Was it loneliness that brought you here
Broken and weak
Was it tiredness that made you sleep
Have you lost your will to speak
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forgive your sins
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away
Free me from these thoughts long forgotten down below
Take these angel's words give them life to carry on, carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains...

Zero 7 - Spinning

posted by spes 1:31 pm

  keyword: I only imagined running into one but upon several unforeseen events, I accidentally stumbled upon another.. I would say privileged classes, although that may be slightly over credited.. the first was comfortable.. very down to earth people.. a league, putting an effort in makng a small thing huge.. I can see in their eyes, slight disappointment but full of hope.. something I'm proud to be a part of.. these people are good people I'd like to get to know better.. the second was on the other side of the glass.. I came as close as I could but I can only see, but not touch.. these are the elite society of beautiful (well sorta) people that, well at least seems very comfortable with each other.. it's like back in high school and all you wish is that you could eat with the popular kids during lunch.. but these kids weren't popular, they're different.. like me.. something I wish to be a part of.. these people are kewl people whom I'll never see again..

posted by spes 3:44 am  1 comments

  destination japan? wtf: I purposely drowned myself in, well.. a lack of a better word.. poop.. just to see if it'll eat me alive.. it's hard but I managed to set it aside.. it's all in the mind I tell ya.. take it from me when I say, never make enemies with your head..

one day I'm gonna leave and find me a nice canadian moose.. thank god I'm taking french next semester..

posted by spes 4:27 am  0 comments

 
Vage sound of rain
pierces through my song again
but I get distracted by the way your toes move when it plays
so I let it go

I just poured my heart out
there's bits of it on the floor
And I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water
And call them up for more

And I say baby, yes I feel stupid to call you, but I'm lonely
And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me
And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too

He said I'm sorry
so sorry
I'm sorry
so sorry

He grabs my wrist
as my fingers turn into angry fists
and I wisper why can't you love me, I'll change for you
I'll play the part

And I say baby, so I feel stupid to call me, but I'm lonely
And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me
And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too

He said I'm sorry
so sorry
I'm sorry
I am sorry

Maria Mena - Sorry

posted by spes 5:14 pm

  paulie: I had the worse dream followed by the best dream in the world.. but dreams being dreams, I hated them both.. especially the good one.. this time it just went too far.. I could feel it in my hands.. I couls feel it behind my neck.. I wish I could take a bullet to the head so it'd just stop working.. don't bother asking what I deamt about.. it's obvious, but at this point I'd do anything to forget..

(Idle for: 43mins, 37 secs)

MMmmm toast! :)

posted by spes 4:10 pm  1 comments

  you learn: there are just some things I'd rather not say.. I know keeping it in isn't good for me but swimming in them will just deepen my fucking hole.. rather than submitting to the truth, I'd take it out of existence all together.. like I do with all the horrible experience in my life.. that's why if you asked me of my bad experience in my life.. I wouldn't remember them.. cause I choose not to.. but some are worth keeping.. as much as it hurts, it's good to know it meant something at that particular time.. at least to me.. right now I don't know where I stand.. I keep swaying back and forth.. I find distractions everyday but at the end of the day I end up in the same place with the same sad songs..


I know I know.. it's for the best..


posted by spes 3:21 am  0 comments

  in a nutshell: I haven't been under my roof for more than 20 hours straight.. I'm guess I'm pretty good at keeping myself distracted.. ● my sandals makes my feet stink.. ● I'm fascinated at watching people.. it's one of my favorite things to do.. just watch them go by.. most of which I'll never ever see again.. a few of which I wish I knew.. ● what I wanna do most I can no longer do.. ● my lc-a once again gave me purpose.. the discovery of negative scanning saves me time but with a price.. ● my hair as usual disappoints me ● I have yet to master the art of getting out of a conversation with strangers.. it usually just gets awkward after a while.. eventually they get the hint.. and I feel bad.. ● sometime next year I will smoke a stick to stop a friend from smoking another.. I just hope I won't vomit on the second puff.. ● I still hold my breath in a tunnel to make a wish.. ● the worst time are the 'inbetweens'.. the waiting around.. the bathroom pitstop.. the train rides.. the walk home.. the time before you sleep and the time after you wake up.. ● I make awesome burgers and am in love with mustard.. ● for the past three day, tea time was the highlight of my day.. ● the eastin hotel should do something about their reflective bathroom floors.. ● I miss those three to four strands on hair that is blonder than the rest.. ● it was worth RM180.00.. ● it takes approximately 7 minutes to walk from the LRT to the gates of my house.. and I always listen to the same song.. ● I hope I'll make it to paul's place tomorrow..

posted by spes 4:27 am  1 comments

 
I will pass by your house and not look
I won't pick up the phone
I'll read a book
I will put your pictures in a wooden box
I will fit a heart next time
With fewer locks

I can let you go
I can let you go
But I can lie as well
Ask your friends how you doing
They say you're doing well
But you can lie as well
So well

I won't feel the rush of you under my skin
My poor brain will play your voice
I'm not tuning me in
Too soon to know the first thing I'll forget
I can let you go
But not, your memory yet

I can let you go
I can let you go
But I can lie as well
Ask my friends how you doing
You say you're doing well
But you can lie as well
So well
So well

Minnie Driver - So well

posted by spes 1:15 am  0 comments

  lomo me lomo you: haha.. comments blow out I see.. but in other news.. I finally got my lomo negs scanned! 14 rolls for 70 bucks.. not bad I guess.. it's either that or no lomo piccas at all.. go over and take a peek!


posted by spes 4:52 am  0 comments

  somersault: i think i'm starting to fall apart.. where has my Hephaistion gone to? sighh..

posted by spes 11:39 pm  9 comments

  just: breathe
posted by spes 4:39 am  0 comments