Sunday, 06 February 2011

Sunday, 27 June 2010

  • Frankenstein

    the days are beginning to blur together, counting my days by the size of my laundry pile

    my hands are getting rougher, they don't seem to hold a pencil as well as they used to

    every face i see along the corridor tells a story, one of unwillingness and disappointment

    each time i look into the mirror, i shy away from the initial glimpse into my own eyes,

    because i witness the darkness engulfing my coffee brown pupils, i look down, 

    at the attire i'm wearing and shoes i have on. then i look up again, before nodding with a sigh.

    i want to live a life of colour, a life of freedom and endless fun. i want to go places, meet people

    and hear their stories. i want to clear this confusion in my head, and carry on with a full glass of certainty.

    i want to pursue my dreams, while inventing new ones along the way. i want to run across continents. 

    i want to make music to soothe my own soul and maybe others too. i want to, but how would i?

    i'm a caged lion.

     

Friday, 11 June 2010

  • Extreme Introspection

    i've fallen, well out of the reach of the common world. i've been swallowed,
    by the likes of which i do not know. i've been fooled, again and yet again but
    i still go back. i've ran, a million miles at that and a thousand more for you.
    i've gotten cold, and weary, old, and teary. i've died, and risen only to pass away
    once more.

    what a sin, what a surreal understanding of the world i have. my thoughts are
    changing and they're disappointing if not depressing. i need an aspirin, what am
    i doing?

    it's noon o'clock and you're still asleep. your coffee's cold, your coffee's icy.

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Thursday, 15 April 2010

  • The only math for me is MuteMath

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    Hold it, I'm about to drop off
    Let me tell you my last thought
    Drift into a deep fog, lost where I forgot to
    Hold it, I can feel you most when I'm alone
    Coming home 'cause I want to hang out with the starlet
    Stare up at the ceiling, preview of a screening
    Flashback of a feeling, sixth sense of a call
    And heard you fuck through the wall, I heard you fuck

    When I'm bored I send vibrations in your direction
    Through the satellite mind
    When I'm bored I send vibrations in your direction
    Through the satellite mind

    I'm not suicidal, I just can't get out of bed
    I drift into a deep fog, lost where I forgot to
    Hold it, I can feel you most when I'm alone

    I can feel your ghost when I'm alone.

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    i've got a question.
    what is reality. is it the world we create and live in, the things we touch feel and oh so
    much love to bits, or is it the world we create in our heads, the dreams, thoughts and
    feelings we have enclosed in our minds. do we live with or do we live within?

    love is the question and the answer. without love, reality is tasteless and stale, it is not
    worth being in. it is when you're in love when you really understand what it means to
    live. when you're in love, your dreams just don't seem like fantasies anymore, and
    everything overturns. reality then becomes the richer option when love triumphs over
    the human mind. it is the key between living with and living within.


Tuesday, 13 April 2010

  • There were wolves

    and we fell prey

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    you know that feeling? the feeling that theres someone out there waiting, just sitting by a balcony window
    in a mildly cluttered room of a two storey bungalow just hoping for the same things you are. and that
    someone is feeling the same way right at that exact moment your hearts and minds touch, and you feel
    that jolt running through your skin and veins. even if you dont feel that current, you hope to, just to satisfy
    your longing for another story, another chapter of your life. you stare blankly, imagining yourself gliding
    through a quiet neighbourhood searching, searching and landing on a balcony edge. your mind tells you
    it's impossible but your heart tells you otherwise, and you ignore all common sense and slide open the
    window door. what you see next is perfection, a figment of your present desperation. a wisp of your own
    thoughts, leaving you disappointed and unwell. until you feel that electricity again and you find yourself
    glancing around and not being able to remember the past few seconds of reality. you know that feeling?

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    take comfort, in the fact that we have the privilege of being able to dream. im a dreamer at heart, day and
    night. sometimes i overanalyze things and it backfires. but i guess it's better to think than to not think at all
    right?

Saturday, 03 April 2010

  • Satellite Mind

    alright. so by popular demand, well not really but i'd like to think so, i've decided to make a
    comeback. although my posts probably wouldn't be as regular as they used to be, i'll try my
    best.

    4 months have passed. the longest 4 months of my life, especially after the beginning of february
    and the end of my fringe. but well it's been quite an experience, BMT that is. new friends, new
    skills, and a new definition of discipline. i'm not gonna go into detail about my stay in tekong the
    past 2 months because i've been doing that so much it annoys. well personally i would've never
    guessed that i possessed above average command potential. apparently my commanders and
    my mates saw past the jokes and stood by me. thanks to them i was chosen as platoon best and
    nearly company best, or rather company 2nd best instead. am truly grateful for that.

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    recently though my mind has been ravaged and ruined by other worldly thoughts. i don't feel the
    same as i did before. life has become somewhat a little less colourful and stale. the air has become
    heavy and tasteless and the flowers around me seem to be blooming less. maybe it's the routine
    maybe it's the heat, or maybe my mind's just playing tricks on me. but i find myself staring at the
    stars and awaiting the morning breeze more often than not lately. even now, i'm peering out at the
    clouds and they are glaring back at me with monotony. i guess i have yet to find that last puzzle piece

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    you give me daydreams. you give me nightmares.

Tuesday, 05 January 2010

Thursday, 31 December 2009

  • We can be Good

    this is my last post of '09 and i'm glad it is. a new year, a clean slate, a fresh start.
    everyone's sulking about the past year, but i prefer to reminisce about the past decade.
    and well soon enough, i'll be trading in my broken armor for a brand new set.

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    with Beautiful Day by U2 playing in the background, i eagerly await 2010 with a smile.

Monday, 28 December 2009

  • The King and the thief

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    alright, so sleeping has moved up a spot, passing people-watching to first on my hobby list.
    i've pulled out my sketchbook from my pile of dying bags, but it's been blank ever since.
    my music's been keeping me sane, but i need more disk space and time.

    from start to finish, you singer songwriter. it wasn't enough