by Rishik Menon
I have breakfast, like I say my prayers
out of habit not hunger
Sunday, October 23, 2011
The dog days are over
Sunday Morning
by Rishik Menon
I have breakfast, like I say my prayers
out of habit not hunger
by Rishik Menon
I have breakfast, like I say my prayers
out of habit not hunger
Friday, October 14, 2011
Hey There Sakina
In a continuation of yesterday's spirit, of writing songs for my friends by stealing tunes of famous pop songs, I present....
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"Thats What I Call LDR!"
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"Thats What I Call LDR!"
(A 'Hey There Delilah' Tribute)
by Rishik Menon
Hey there Sakina, what's it like in old Clementi
I'm like 22 stops awayby train, this beats taking PIE,
yes its true
one hour plus to get to you.
what to do?
Hey there Sakina, is damn headache la, this distance
Listen finish to my CD,
now this song again must listen
it never end,
now pregnant lady make me stand
I si beh sian
Why must meet at Holland V
Why must meet at Holland V
You know I living in Changi
Why must meet at Holland V
Meet at Holland V
Hey there Sakina, though you live so very far
when using skype, it doesnt matter
whether Marsiling or Myanmar
is where youre at
as long got internet, can chat.
sometimes skype lag
If Im late, must take the car
Why must meet at Holland V
Meet at Holland V
Hey there Sakina, though you live so very far
when using skype, it doesnt matter
whether Marsiling or Myanmar
is where youre at
as long got internet, can chat.
sometimes skype lag
Why must meet at Holland V
Why must meet at Holland V
You know I living in Changi
Why must meet at Holland V
Meet at Holland V
If Im late, must take the car
Buey tahan this LDR
Top up my EZ link card every week
Your friends all make fun of me
they say "wha, this boy, very free"
travel across the island just to meet
Sakina, I wanna spend time with you
But have you seen this taxi queue
The booking fare is gonna be damn pain
Who can I blame
Top up my EZ link card every week
Your friends all make fun of me
they say "wha, this boy, very free"
travel across the island just to meet
Sakina, I wanna spend time with you
But have you seen this taxi queue
The booking fare is gonna be damn pain
Who can I blame
Hey there Sakina
You be good, work hard and study
Soon you'll find a job and graduate
with your bachelors in history, its okay
if you dont work in Singapore or stay
doesnt matter how far away
I'll be waiting everyday
Just take care, kay?
I'll meet you at Holland V
I'll meet you at Holland V
Though I living in Changi
I'll meet you at Holland V
Meet at Holland V
Thursday, October 13, 2011
soefies mom
for the next few days, I plan to finish up as many half complete songs as possible. Starting, today, with Soefie's Mom.
=)
Soefie's Mom
by Rishik Menon
(VERSE 1)
Soefie can I come over after tuition (after tution)
=)
Soefie's Mom
by Rishik Menon
(VERSE 1)
Soefie can I come over after tuition (after tution)
We can finish homework and use playstation (playstation)
I saw your mom this morning at the HDB lift (HDB lift)
She was carrying the barang from her market trip (Market trip)
(PRE-CHORUS)
I know Im not the good muslim, you want me to be!
But I’ll be fasting everyday this year, to get myself ready!
(CHORUS)
Soefie’s mom is making beef rendang!
Its all I want, and Ive waited for so long
Soefie invite me
To hari raya puasa please!
You might think somethings wrong
but you should really try her beef rendang
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
(VERSE 2)
Can you ta pau the leftover for me to school? (bring it to school)
I hope you don’t mind, can you ta pau it full.. (Ta pau it full)
I know you dont like to see food go to waste (go to waste)
So I help you finish, so sedap la, this taste (such a taste)
(PRE-CHORUS)
So I help you finish, so sedap la, this taste (such a taste)
(PRE-CHORUS)
I mean I like your cooking too, your nasi biryani
But when it comes to beef rendang, oh soefie can’t you see?
(CHORUS)
Soefie’s mom is making beef rendang!
Its all I want and Ive waited for so long
Oh, please invite me
To your Aidilfitri Feast
You might think somethings wrong, but
Have you tried that beef rendang?
