Hello. :)

I really like being with you.

As simple as it sounds, I don't mind how you look in no matter what conditions.

:)

Pumping Up The Nicotine.

Stupid crap mid terms.

I'm semi tensed out, but in a way, I don't give a shit, honestly.

It's more to like, kamikaze. I go into the exam hall just to get my papers over and done with, without looking what's behind me.

Best giler.

Another Addition.

Although it's not rigid as the old version as I heard, but this is good enough. A tumbler that's not so..gay.

Hohoho.

WoW!

Although most of my pictures are here, but hey,

http://s7-glacius.deviantart.com is up and running, again!!

hohoho.

Goals Achieved, Shattered Dreams.

Ironically, I've been helping people out. Whenever they come to me, I tend to help because I would love to, and I'm able to help.

But then again, I don't see what it's in for me. I don't see the rewards, I don't see the promises, but the more I stay, the more I get used.

The more I feel used as well.

It's weird.

It's a small matter, really.

And there's nothing much I can do.

Most of you know I deserve it as much as those who got it.

But I didn't get what they got it. At least people are able to see the title they carry around with pride, yet others don't put it on because they are not confident in being questioned, or they don't want to show that they know quite a bit.

I waited so long for this, yet I didn't get it.

Where did I go wrong to deserve this?

I know the people I once worked with wouldn't want this to happen to me, in fact, they would be happy and they would appreciate whatever I would do and they know that I WILL help them soar even further.

If I could be a bridge between 2 worlds, they know that I would try my best to do so.

Unfortunately, I'm stuck in a place where all my past contributions were forgottened. Washed down the drain in an instant. Only those who saw it with their eyes, who watched me grew, knew how I grew.

For now, I'm just another body.

I'm hoping for the best.

Don't betray my trust.

Even the one I looked up to, the one who told me, "If you really want it, go for it". I went for it, but even you took the grand prize away from me whenever I exceeded your expectations.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

You don't know why I am called Glacius.

Another Sleepless Night.

Insomnia with a good reason.

Hand in hand,
We dream together.
Hand in hand,
We sleep together.

Hand in hand,
Love gets to us.
Hand in hand,
It pulls us closer.

Hand in hand,
I see you sleep.
Hand in hand,
I giggle when you snore.

Hand in hand,
Makes me realise where you stand.
Hand in hand,
Makes me smile when you hold me while you're asleep.

Mmm.

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they’ll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they’ll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,

Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

mmmmmmm

I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together

Oh. You're going to kill me for this baby, but hey.. You can't blame me for flipping through pictures, right? :D

Rabbit: Arrrrghhhh...! I punch you!

Heartbroken Spell.

The more you say sorry
The more you hurt me,
The more I'll think of this pain.
I never knew how's it like,
I never knew how memories haunt me,
It leaves me wandering on the other side again.

You can't save me now,
I've been too lost in myself.

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
For me to think of being like this,
Shows I'm under a heartbroken spell.

Look into my bloodshot eyes,
Do you feel sorry?
You're under the spell as well.
Hold onto my cold blooded hands,
Ignore the beating pulse,
Because I'm bleeding inside.

You can't save me now,
The condition's too painful.
You can't save me now,
Move on and go without me.

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
For me to think of being like this,
Shows I'm under a heartbroken spell.

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
For me to think of being like this,
Shows I'm under a heartbroken spell.

Just let me go,
Set your own wings free this time,
Don't turn back and ever think twice.
I don't deserve this anymore,
My eternal happiness subsides,
The scarred memories will still remain.

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
For me to think of being like this,
Shows I'm under a heartbroken spell.

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
See my heartbroken spell.

Would you lie beside me?
Would you change how I felt?
Let me be like this;
You're my heartbroken spell.

My heartbroken spell..

Failure?

Even if you were to lie beside me,
Would it change how much I felt?
For me to think of being like this,
Shows I'm under a heartbroken spell.

Last night, was the night I managed to spend, and to think of what I've become after years. Some bits and pieces of myself changed drastically in relation to what I've picked up on my experience. The more I laid down, the more I felt some double-edged sword plunged deeper, and deeper.

The more I thought, the less pain it brought. But it brought in more facts of what I've become.

Or rather, on what I've failed to become.

For 2 years, I've managed to lose focus on what I'm supposed to do. My goals were off-set, and everytime I told myself to change, it just got worse.

There're so many things I want to achieve, but due to lacking in basic focus, I lost it all.

My dreams were crippled, my personality was tainted, my heart became heavier.

And it still remains in its rugged brick form.

I have to admit, when it comes to attention and being sweet and whatsoever, it never works for me. I wouldn't know what to do, and I can't read anybody's body language when it comes to this.

I just know how to open my eyes, find my way around, get over another day, and head home. It's more to like how I was being programmed to do.

Mainly because half of my childhood was ruined by the ones who were supposed to take care of me. Eventually they did, but only eventually. I noticed later that I had nobody else to depend on.

If you want the house door to be opened, there's no such thing as "Can you close the door for me?", but there's such a thing as "Open the fucking door, goddammit!" when my lips are entirely shut.

It's the littlest things that reminds me of how painful things were. And the failure I've become.

I never liked hiding myself, but it's nice to speak your mind out at a place that nobody has ever heard of, or bothered to check.

