wide awake at 4.47am. woah. like when was the last time tat happened? must be that poor toe that jolted me back from slpiness.
glad i've got a bunch of good old frens. another not so old one comin later in the day.
need to find time for studies. darn. dun understand a single shit. miracles do happen, don't they?
sputnik spunned @4:47 AM
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
every waking moment is torture
all i think of is beer n sleep.
let me waste my life away,
even better if i'm gone.
sleep away,
till i was 15.
and let time freeze there
or it's time to go.
i wish there is someone, who, at anytime, anywhere, will sit with me by the sea with a can of beer in hand. sputnik spunned @12:00 AM
all i think of is beer n sleep.
let me waste my life away,
even better if i'm gone.
sleep away,
till i was 15.
and let time freeze there
or it's time to go.
i wish there is someone, who, at anytime, anywhere, will sit with me by the sea with a can of beer in hand. sputnik spunned @12:00 AM
Monday, February 18, 2008
fruitless wait
for you to take me away.
hopeful still
for that day. sputnik spunned @9:38 AM
for you to take me away.
hopeful still
for that day. sputnik spunned @9:38 AM
Saturday, February 16, 2008
my insides all turned to ash / so slow
and blew away as i collapsed / so cold
a black wind took them away / from sight
and held the darkness over day / that night
and the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
but the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
i used to be my own protection / but not now
cause my path had lost direction / somehow
a black wind took you away / from sight
and held the darkness over day / that night
and the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
and the ground below grew colder
as they put you down inside
but the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
so now you're gone
and i was wrong
i never knew what it was like
to be alone
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
i used to be my own protection
on a valentine's day / but not now
on a valentine's day
cause my path had lost direction
on a valentine's day/ somehow
on a valentine's day sputnik spunned @9:59 AM
and blew away as i collapsed / so cold
a black wind took them away / from sight
and held the darkness over day / that night
and the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
but the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
i used to be my own protection / but not now
cause my path had lost direction / somehow
a black wind took you away / from sight
and held the darkness over day / that night
and the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
and the ground below grew colder
as they put you down inside
but the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
so now you're gone
and i was wrong
i never knew what it was like
to be alone
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
on a valentine's day
i used to be my own protection
on a valentine's day / but not now
on a valentine's day
cause my path had lost direction
on a valentine's day/ somehow
on a valentine's day sputnik spunned @9:59 AM
Friday, February 15, 2008
little bundle of joy,
why the hurry to leave?
no pink, thank you.
i prefer blue.
little bundle of joy,
why do you wanna go?
are you hurting,
more then I am?
little bundle of joy,
tomorrow will be a better day.
fear not,
for I am around.
ephemeral happiness you gave,
throbbing pain you are giving. sputnik spunned @5:03 PM
why the hurry to leave?
no pink, thank you.
i prefer blue.
little bundle of joy,
why do you wanna go?
are you hurting,
more then I am?
little bundle of joy,
tomorrow will be a better day.
fear not,
for I am around.
ephemeral happiness you gave,
throbbing pain you are giving. sputnik spunned @5:03 PM
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Weary soul.
Friend of foe?
Run! Run! Back to your cave.
Phew, what a close shave.
Hide, hide,
Still there is light.
Demons and guardians,
devils and angels.
Black and white.
But a thin line.
Weary soul,
Just stay low.
It'll be over,
When the next wind blows. sputnik spunned @9:52 AM
Friend of foe?
Run! Run! Back to your cave.
Phew, what a close shave.
Hide, hide,
Still there is light.
Demons and guardians,
devils and angels.
Black and white.
But a thin line.
Weary soul,
Just stay low.
