Why Would I Write

  • Leaving the one oh eight.

    A new 2storeyheart song! Listen to it on myspace! Or download it here. I spent a few hours this evening at home recording this song, the guitar was a bitch to play. Haha. Anyway have a listen and leave your feedback! 😀

    Leaving the one oh eight

    So I’ve made up my mind
    I’m packing my stuff
    I’m letting it go
    I’ll leave it behind

    I know that you know that
    It wasn’t an easy
    Decision to make yeah
    But it’s for the best

    It’s gonna be a long road
    And I won’t have you
    You won’t have me either
    You’ll find someone new

    And so must I..
    At least I’ll try..

    I’m starting to picture
    All our memories
    All the times shared
    With you surrounding me

    I’ll miss all these four walls
    I’ll miss the TV
    I’ll miss all the times
    You were there for me

    The hour long journeys
    To get to your door
    And all of the storms
    That I had to brave

    You never asked for more..
    You never asked for more..

    And I’m leaving the one oh eight in shambles
    Empty like a shell
    That’s been abandoned, left for something better
    Four blank grey stained walls

    As I put the last box in my car
    I closed the door, I turned and looked
    At the windows looking back at me
    The lights are off like faded memories
    Disappearing in the dark
    Every single moment that we shared together
    Will forever Be part of my life

    And it’s just so hard to let go
    When you’re heading down on that road
    Leaving what you loved behind
    In hopes that you will find
    It’s just so hard to let go
    When you’re heading down on that road
    Leaving what you loved behind
    In hopes that you will find another

  • Random handphone notes.

    You know what, I think there’s a nudist inside me. When I know I’m home alone, I walk around the house naked before I enter the shower. I have no idea why I do it, but I do.

    Fuel is too cheap in Malaysia. What? Yes that’s right. Why do I say such things? Look at how many mat rempits there are on the road. Imagine if fuel cost rm10/liter. Would people still be throwing money away like that? Exactly.They wouldn’t even be able to afford it. We’d see less souped up Protons on the streets. It would rid KL of at least half it’s eye/ear sores inducing pollution. Leave racing to people in super cars with money, and on the race track.

    People who get off elevators on the wrong floor are funny. Today, I was waiting for the lift to go down to the first floor, when it arrived and out rushed a lady. She took a few steps, looked left and realized she was on the wrong floor and came back in. I mean come on, she traveled down maybe two floors (I assumed she came in about two floors above me, cos the lights indicated a pause on that floor) and rushed out. If an elevator went that fast I’d be afraid.

    I checked my blog stats (haven’t done that in awhile) and I noticed I still get the same amount of hits on my blog even though I don’t update as frequent as before. Who are these people?! Checking out my blog everyday for updates -_- I will try to write more. It helps keep my English in check as well. I think.

  • Elevator Stories.

    Since I don’t live on the first floor anymore, I have to take the elevators up eight floors whenever I go out or back home (I guess I’m just too lazy to walk up and down eight flights of stairs haha.) Anyway, I noticed a few things.

    People stare at the floor indicators. I think almost everyone I’ve been in the elevator with (if they aren’t engaged in conversation with someone else) just stands in their place and tilts their head back up to look at the blinking lights which indicate what floor they are on. I don’t know why people do it, but people just do it, and sometimes when I’m alone in the elevator I find myself doing it to. There must be an explanation for it! I guess maybe there’s nothing else to look at. Unless there are mirrors in the elevators or it is a glass elevator (usually not the case in condominiums).

    Whenever you are in a rush, the lift is never there, ready and waiting for you to step in as soon as you call for it. Nope, never. And if it is, it probably is going in the wrong direction. One of the reasons why I prefer stairs (especially when I’m late for a movie in mega mall, stairs ftw!).

    It is weird getting off the same floor as someone. Especially when it is at an ungodly hour. Every time I go in the elevator and see that my floor is already pressed, I feel like some kind of stalker. I usually make sure I exit the lift first so people don’t think I’m following them! One time, I got out from the lift with 2 other people on my floor, and they turned out to be my neighbors- one opposite me, and one next door. I had never seen them before in my life. Haha.

    Well, I’ve only been here about three weeks, and I’m pretty sure I have many more years of elevator stories to come from living here. So, till the next part in elevator stories.. enjoy your vertical rides with strangers!