(FINAL CHORUS)
Soefie's mom is making beef rendang
Its all I want, and I’ve waited for so long
Soefie marry me
I really need this recipe
I wish I could be strong
But its really shiok this beef rendang
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
-END-
=D
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
(Soefie's Mom is Making Beef Rendang)
-END-
=D
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Spider and The Leaf
What he really wanted was The Fly. And Oh, I know what youre thinking, "such legs, such eyes".. But No, no, you have to believe me, because it wasnt about that, this time. "This time it was different" he sweared. She wasnt just another piece of meat to suck dry and throw away. This one was special. This one had attitude.
It was the way she moved: certain, sexy, (dare I say it?) fly.. Such zest, such life, I mean, hey, its really not at all surprising that he became as obsessed as he did. That he'd spend endless nights working out hypothetical histories, dreaming up their inevitable union, fantasizing, romanticizing the different ways they'd finally be together. Oh, it was unhealthy, alright. Trust me.
But I suppose if anyone was going to be responsible for such a state of mind, it HAD to be her. For he might have said it was "different this time", but believe you me, those eyes, those legs, were oh so very fine.
He didnt know in the slightest what was happening to him. Not a clue that he'd ever develop such a taste, such a need for her time, her company. It was all so gradual, his resistance, so unremarkably slipping. But eventually, as it was bound to, it happened. And one morning, he woke up and decided that things were going to change. That she was truly the one for him. And he was going to do everything in his power to make her his. Which leads us to the second part of this story.
He got to work. Took time to himself. Started first by building a web, which would trap her whilst she least expected it. Bring her to his grasp. The web was built out of lines, and the lines he would use, they were all intertwining, layered, wide in scope, multi-dimensioned, all leading up to one central (obviously forgone) conclusion. The web was work, but work was what he had to do. Work led to results, success, exactly what you needed to get whatever it is you want to get. This wasnt the time to leave it up to fate or destiny. Those games of intuition and gut feel were for the past, for those lesser insects he wasnt really that interested in. This time was different. No way was he going to leave it to chance. If ever an occasion called for preparation, this was it.
He chose the location with care, the angle with consideration, the threads, calculated, everything tested. To endure time, the weather, be firm, yet flexible. And most importantly, it had to be delicate and subtle enough, that she just might land on it without noticing. And for quite a while it seemed like it just might have worked.
She came to see him, pretty frequently. Her visits were always unannounced, yet expected. Teasing, she'd flirt in and out of the holes in his web. Occasionally allowing a wing to stroke a thread or two, but never letting herself get caught. Cleverly, avoiding the lines he so cleverly laid out in the first place. Lines that might have worked! But she simply refused to entertain them.
Still, she'd return. And he held on to hope. That one day, she would stay for good. And so, another day would pass, him in eager anticipation, always adjusting, fine-tuning, re-building his web, his life around this one dame.
But then, one autumn morning, something strange happened. Something disastrous which he didnt plan for at all. His web had caught something. But it wasnt the fly. It was a leaf.
The leaf had fallen from a tree nearby, out of the sky, into his web. She'd turn red, and gush, and insisted it wasnt him she fell for. But you'd expect that sort of thing from her. To his annoyance, she's talk a bit more about her weekend and her summer, excuses, lengthy, on how she ended up at this particular neighbourhood, this particular door. Her frame was delicate, verging on brittle, and he dared not let her fall any further, for surely she wouldnt last long after that. So he let her stay the night, observing her incessant chatter, foreign accent and a most curiously transient complexion.
The fly came the next morning, unannounced, but expected as always. And her eyes, compounded, saw the leaf trapped on the web. And in seeing this, saw the web for the first time in her life. Saw it for what it really was. The spider had no chance to draw her closer. He saw this in her embarrassment, the sudden change in her swagger. And this made him feel embarrassed. The game was over. No words were exchanged. Too awkward for goodbyes, it was as silent as dawn.
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The leaf stayed on the web for a few more weeks, growing weaker by the minute, keeping him company before the inevitable happened, and she withered away from his world. And when that had finally happened, he decided, he would go forth, build a new web and get on with his life.
Sometimes he'd reminiscent and think about the fly. All the possibilities and outcomes that could have occurred. And whether or not he'd ever see her again.