It'll be over,
When the next wind blows. sputnik spunned @9:52 AM
Friday, February 01, 2008
went to lie on bed ard 1.40am and the nxt thing i knew, it was 5.40am. shocking. the silence is deafening.
so hear i am, wide awake. lesson's at 10.30am, so must time to kill. but i kinda like this slp pattern. at least i wouldn't be wasting time chatting online cos everybody's in dreamland at this hour.
i cannot believe i spent the whole day working on one task. procrastination and distraction. killer combi. now i know y L is so stressed up and dun hv the luxury to sit down to hv a proper meal with me.
getting so tired easily and drifting of into dreams at any instant is affecting me, and studies. one moment i am reading my notes, the nxt i'll fall aslp and hv a short dream. not really a dream, but flashes of pictures, a certain part of a story. after which, i'll jolt up as suddenly as i zonk out. maybe that's y i get real tired, cos i'm hvin all these short 'rests', which definitely doesn't recharge me but instead zap my energy faster.
omg. it's 6am now. and 'Majullah Singapura' is playing on the radio, just a short part of it. so long has it been when we had to sing our national song, eyes following the Singapore flag as it rises. right hand on the chest as we recite our pledge. it seemed like a chore then, at 7.25am, students will file into the assembly area for the daily ritual. but i kinda miss it now. 10-13 years of this daily ritual somehow does make everyone of us patriotic in someway.
wish someone is AWAKE now. then we can have mac breakfast. hoho.
since sec1?, i haven't touch the payphone but yest, i finally used it. left my phone in room. that familar smell of the phone. the mouth part of the phone always hv this funny smell. it's not tat bad but i think it's cos of all the saliva, like someone will talk and hv saliva flyin at the same time. but, it definitely is nostalgic. i'm glad technology hasn't wipe out these 'ancient' means of communication. and i think it's cheaper. 10 cents into the slot, and you can talk for a couple of minutes?
if you have the heart to do something, you will do it. tat basically sums up what i've been feeling. everybody's sayin they wanna do this, that, but at the end of the day, it's more proscratination. nobody really bothers to do anything, like arrange a meeting or outing. they just wanna wait for someone to do the 'dirty' work and they appear. not that they always appear.
then, is everything else that they say true? or just fiction spun out of obligation? sputnik spunned @5:48 AM
so hear i am, wide awake. lesson's at 10.30am, so must time to kill. but i kinda like this slp pattern. at least i wouldn't be wasting time chatting online cos everybody's in dreamland at this hour.
i cannot believe i spent the whole day working on one task. procrastination and distraction. killer combi. now i know y L is so stressed up and dun hv the luxury to sit down to hv a proper meal with me.
getting so tired easily and drifting of into dreams at any instant is affecting me, and studies. one moment i am reading my notes, the nxt i'll fall aslp and hv a short dream. not really a dream, but flashes of pictures, a certain part of a story. after which, i'll jolt up as suddenly as i zonk out. maybe that's y i get real tired, cos i'm hvin all these short 'rests', which definitely doesn't recharge me but instead zap my energy faster.
omg. it's 6am now. and 'Majullah Singapura' is playing on the radio, just a short part of it. so long has it been when we had to sing our national song, eyes following the Singapore flag as it rises. right hand on the chest as we recite our pledge. it seemed like a chore then, at 7.25am, students will file into the assembly area for the daily ritual. but i kinda miss it now. 10-13 years of this daily ritual somehow does make everyone of us patriotic in someway.
wish someone is AWAKE now. then we can have mac breakfast. hoho.
since sec1?, i haven't touch the payphone but yest, i finally used it. left my phone in room. that familar smell of the phone. the mouth part of the phone always hv this funny smell. it's not tat bad but i think it's cos of all the saliva, like someone will talk and hv saliva flyin at the same time. but, it definitely is nostalgic. i'm glad technology hasn't wipe out these 'ancient' means of communication. and i think it's cheaper. 10 cents into the slot, and you can talk for a couple of minutes?
if you have the heart to do something, you will do it. tat basically sums up what i've been feeling. everybody's sayin they wanna do this, that, but at the end of the day, it's more proscratination. nobody really bothers to do anything, like arrange a meeting or outing. they just wanna wait for someone to do the 'dirty' work and they appear. not that they always appear.
then, is everything else that they say true? or just fiction spun out of obligation? sputnik spunned @5:48 AM