tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53537360180084487732012-02-16T22:19:44.290+08:00Wisdom's refuge.by GlenGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.comBlogger1861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-5114773897161077972011-01-27T22:35:00.007+08:002011-01-28T12:29:41.570+08:00     and goes inside, or leaves upon a bus, speaks to you for the last time: most times you do not know the lastness of a word upon the air. - Q.B.Willowby, “Last Warmth” This past week I've had the privilege of doing what I would consider one of the most influential postings to me thus far: in Palliative Medicine. To those who are unfamiliar, Palliative Medicine is the branch of Medicine that Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-72480671062664885932011-01-19T23:40:00.001+08:002011-01-19T23:48:34.113+08:0011.14am on a listless Wednesday morning, daydreaming in a dingy little conference room of a faraway hospital, listening to yet another of the briefings we've had in the past few days. Then I heard the conversation take a turn, a break in the intonation that roused me from my reverie. "So, you're all about halfway through med school," he noted brightly, and then, suddenly changing his tone, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-43017174793618288312010-12-18T23:50:00.003+08:002010-12-18T23:52:29.600+08:00Over the course of my life and reading, I've chanced across, multiple times, an idea with which humanity has constantly grappled with: perfection. The nature of perfection is in essence, an idea. Depending on the context, it may be an endpoint, or a state of being that one perceives to be flawless. Here lies the first problem: who, or what, defines perfection? If it is flawlessness, who then Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-52308615576745851832010-12-11T16:19:00.000+08:002010-12-11T16:19:40.621+08:00Last evening, I decided to go down to the airport to pick my mum up as she arrived from Melbourne. It wasn't planned, especially since I thought I'd have cell group meeting, and mum assured me that she'd be able to make it from the belt to the taxi without much issue. I'm glad I went, and after seeing the size and the amount of luggage mum brought (dad's too), I wonder how she'd have done it by Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-73645949616963924362010-07-25T21:15:00.000+08:002010-07-25T21:15:39.106+08:00I've been telling myself that I should make this post for the longest time, but it just hasn't happened. I suppose that's what happens when there's a sudden change in environment. Suddenly we're in the wards, and life will never be the same. Despite the conception that life as a doctor begins when you graduate, I believe the most stark lifestyle change has already happened. We have already Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-33265573786766894622010-06-04T04:21:00.001+08:002010-06-04T04:24:26.447+08:00Alright, so i'm back from another one of my famous hiatuses (which have sadly been occurring more frequently recently). I suppose that for a time, and this explanation goes for many of my previous hiatuses as well, I just stopped seeing the point of blogging. Why do I blog anyway? It uses up time which I could have spent doing other more prominently productive things. But even though this is Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-69836530251906978092010-03-30T05:56:00.002+08:002010-03-30T06:03:29.487+08:00Okay, so I had a list of things I wanted to blog about (and had been, as usual, putting off), but I'm going to throw them out the window (for now) and blog about tonight while it's still fresh in my memory, this one's going down in my books. Tonight, Imogen Heap performed Live at the Esplanade. Being a great fan of hers (she's probably my most frequently quoted artist), and having known her Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-61633099221887590512010-02-28T23:55:00.002+08:002010-03-01T00:07:41.787+08:00Okay, so... On request from a friend, here's a list of my favourite books that I've read over the course of time. Of course, it's non-exhaustive (it's surprisingly hard to simply summon up reviews of every book that you've read, let alone remember them all). One would imagine that your favourites would stand out, and while that's true for a few, most of them will take some thought. You will also Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-42636156472155848572010-02-15T02:52:00.001+08:002010-02-15T02:55:04.521+08:00"I am Andrew Ryan and I am here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington; it belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican; it belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow; it belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. A city where the artist Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-28646359171923158212010-02-06T19:20:00.001+08:002010-02-06T21:38:56.227+08:00The last week of school passed in a blur, and suddenly we're left floundering, with too few days left between us and the next exam in 5 days time. The syllabus has been going way too fast, and I hope they know it. I don't want to spend this blog post lamenting about our fates as the pilot (guinea pig) batch (subjects) of the new syllabus (experiment), but now you know what I've been up to, and Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-91272634406055303012010-01-30T11:50:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.603+08:00This morning, I did the unthinkable and decided to go for a run. To which I realised, I have