It's perfect.

This is my space for my insanity.

After all, I'm just takin' it on to the other side, that's all.

Regardless of what I do, where I go, and the wonderful people I've met so far, I sat on my bed, with my face in my palms, just breathing through the holes between my fingers.

I've been lonely, and I'm still lonely.

Somehow, I'm beginning to regret a lot of things.

To my friends that I've had and lost, I'm sorry for not living up to your expectations and being such an asshole.
To my family that I've disrespected, I can't change myself.
To the people around me, best not to come close to me.

Or to get to know me better.

Think of me as the demon you don't want to meet.











Time for me to go back to my roots. Time for me to be known as that person before.

Upcoming Stuff.

• Dan Brown's Angels and Demons.
• Fisheye Lomography.
• And other stuff.

:D

Angels & Demons.

Managed to catch a glimpse of it. And now, I understand what's a good read. It's when things happen you least expect it.

But on the other hands, critics for this movie will be less compared to what Da Vinci Code suffered. Anti-Christianity, beliefs of multiple religions, so on and so forth, and I find it extremely ridiculous when other religions goes up to others and go..

Hey! Jesus Christ had an affair with Mary Magdalene!

With all due respect, it's like saying that you found a picture seeing that your father once dated, had sex, married and divorced with someone else sitting beside him on some function's dinner table.

Problem is, did it really happen?

What Da Vinci Code managed to do is to find facts, and twist it around by 1080 degrees, and state..

I, the third world dictator, would like to announce..

Blah blah blah.

What I couldn't stand would be how critics would mention what the movie created disbeliefs amongst cultures and religions regarding another religion.

And then we've got Angels & Demons, where it has nothing to do with a war between angels and demons of any sort, and it has nothing to do with specific religious unfaithful facts.

If anything were to be discovered, I can bet 10,000 pig's wings that it was just coincidential.

It's like saying how drifting scenes were possible in The Fast & The Furious: Tokyo Drift, when nearly everything was 3D-animated.

A book was written by an author, so what if he has his own imaginations?

If a damned book were to be true, then I'd be worshipping Hideo Kojima in his predictions of The Patriots / La-Le-Lu-Lei-Lo in the Metal Gear series.

Sounds stupid, right?

And it is stupid because when the Metal Gear Solid series were out, George Bush didn't hang Hideo Kojima's 7th identical imposter by accident like what he did to Saddam Hussein.

The only problem is that the books and movie missed out on the exclusion clause saying that the story is entirely fictional and if any similarities were to be found, it'd be coindential.

And I'd say that the movie IS good. At least better directed compared to the Da Vinci Code, but these sort of flicks are best enjoyed through the novel itself. More details in it.

Snippets of A Day In College.

Since we were planning to snap a group photo, I thought it'd be convenient to take a lot of random pictures and post it up instead.











Blah.

Just Placing Out Some Thoughts.

I'm looking through some pictures at Facebook.. Just wondering how some people can be over time.. Only know to change, how to change and just...change.

..

Speechless. Have no comments on this issue because.. friendship never felt existant in the first place during the early years.

Being mixed blood ain't easy at times. You aren't under race A, B, or C, so you can't blend into the exact culture and just have..fun.

Or a simple conversation.

So..That's when everything gets out of place and that's when we start searching for who we really are.

Unfortunately.. I lost reasons..

Whatever.

Anyways, I was awarded with a new pair of shades;




Yummy.

Last Minute Changes.

I think I'm tired.

Very tired.

Everytime whenever something takes place, it's always on a last minute basis..

I feel like.. everything's probably a little bit fucked up.

Seriously.

Sigh..

RE-viewing.

I've been studying, working, complaining, travelling, spending (!!!), and playing a lot of music lately, yet I'm still dissatisfied.

I don't know what is wrong with me, but I think I'm nearly reaching the peak of whatever I'm doing.

I've been feeling tired, like as if age was catching up. Stressed, not entirely moody, but just.. stressed for no reason.

Whenever class ends at 5pm, my eyes gets heavy and I don't even have the mood to do anything else. Even whenever it's work, or something else exciting, I'd just snap and lose my mood.

Sometimes, I even branch off to blankness when someone else is talking to me.

What's up with me, anyway?

Oh well.

For the moment, I can't be bothered.

But whenever I'm bothered again, this nonsense comes up.

.. So whatever.

Just When YouTube Gets Offensive..

.. And they try to ban Prince's Kiss Music Video on YouTube.com and MTV.com, but there's another that doesn't give shit about how gay the music video was.

In fact, it comes from a place where incest, metrosexualism and overnight marriages are approved.

America.

Therefore, I decided to check out imeem.com, somewhere I never visited for a long time until a Starbucks Partner from HQ, Jone, popped by Starbucks KD for some World Day event thing and we had quite a chat, I decided to use that site and find this:



And with all due respect, I managed to find this.

Awesome.

Metrosexualism is something else, but Prince is just bloody awesome.

Makes you wanna jiggy, numsayin?

Haro?

Just a minor update.

1) Studies
2) Watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine
3) Went for work this morning.
4) Going for the Sunsilk casting whateverthingyitisIgotcalledforinawhile.











Okbyes.