Changes, wrought by time. The era that passed, where nothing that belonged to it exists anymore. The walls, ruined over time yet preserving what stories that are left behind. The players of the game have long gone; dust in the wind.

We blame time. Time that has unknowingly crept up upon us. Yet, every second we know is going by. Seconds spent on remembering moments which transcended time, slideshows from a faulty camera in our minds.

Soon, feelings creep up on you too. Just as subtly as time.

Often the pretext but what about truth?

We easily shed off this mask we put on, only to slip into another. At the end of the day, when we take them all off, is there even a face to call our own?

Then again, who is brave enough to take on this faceless ghoul we call ourselves, to love and to hold, to be with them?

Even when we all know deep down, we are all one and the same; we look for the masks that we grow to love, as well as those upon others. Just as Harrison Morgan phrased it, 'she loves who she thinks you are'.

Then again I ask, is it necessary to find out what's underneath the masks? to be so anal about it all?

On a lighter note, maybe masks aren't so bad after all. They ease you into knowing people. Down the line, when that ghoul appears and is not what you can handle, its then you know, its time to move on.

could the winter calm come twice?
because your heart seems so cold tonight.
thirst for substance somehow isn't right.

forgotten.

Just a fuzz. Nothing more.

The lights go off one by one. Surreal, like a movie.

Fast forward, only the stair lights and a few families still lit. Those that will never turn off.

There are some things that wont go off. But for those that do, keep them switched off when needed to. A brightly lit building in the middle of the night and the middle of day will only burst the bulbs

Love your mental faucet, give it the rest it needs.

Ever tried to conceptualize eternity? What comes to your mind when you think of infinity. Just think about it at this moment. Do you see unending strings of numbers or the vastness of space? Do you see God, the light at the end of the tunnel? What exactly do you see?

Black. Just pitch black darkness. That is what I see.

Where there is no beginning and no end. Its silence, emptiness; just plain nothing.

Now, let the idea of no ending wash over you. Think it, let it sink in.

I think as human beings, we love endings. Endings are a closure yet a new beginning. Books end, TV shows end, movies end, school ends, the day ends, even sex ends. An end is cue for us to move on. It is completion, a whole of the entity. I believe when we cannot see the end, it brings about that innate desire to want it to end. That desire keeps getting stronger until we reach the end of the tunnel and heave a huge sigh of relief, knowing that at last there can be a new beginning.

It liberates you.

Its disheartening to dissect the human thought into such intrinsic detail. The worse part being having to accept that the mind may just be a complex system of syntactical gibberish which holds no semantic content.

But why subscribe to such logical thought when the human mind works in irrational ways. To fully grasp the unimaginable, we have to think beyond what physical reality restricts us.

Even so, the physical world sometimes seems other-worldly itself. We just have not fully explored it yet.

6 months. A glimpse into the infinite beauty of Earth.

Oh yes, not going anywhere without my trusty old Crafter. Not a songwriter yet, but who knows?

I want to sing songs to you.

animalai road.

something we used to laugh at.

as the signage passed, there's no laughter anymore



Breathe in the atmosphere.
Take in the music.
Open your eyes to see.

viva la vida por completo

Gifts, tokens.

Fragments of memories that seem to transcend the passage of time. It encapsulates that very moment, the emotion into a physical object. One that reminds ever so often. A syntactic entity that was given semantic content.

But even as these physical memories serve to reminisce, they too remind of both the good that was, and the loss that is.

Memories in the mind fuzz over time. Its impression based. Generally, a good opinion about a person is enough for you to see them in good light. With time, the fuzz covers all other memories and you only remember the good stuff. Sadly it works the same as a bad opinion.

Then again. There are some memories that are seared into your brain. Those that hurt, that slashes you up, those that leave you stripped of skin and swimming in the Dead Sea. Those that people build mental walls against.

These, we can never forget.

the broken recorder, the incessant voice that keeps crying out. veraciously pointing out the obvious. But is it already set in stone? Bringing myself through this unnecessary 'joy' ride.

Octoberfest was wonderful. Good beer with good music and good company.

Not that i am against clubbing, I just prefer to chill. Well, i read somewhere that there is just a fine line between chill and boring. Haha. Its up to whoever to judge me then. But that said, the deafening music and seeing drunk people dancing like no tomorrow can be rather interesting. Also, looking out for the solo uncles having prying eyes. Once again, observing people prevails as having the best entertainment value.

you looked great. =)

hell yeah.

can play 'slow dancing in a burning room' intro.

i am so nailing it.

now i cant feel my left hand.

It does not matter how you set out on the path to belief, as long as the belief you end up with is, sincere.

If we disregard any moral connotations, it seems logical; yet being the moral beings we are, it just sounds blatantly hypocritical.

smile. ;)

cause there are no new words to say.

If someone speaks to you, after a period of long silence,
it will lead you back into human life.
It is like staring out a window, when you are lonely.
At first you are just staring for no reason.
But then you see the cars, the people walking to and fro.
You see children walking home from school.
People walking their pets.
And suddenly, against your will, you are drawn into the thick of it all.
You stand with your hand hanging by the curtain,
and against it all, watching their steps,
watching the people walk, you are drawn by abstraction.
Back into human life.

really?

Why do i not feel so then?
i will continue staring for no reason.

不知道从什么时候开始，在每个东西上面都有一个日子，
秋刀鱼会过期，肉罐头会过期，连保鲜纸都会过期，
我开始怀疑，在这个世界上，还有什么东西是不会过期的？

如果记忆也是一个罐头的话，我希望这罐罐头不会过期；
如果一定要加一个日子的话，我希望她是一万年。

真的吗？

We enter the sand and we jumped in the waves
I got lost in your eyes and I stayed there for days

haha. cheesy eh. But the song has a pretty awesome and simple solo. decent melody. so its fine by me.

I wrote a letter today. a letter than cant be seen. but one i know resides somewhere in this hollow skull of mine. It helps just thrashing things out on the keyboard. into a computer that was not even turned on in the first place. Kinda puts things into perspective.


We try so hard. Too hard. We use things to replace communication. Objects, gestures, actions. But sometimes, that is all that is needed. Dialogue nonexistent, a simple gesture more than suffice to get the message across.

Me? I use songs.


Slowly, 7A is becoming just 7A.

Yep. The day I leave, it will just be any other day. It will not have seem that I have been or had been there at all. There will be no cake, there will be no party. I am just, gone.

Sí. no solamente en la muerte.
a veces la vida es tan bueno como muerto.
mejor la perdida de la que echa de menos.
a continuación, de nuevo, puede que haya perdido totalmente su punto.

No importa, es una ironía de lo feliz y triste se puede realizar en algo que llamamos recuerdos.

Screw any mistakes. I'm still learning. Enjoy.

ese sentimiento. de nuevo.
vamos coraje, enséñame a ser tímido.

Not scoring well for philo these past 2 weeks.

Ironically, its because I read too much into the question. Yet another explicit reminder. Basically things ain't going too well, but whats new. hahaha. Shall stop bitching.

Been caveman-ing myself, earphones on, locked doors, world shut out. Quite awesome. Surprisingly not boozing anymore.

Frustrated. Guitar. New songs. Pissed.

Been listening to john mayer more. Hes real good with these earphones. Very much soothing.

Yeah, its all random words and phrases.

Enjoy.