I am but just a spent force.
I am a soul. A soul in the midst of nowhere, and am but just a spent force.

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And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I dont think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007


As I decipher characters and note them down,
In Origami paper meant for mould .
Creation and Assumption,
In my eyes, were nothing special at all.

So I was at the gym with Jason just now. The equipment was very well maintained and we've made a pact to pay it a visit at least once a week. Hopefully we will be able to drag Angie along the next trip. Hehe. Yea, spent about 1 and a 1/2 hours there and it was a pretty new experience for me; havent actually been to a public gym before. The female instructor there had a fabulous tan, and one of the male instructors had biceps the size of my bulky head. Also, a few of them were unbearably childish, sneaking on each other from behind. The sneaky one was childish enough already, the other one was worse! He pretended not to know and when the other guy was near him, he turned around to "catch him red handed". -.- Yes they are all 40plus fellas. Hohoho. lol.

Proceeded on to queensway to buy shoes and did some "BudMac". Budget Macdonaldzering. The cheap, effective way to enjoying fast food at a lower rate. We also chose to miss the first busstop, and walk on to the next one, in hope that my Sundae would be finished by the time we reached.

Pretty amazing how famous Singaporean actors are. I saw this actor on my way home; it was a 0.2 second glance and I didnt bother to lookathim/askforhissignature/requestapicturetaken/sayhi and I continued on my way home. Imagine if I were to meet Ryan Giggs in a foreign country. Hmm.


Deception
Lies were what you hid
Those false security implanted
Oh, the irony, of life being an irony itself.
And let us all get away with it.

Those times when you told me your beliefs
And how I pushed you on

Those times I pushed you on
Was how I lost you.
And let me die away with it.

Your eyes were bright, your eyes were olive.
I found you everyday, everywhere.
Now those crestfallen pupils, misty greyed.
Lost I was, in search of you.

The shapes look brilliant.
A look of huge wings;
A sign of beau idol.
Yet all it was, rotting pieces
Eaten by roaches.
That was all it was.

6:02 AM