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I open my eyes
I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I’m lying here tonight

And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t stand the pain

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can’t explain what happened
And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

disappointment

staring into hyperspace
in the night at Time's pace
tears well up in bloodshot eyes like
a thousand nails piercing
through thin ice
a heavy heart, an empty soul like
the joy of Death, on a newborn holds
thoughts of self, thoughts of life
thoughts of never having a wife.
thoughts of failure, thoughts of doubt
thoughts of achievement, of
beating the crowd
thoughts of you, thoughts of me
thoughts of going on
a killing spree
thoughts of summer, thoughts of joy
thoughts of paradise
lost
like a broken toy.
waiting is a painful task
knowing and waiting makes twice the fuss
i want to know the meaning of
peace and love of
kindness, joy and blissfulness
till the whole earth is shrouded in ash
till the sunlight burns all sight
till the end of time and space
give me This Moment's grief with grace

kenneth

the day was spent by first driving my director to tracom and wasting 3 hours of my life there waiting for him. Of course, i didn't just waste it by rotting in the car, i went to the canteen and library. Afterwhich it was back to PCC where we had this redundantly important deeparaya celebration cum ord party and then driving my supervisor and mugly to cmpb and phq and then heheh...

the end is near.
people in the 109 Intake will be leaving soon.
one of them is kenneth.
the man whom i felt who's character is closest like mine
hating stupidity. dissing ah bengs. fucking authority.
fucking authority. respecting the righteous.
expressing our thoughts.
practical.
logical.
ruthless.
kind.
that's us. i must say it was fun having him in office
and just like darryl and ian and the rest of the gang
he's leaving for a better life.

i'll always remember the secret missions
the silent plans of strict restriction
of arduous journeys to the east and north
and dangerous voyages to the west and south
the times spent at fishops and sim lim sq
the time in bangkok where we almost wanted to kill
everybody for being so slow
they're great memories
of a life once spent
and just like what memories do
they make me sad
realising that i'm more alone now
stuck in that shithole.
nevertheless i wish you godspeed in your endeavors in life
continue to fuck the world
cos' it's only right.




yam seng.

social worker

2 new kids in the pen
totalling 6 in the den
it's driving me mad
making me scared
waiting to get out of
this crazy mess

fear of tonight
fear of sight
of future of past
of present this night
fear of rejection
truth and lie
fear of all things
dead or alive

sitting right here
in lighted virtuosity
blinking, clicking, tapping away
in the life of darkness
dead of the night
feels so much like Home
yet doesn't

feelings wax and
feelings wane
feelings are but temporal
about personal gain

without the right moment
at the wrong time
it feels like fish sex

in the end, it's just feelings

notice how it gets crappier 6 lines above? cos' i was being distracted by a girl called regina. she wants to be a social worker and is leaving on friday. i noe she's reading this and probably wants me to say i will miss her

ok. i will miss her