Blame it on the weather love

I have been planning this song for a long long time now.

since november last year..

Its probably gonna be one of my all-time favourites.

so much effort to perfect the rhythm and words.

fucking mainstream 4-chord guitar acoustic emo rock pop songs.

but after 8 months of incubation

the time has come to stop holding it back

and release this work to the world

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Blame it on the weather, Love

by Rishik Vijay Menon

Fell for your lines in the library

reading out loud like a mainstream movie

playing out the parts of a private scene

you were playing to the hopes of my lemon tea dreams

where maybe tonight you can sit on my lap
then i take the last bus as you take the cab back
summer lasts forever in the singapore sense of the

weather now its raining cause we're meant to be together

walking to the park to the beach to the jetty

i'll walk you to your doorstep, but first you got to let me

take you on a tour through my playground memories

your planning for the future but I hunger for your history

free from the boundries of void deck games

for soccer balls I dived down the monsoon drains

we only just met, but your accents kinda changed

it took you three tries to remember my name

your voice turned

silence silver

why did you turn it back gold

Im not one

for small favours

take back your apologies, and just go

we fell in love in the april showers

running for refuge to the bird watchin tower

sleepless from the second first kiss under cover

i was losing my mind to flying ants and cicadas

spending recess-break buying post-recital flowers

phone plans were tested in the silent hour

of the morn when the shine of the street lights won

the glory of the stars in this tropical dawn

Only catching sleep when I dreamt through econs

the lectures felt deep and my desk felt warm

you doodled out a poem on the back of my palm

notes feeling so right, though my answers were wrong

like, running after trains which didnt wanna wait

left home an hour early, cause you swore that I'd be late

sharing kaya toast and coffee, catching sunlight off a plate

then you nearly made me choke, when you said this felt like fate

your voice turned

silence silver

why did you turn it back gold

Im not one

of small favours

take back your apologies, and just go

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you stole my breathe down bugis street

melted me away in the August heat

like fireworks your smile made my heart skip a beat

the sound of your laughter mobilised me to my feet

you held my hand at the park, fort canning

then you broke my heart, like I always saw it coming

"did you really think this was gonna last forever?

if you really need a reason, you can blame it on the weather..."

thunder turned

silence silver

and stormclouds turned it back gold

Im not one

to last the weather

your hurricane has yet to let me go

your voice turned

silence silver

why did you turn it back gold

I cant stand

These small favours

So take your apologies

and just go.

the murder is in the mixture

panadol and cabernet sauvignon

by rishik

in so much pain

im terrified, of the world

of memories of flashing blue and red

on my rear view mirror

and dreams of driving forever

against the flow of traffic

i blast the heater

and confuse left turns for right

i want to go home so bad

and if i were to die, whos gonna

be the ones cleaning up the

wreckage

the bodies

who will pay

for the funeral

who will call my parents every saturday

or play with my nephew

im terrified and

every red light

feels like

forever

I wait

at the slip roads

cant trust anyone now

certainly not myself

zebra crossings appear out of no where

my hearts drops, as I drive on through.

there was no one there.

40 kph feels unbearably fast

and my eyes dart back and forth,

from speedometer to speed limits

and again memories, of sirens

and flashing jams of red and blue

i consider pulling over and cuddling up

to sleep

but oh

I oh

I wanna go home

so bad right now

i wanna i wanna go

in the distance

i see a face looking at me

and i dont know what happened.

if the car stopped

and i got out

or if maybe

i slowed to such speeds, that

i was able to gawk for so long

or maybe, quite likely,

I drove straight

as per normal

but the power in that stare was so intense

I felt its impact all the way home

it wasnt a stare

it was a moment

we shared

me and her

from that far

to that near

pointed ears

eyes that reflected my

headlights

and whose colour i'll; never quite be sure of

not smiling looking at me

out of concern

maybe fear

or maybe even a terrible spiteful contempt

hoping for my crash

a beautiful long white fur coat

my eyes left the road from then on

and i could not think of anything else

except when was the last time

I had seen someone so

damn

beautiful

god knows what happened after that

where the time went

and how I got home last night

Day late friend

I was just talking to Sakina about feeling old. and unaccomplished. but you know what...

fuck it.

cause I am...

(DRUMS!)

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Still waiting

for my

first grey hair

or my first

paycheck

or my

first grey

anywhere

still single

no problem

without

army allowance

no more

homework

essays

deadlines

Im just

walking

Im rocking

Still living free

And mentally

no where close to

twenty three

Im as young as

I'll ever be

why did I need this

law degree

still clueless to the situation

of wars and life outside this nation

still unsure of the right proportion

of milk to add to my thayir saadam

They claim, Im hopelessly too hopeful

My driving style experimental

well I shant let them fault my tempo

no crime in taking time so gentle

..

and I wont be moved by

what I'm told

Cause Im still growing up

But I'm Not old

and while they treat,

this world just like a stage

All my life

I only ever

Act my age

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Turning English-Speakers into Orotund Linguists

(while talking about the weather..)