It was the way she moved: certain, sexy, (dare I say it?) fly.. Such zest, such life, I mean, hey, its really not at all surprising that he became as obsessed as he did. That he'd spend endless nights working out hypothetical histories, dreaming up their inevitable union, fantasizing, romanticizing the different ways they'd finally be together. Oh, it was unhealthy, alright. Trust me.
But I suppose if anyone was going to be responsible for such a state of mind, it HAD to be her. For he might have said it was "different this time", but believe you me, those eyes, those legs, were oh so very fine.
He didnt know in the slightest what was happening to him. Not a clue that he'd ever develop such a taste, such a need for her time, her company. It was all so gradual, his resistance, so unremarkably slipping. But eventually, as it was bound to, it happened. And one morning, he woke up and decided that things were going to change. That she was truly the one for him. And he was going to do everything in his power to make her his. Which leads us to the second part of this story.
He got to work. Took time to himself. Started first by building a web, which would trap her whilst she least expected it. Bring her to his grasp. The web was built out of lines, and the lines he would use, they were all intertwining, layered, wide in scope, multi-dimensioned, all leading up to one central (obviously forgone) conclusion. The web was work, but work was what he had to do. Work led to results, success, exactly what you needed to get whatever it is you want to get. This wasnt the time to leave it up to fate or destiny. Those games of intuition and gut feel were for the past, for those lesser insects he wasnt really that interested in. This time was different. No way was he going to leave it to chance. If ever an occasion called for preparation, this was it.
He chose the location with care, the angle with consideration, the threads, calculated, everything tested. To endure time, the weather, be firm, yet flexible. And most importantly, it had to be delicate and subtle enough, that she just might land on it without noticing. And for quite a while it seemed like it just might have worked.
She came to see him, pretty frequently. Her visits were always unannounced, yet expected. Teasing, she'd flirt in and out of the holes in his web. Occasionally allowing a wing to stroke a thread or two, but never letting herself get caught. Cleverly, avoiding the lines he so cleverly laid out in the first place. Lines that might have worked! But she simply refused to entertain them.
Still, she'd return. And he held on to hope. That one day, she would stay for good. And so, another day would pass, him in eager anticipation, always adjusting, fine-tuning, re-building his web, his life around this one dame.
But then, one autumn morning, something strange happened. Something disastrous which he didnt plan for at all. His web had caught something. But it wasnt the fly. It was a leaf.
The leaf had fallen from a tree nearby, out of the sky, into his web. She'd turn red, and gush, and insisted it wasnt him she fell for. But you'd expect that sort of thing from her. To his annoyance, she's talk a bit more about her weekend and her summer, excuses, lengthy, on how she ended up at this particular neighbourhood, this particular door. Her frame was delicate, verging on brittle, and he dared not let her fall any further, for surely she wouldnt last long after that. So he let her stay the night, observing her incessant chatter, foreign accent and a most curiously transient complexion.
The fly came the next morning, unannounced, but expected as always. And her eyes, compounded, saw the leaf trapped on the web. And in seeing this, saw the web for the first time in her life. Saw it for what it really was. The spider had no chance to draw her closer. He saw this in her embarrassment, the sudden change in her swagger. And this made him feel embarrassed. The game was over. No words were exchanged. Too awkward for goodbyes, it was as silent as dawn.
---
The leaf stayed on the web for a few more weeks, growing weaker by the minute, keeping him company before the inevitable happened, and she withered away from his world. And when that had finally happened, he decided, he would go forth, build a new web and get on with his life.
Sometimes he'd reminiscent and think about the fly. All the possibilities and outcomes that could have occurred. And whether or not he'd ever see her again.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
i feel the sun creeping up
things are gonna change.
come on dude. you started the last few weeks pretty well. dont let yourself backslide. its not cool, if you aint dancing.
no more (TOO) late nights. no more missing half a lecture.
Starting tonight, youre gonna read all your law readings before class. and well. be awesome.
lifes too short to be anything else. also, gym. and learn french. and clean the damn room.
kay thats all. be good, now, little man. don't lose it.
come on dude. you started the last few weeks pretty well. dont let yourself backslide. its not cool, if you aint dancing.
no more (TOO) late nights. no more missing half a lecture.
