then florence with the wonderful road trip in which i drove on the right side manual, totally weird, but awesome fun. and then a month in italy where i made the emo song goodbye with nina, and did nothing but rot and spend time in the park playing football with the lads, barely studying and acing all the subjs with flying colors.

and then there was the after trip, meeting kev and wife and stayin at their lovely home in london, eating duck like never before with andy n hwee, and then visiting henni tuo nina anne and hwee at the lovely finnish cottage, dancing with henni to number 1 til 7am, nutcases, going to sauna and jumping into the fuckin freezing lake.. and then the rock festival in seinajoki, where we got drunk everyday and got to see jared leto and atreyu omg haha. and ending with 4 long sad goodbye hugs from nina at the airport. and tearing at the airport like a kid.

and rounding it all off with a pretty awesome time in salzburg vienna and budapest with daniel wx muiyi ade and serene. well, it was awesome personally spking, but knowing dan and serene just broke up, while wx n muiyi makes out the other side, and having to listen to ade and her non stop gibberish haha. o well. it wasnt as bad as i expected really.

the thing is.. i dont rem much about the places i visited. it's nvr been about the place to me. it was always the company. i dun care if this building is pretty, or the scenary is wonderful, ok well i orgas at big open spaces and big open lakes, but with every place visited came a frenship forged, a fren along with awesome memories. it will prob never happen that i get an opportunity like this again to make such wonderful frens from diff parts of the world, and its really hard for me to let go.. even after a month being back i still talk to nina online everyday, look at old photos and remember the life i had.

i really miss u guys. u know who u are.

on another note, gout is no joke. but its hitting me hard, i was so afraid i could never kick a ball again.. it must be all the alcohol that i've been having. especially with the hard alcohol clubbing every week and insistence on having a beer every night. better stop. school starts in 2 days too. i was even entertaining the idea of going to class drunk. wtf is wrong with me.

o, maybe its the lack of alcohol that is giving me musical block. i've always managed to write songs when im half drunk.

ok get the man a beer.
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Samuel Lai
1 October 1986
ex-St. Anthony's Primary School
ex-St. Joseph's Institution
ex-St. Andrew's Junior College
Singapore Management University
ex-Special Constabulary
samuel_lai_14@hotmail.com
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        To Be Continued..
        Music: Samuel Lai
        Lyrics: Samuel Lai


        Chorus
        This is the story of ma dreadful life, don’t wanna
        Breathe in nicotine till the day I die, don’t wanna
        Shut the freakin’ doors then wave goodbye, don’t wanna
        Bring to an end this fucked up life, I
        Weep in the stillness of the night, I
        Cry when the mommy dies beside, I’m
        Feeling bored to snuffle grab the bag of freakin’ ruffles screw’em
        What comes next, death or demise?

        Verse 1
        Oh yeah
        Alive wow wee
        See, I hate my name
        Daddy’s fault he thought it was a game
        Insane, this is lame
        Ain’t doin’ with the rest of the crap
        Read the fuckin’ map boy
        Snip off my lil dicky
        Man ain’t lying trust me
        Maid and baby
        Mommy never bother me
        Daddy workin’ JTC
        I was fourteen
        Flicked out an orange knife
        Did a slit for kicks then I thought
        Go get a freakin’ life
        Mommy ran and cried
        Daddy dragged me inside
        Vicious fight
        Rough tough slice bite
        This is my blight my plight
        Affliction, retribution
        They ain’t in my sight no more
        I fall I crawl
        Through the gloomy hall
        Jumped for joy when I kicked his balls
        8 points and one damned C
        Scored that fuckin’ A B B
        Here’s the halfway stop
        Oh yeah open your eyes and you’ll see

        Verse 2
        Obsession is addiction is compulsion
        A fixation for that fuckin’ fag
        Dota lag heck
        Inhale a stick of tar and beg
        Went to hell and back
        The gov gave me an SC
        Fine ‘em money
        O hi grand welcome to SM Uni
        Bring it on accountancy
        Here starts the story
        Of the five gals who went past me
        Hate me, bitch me
        Screw me, fuck me
        Damned the taste of their pussy
        Meow it got a lil smoky
        Then they got far too naggy
        There’s this cool new bitch in LTB
        Tall thin whirlwind
        Squareface I call her
        Call me sucker
        Mother fucker ain’t gonna get her
        I smoke I swear I litter
        Oh I’m a damned liability
        That coffee tasted bitter
        Owner’s equity
        I’m getting sleepy
        Hear the verse
        And sing the fuckin’ chorus to me

        Verse 3
        My dreadful story
        From yours truly
        Distraction, attraction
        You name it, you’ve got me
        This is chronic’s story
        Yours sincerely
        Written just for you
        My three closest druggies
        You know who you are
        Time to disappear
        Copyright, trademark
        Yours faithfully
        Fuckin’ off
        To be continued







        Yeah, She's
        Music: Samuel Lai
        Lyrics: Samuel Lai


        Chorus
        Yeah
        She’s walkin’ into the dark
        She’s cryin’ into her sleep
        She’s waking to a nightmare
        Yeah
        She’s flyin’ into the light
        She’s found a piece of her heart, her heart
        Don’t turn back into the screams
        Oh baby
        Don’t wake her up from this dream

        Verse 1
        Time, she had it anyway
        Place, she had it everyday
        Sex, that’s what it’s all about
        Damn, she’s givin’ up herself
        Bitch, guess what they label her
        Slut, her eye sheds a tear
        Yeah, she looks at her mind at her soul at her face in the mirror

        Verse 2
        Gone, oh has she disappeared
        Oops, she’s back in pain and fear
        Ahhh, she’s scared of how she sounds
        Bam, her face has hit the ground
        Man, she’s so not gettin’ out
        Friend, that ain’t gonna help
        Yeah, she looks at her mind at her soul at her face in the mirror

        Verse 3
        Yeah, yeah, yeah,
        Please don’t wake up



        Your Friend
        Music: Samuel Lai
        Lyrics: Samuel Lai


        Chorus
        Anytime you need to hide
        Let me give you a hand
        I’ll share your misery
        I’ll be your friend
        So just give a shout
        I’m on my way, on my way
        Now, just don’t jump down
        I’m coming

        Verse 1
        You look lost in the wilderness
        Your face tells me you’re shedding tears
        You’re fighting hard to drive away
        Your insanity
        You fence up all your frontiers
        But I can feel all your fears
        Still fighting hard to drive away
        All your pain
        Don’t turn away, I’m coming
        Don’t pop that pill, arriving
        I ain’t gonna let you die

        Verse 2
        You shiver in sorrow and distress
        Your face betrays your anxiousness
        You’re trying hard to hide away
        Your insanity
        You start to think that you are cursed
        You wonder if this is all rehearsed
        Still trying hard to hide away
        All your pain
        Don’t turn away, I’m coming
        Don’t pop that pill, arriving
        I ain’t gonna let you die




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