"your one of those guys where the glass is 3/4 full"

"if its not full, its probably a really big glass"

---

(while talking about pirates)

"do you know why pirates are called pirates?"

"ehh.. "

"because they ARGHHH!!"

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(talking about getting high)

"wow, you really dance to your own rhythm, dont you?"

"why, thank you!"

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(talking about homework)

"If you leave work till the last minute, you only take a minute to finish it."

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Jokes in bad tastes

(after listening to the computer-voice in dictionary.com)

"Its like one of those guys in a wheelchair"

(Juliet stares in shock)

"land mines dont kill people. people who step on landmines kill people."

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really starting to love the people here.

All the same, as much as I love them

cant wait for this course to be over.

cheers mate.

I think this is winter

I think this is winter.

This cold.

Temperature.

Not emotion.

Walking to southport beach was the smartest thing I did all day.

And today, being alone was not a cause for sadness.

Solitude brought happy memories,

time to contemplate

and a freedom from people.

all notions which I have

been in want of

and am grateful for

now it has come.

I walked up and down, and the beach and sky was beautiful.

the sound of the sea,

the birds in the sky.

then sitting down and finding those two seashells.

Im not a romantic kinda guy, but those sea shells were gorgeous.

It didnt make me miss anyone.

or particularly nostalgic.

I just really thought, how pretty they were.

and how much I wish I could make friends with other people who appreciate this same sort of simple profound poetry in nature, that I see.

this was real.

real cold too.

but sitting there in my shorts and thongs(or slippers. or chapals.) I was dealing with it.

happy to have the sun up.

happy to be reading, and to not have any immediate concerns or worries

like hunger, homework or social obligations weighing on my mind.

my escape has been a success after all.

oh god, did I mention it was cold?

I spent nearly 2 hours in that cold beach park.

felt like the whole day.

or maybe it just made the whole day memorable.

this can not define my australia experience in any way.

the hard and cold lesson of Australia thus far has been

budgeting, organising, planning, sacrificing and lots and lots

or initiative to break the inertia.

but the beach. today.

it was an escape. and thank god for escapes.

now i think I mentioned happy memories.

I suppose it wont hurt to share a few.

sitting with prem at starbucks at clark quay.

sitting with soefie in the TJ library.

studying with kubo at marine parade library starbucks.

sitting with amitha at fort canning park after some exam.

taking a bus with jasvir and de wei from st pats to changi airport.

sitting with lizzy at east coast park after getting back some exam results.

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Songs in my mind

as I sat on the cold beach front.

"Konstantine" Something Corporate

"Beautiful Rescue" This Providence

"Adelaide" Anberlin

"Weather" Rishik Menon

jason durelooo~

iyaz and his shitty music videos are really comforting.

its sucha throwback to the 90s, of simple uncomplicated editing and story lines.

and i especially love how simple yet catchy his two singles have been so far.

"solo" and "replay".

its nice, you know?

his existence.

and how there is still sweet lubby dubby love in this cynical age; especially so in hip hop and RnB.

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"Feeling like a star, you can't stop me shining"

Jason Durelo

"IN MY MIND"

Eddie Izzard

shake shake shake shake-eh shakit!

Its a victory for lousy dancers everywhere

oh love.

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now on a serious note..

to be in UCL would be crazy.

A fucking top university in the world.

studying law.

with the best students in the world.

people who are gonna be sharp, clever, intelligent

scholars, geniuses, the best of the best.

and im gonna have to find my way in the midst of it all.

Im gonna have to try and survive.

in a foreign country, too.

and try and do more than just survive,

maybe even thrive,

just to justify my parents in sending me there.

its gonna be insane. all that pressure, all that expectation to live up to

I cant even imagine the type of people whose company Im going to be in

these 120 or so others who will, all one day, be out there, making big names for themselves.

I dont know how I'll be able to do it.

But I want to try. and I know if I can make it through the admissions

it means I'm really not a lost cause after all.

"Im happy for you. You deserve to go to the best university you can go to"

Soefie

"Dont sign on. You won't be happy. You need a job where you will use your head"

Mr Rajesh

"he has his wings and he's going to do his own thing"

Mrs Nelly during the parent-teacher-dialogue

"I know the people who are in OCS. and there is nothing that they have, that we don't have."

Me, during my last week in SISPEC

Some of the most memorable motivational sayings from real life...

about 5 months to go. or less.

I have so much to do...

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one last thing.

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I have to stop searching wikipedia, yahoo!answers and google news for useless information and get down to proper reading/writing!!!