Starting tonight, youre gonna read all your law readings before class. and well. be awesome.
lifes too short to be anything else. also, gym. and learn french. and clean the damn room.
kay thats all. be good, now, little man. don't lose it.
Sunday, October 09, 2011
its all a matter of perspective
"cause when a guy gets with a lot of girls, he's a player. but when a girl gets with a lot of guys, she's a slut. so obviously, thats blatant sexism. or chauvinism. or misogyny. or whatever. call it what you want.. its bullshit is all I mean."
"but.. is it really? cause its easier for girls to get guys than it is for guys to get girls. so yeaa. obviously since guys are playing from a disadvantage, we gotta praise them??"
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"so what would you do if war came. if the proverbial button was actually pushed?"
"what else can I do? pack it up and go, la.."
(after some more discussion)
"wait, didnt you just say you would leave singapore if there was war?"
"what? no, i didnt!"
"You said you'd pack up and go!"
"Ya, ya. I meant, pack up and go, as in report to camp.."
"ahhh... big difference.."
"but.. is it really? cause its easier for girls to get guys than it is for guys to get girls. so yeaa. obviously since guys are playing from a disadvantage, we gotta praise them??"
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"so what would you do if war came. if the proverbial button was actually pushed?"
"what else can I do? pack it up and go, la.."
(after some more discussion)
"wait, didnt you just say you would leave singapore if there was war?"
"what? no, i didnt!"
"You said you'd pack up and go!"
"Ya, ya. I meant, pack up and go, as in report to camp.."
"ahhh... big difference.."
Sunday, October 02, 2011
thislove
Sure the lyrics can be found online at lyricsmania and songmeanings.com
but for some reason its only half complete. and not even all right. so here we go.
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this love by younghearts
(Verse 1)
The truth in short
Someone's got to love someone more
It's all a power struggle
The truth here now
The pair of us are far too proud
To say we need each other
So hold your tongue
Words cannot erase the damage done
We'll only hurt each other
So keep your drugs, keep your wine
Whatever helps you pass the time
You've got your life and I've got mine, my lover
Cause darling, truth be told
(Chorus)
This love, this love,
this love can't last forever
this love, this love,
this wont last..
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Verse 2)
I think you chose
well judging by the powder around your nose
It was a losing battle
So was it fate, or was it fair?
Or was it love that led us here,
I could not see, will you tell me, my dear?
Cause Darling, All I know
(Chorus)
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Bridge)
Still I cannot give up
Well, I go to bed, and I sleep and I dream of love
My heart is frozen stuck
Well I go to bed, and I sleep and I dream of you..
I dream of you...
Cause darling, truth be told
(Chorus)
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Outro)
Hold your tongue
Your not leaving here with me
You were gone, youre gone
Shut the door after you leave
Darling, Hold your tongue
Your not leaving here with me
You were gone, youre gone
Shut the door after you leave
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLfNxqbsgQA&feature=related
but for some reason its only half complete. and not even all right. so here we go.
---
this love by younghearts
(Verse 1)
The truth in short
Someone's got to love someone more
It's all a power struggle
The truth here now
The pair of us are far too proud
To say we need each other
So hold your tongue
Words cannot erase the damage done
We'll only hurt each other
So keep your drugs, keep your wine
Whatever helps you pass the time
You've got your life and I've got mine, my lover
Cause darling, truth be told
(Chorus)
This love, this love,
this love can't last forever
this love, this love,
this wont last..
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Verse 2)
I think you chose
well judging by the powder around your nose
It was a losing battle
So was it fate, or was it fair?
Or was it love that led us here,
I could not see, will you tell me, my dear?
Cause Darling, All I know
(Chorus)
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Bridge)
Still I cannot give up
Well, I go to bed, and I sleep and I dream of love
My heart is frozen stuck
Well I go to bed, and I sleep and I dream of you..
I dream of you...
Cause darling, truth be told
(Chorus)
this love, this love,
this love wont last forever
this love, this love,
this love cant last..
(Outro)
Hold your tongue
Your not leaving here with me
You were gone, youre gone
Shut the door after you leave
Darling, Hold your tongue
Your not leaving here with me
You were gone, youre gone
Shut the door after you leave
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLfNxqbsgQA&feature=related
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