Bleeding love by Leona Lewis

Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen

But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling

But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe

But I don’t care what they say


I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

Clothes Maketh the Man..Not

The Balenciaga Classique, Chanel 2.55, Chloe Paddington, Birkins and Speedy. Sound familiar? In case you’re wondering, they’re not recommended names for that cute English poodle or that masculine German shepherd. They belong to a category called the “It” designer handbags that many young women and sometimes men covet.

I can name you the close to all the “It” bags, at the drop of a hat, including which season and which specific year, the handbag was launched. No, I do not work in the fashion industry and neither am I a fashion editor. I am your average Singaporean young lady who, like rest of the female population drool over the latest Dior saddlebag or that Louis Vuitton speedy.

I used to flip through Vogue and dog-ear the pages with the latest “It” bags and would constantly return to that page 165, just to ogle at the bag. I was materialistic and would crave for the day when I could buy one these bags. My girlfriends and I would send each other jpeg files stolen from the Internet and we would share our opinions on the newly marketed bags. From designer handbags, clothes, shades and even “It” hand phones like the iphone, we talked about them as if they were our other half.

I was so materialistic.

In the last year, I grew tired of the “It” bags and decided to be more creative with my dressing, by going vintage. Mixing and matching old with new and branded with no-frills. Little did I know, that people do notice.

C had made a comment and told a friend I’ve been wearing “CHEAP” clothes and that I should wear “Branded” stuff. When I heard that I was so insulted! It was such a condescending remark. I thought to myself.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, the words “cheap clothes” kept echoing in my head and I was so perturbed by it. I asked myself, was I dressing like a cheap hooker, in imitation leather-like scanty tops and fish net stockings? No I wasn’t! Did my clothes have holes in them? No they weren’t! Had the colour of my clothes run? No, they didn’t. So, why the judgment?

They said that clothes maketh the man but I beg to differ. Unfortunately, in Singapore, we are often judged by the brand of our clothing and the maker of the things we possess and this can apply to everything in general. “Oh he drives a Ferrari (high pitch), “oh he drives a toyota. Eeww”.

Is that to say that type of brand makes us the person that we are? Is that to say we have no style if we don’t wear Gucci or Prada? Does wearing Roberto Cavalli make us more stylish? Does driving a Lamborghini make us better drivers? Are we really so superficial and shallow, that we judge others simply because they do not wear labels?

I am not against people who clad themselves head to toe in Dolce, or those who drive a SL 500. If you can afford it, by all means buy what makes you happy, but it is extremely insensitive and patronising to label others simply because they do not conform to what is your standard of designer possessions.

Everyone has a choice. Be it carrying that no-frills bag or wearing those Jimmy Choos. Ultimately, you may buy a lifestyle, but you cannot buy style and neither can you buy class. It’s taken me 23 years of my life to realize that I am being scrutinized for my choice of clothes, makeup, shoes, hand phone etc. It’s been an enlightening yet saddening awakening.

Stone cold

Somehow along the way,
I've lost my heart,
The bitterness that engulfed,
Left a wounded soul.
Yet stronger I've emerged,
Picked myself up,
Rising from the fall.
Although the bleedings' stopped,
It's empty and dead,
Cold and numb,
Towering like an old forsaken fort.
Yet I still yearn,
Like the desert needs the rain,
That when warmth surrounds
The stone cold heart,
Will perhaps someday,
Melt away.

,

Faith

I pray and I hope
That all will be laid out.

Fast forward me to the weekend

Cry

Cry by Rihanna

I'm not the type to get my heart broken
I'm not the type to get upset and cry
'Cus I never leave my heart open
Never hurts me ta say goodbye
Relationships don’t get deep to me
Never got the whole in love thing
And someone can say they loved me truly
But at the time it didnt mean a thing

My mind is gone
I’m spinnin' round
And deep inside
My tears ill drown
I’m losing grip
What’s happenin
I stray from love
This is how I feel

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
Now I’m in this condition
And I got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what
You’ll never see me cry

How did I get here with you
I’ll never know
I never meant to let it get so personal
And after all I tried to do
To stay away from lovin you
I’m broken-hearted
I can’t let you know
And I Won’t Let It Show
You won’t see me cry

Lost again

I've lost another one.

Too late again,

Guess I didn't try hard enough,

Cos' the past pulls me down again,

Never told you how I feel,

Will never tell u anyways,

It's just me,

My heart's stone cold now,

Another one gone,

Again.

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