never actually done so before on the basis that it was simply good for me. Swimming, yes, and running for other reasons (like fears of getting destroyed in the army) have been motivators before, but this one's technically a first. Those who know me well would know that I have an inherent distaste for Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-40221809510607781212010-01-29T00:45:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.592+08:00Well, I finally found resolve to resurrect this blog. Perhaps some may not have considered it dead, but in my mind it was. 6 months can be a long time, especially true for my last 6 months.It seems the last time I blogged was in a little room off a side street on the east side of Venice. Brings back fond memories of the trip, and also contrasts. A great many things can change in 6 months. On Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-52233961072138464782009-07-18T05:47:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.614+08:00It's odd how when we are following a routine, we seem to find time for everything else other than the task at hand. However, when we are removed from that routine lifestyle and placed in a new or unfamiliar situation, where there are no constants, our focus improves greatly, centering around an effectively planned retinue for each new task. Obviously, this only lasts a while, until a new routine Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-83326057041247099202009-06-21T00:32:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.624+08:00Women can be incredibly perplexing creatures. I speak for the men here when I say we love them, but on the other hand, sometimes they make it so difficult for us to do it. It is often said that women are complex, but I would beg to differ. In fact, I believe that they can even be simple at times. This attribute however, does exist, although not quite in that way. While the female species may be Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-3771986403867910152009-06-08T02:21:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.635+08:00... And after a night's sleep, the world auto-recalibrates itself. This time tomorrow, I'll be somewhere among the clouds, with thoughts of those waiting on my mind, and thoughts of those yet to come dominating it. Goodbye will be difficult. In the grand scheme of things, what is a meagre 10 days? Apart for the longest time, the days have the tendency to drag, weeks, months, years. Yet what do Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-60728683923168292442009-06-03T02:10:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.646+08:00After it's all said and done, at the end of the day, I just come to realise that in the end, I'm just as flawed as anyone, worse even. No matter how much I tell myself that I'll get it right, that I won't be a letdown, it appears I fail still. And the words, they hurt. Hurt not in ego, nor in intellect, but simply hurt as a reflection of that inflicted, carried in shapes of letters, keen daggers,Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-40246261311991941592009-05-31T01:01:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.658+08:00I've discovered a recurring weakness in myself. Exposure to high high pressure and stress follows with vaulting, ambitious plans envisioned for a utopian aftermath. Ultimately, they turn out unrealistic. Not so much due to their magnitude, but my ineptness in accurately gauging my own potential following an ordeal such as the one not very long ago. Lapses into states of sheer apathy, an aversion Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-25538029469026526222009-05-18T01:48:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.671+08:00The madness is at an end, and an uneasy balance has settled over the burning, dying world. Yet for one beleagured soldier; weary, battered, but alive; he knows it is only the beginning. But fight on he will, for this was the path he chose to tread, the destiny he chose to claim. Though it lead him through hellfire, and sorrow, and death, against the essence of the corrupted world itself; falter, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-38709521518710915752009-05-05T05:50:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.688+08:00Judging from the time of this post, you can probably guess which side of sleep I'm making this post from. Yeah, it's really getting stressful.The worst part is, sometimes I find I'm not feeling enough stress to be able to keep up with the revision demands expected of me, with the amount of material there is to cover. Perhaps I really need to pile on pressure to make myself work.Then again, after Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-16939435860946239932009-04-25T00:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.699+08:00New life, new look. Quick post before I have my first and most important visitor! I've been wanting to do this remake for a while now, but I've never got around to doing it... Probably due to the absence of factors motivating me to make such a dramatic change in my somewhat stable online persona (okay, subjective, but never mind). Then that moment came, and everything changed, for life on the Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-39088406961136735342009-04-23T01:30:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.710+08:00Crying, dying world.Nightmares and uncertainty,Cold and chaotic.Darkness enshrouding, black stormsRage, death on the horizon.Burst of colour, ray ofLight. Purity and beautySo precious, fragile.Time stops. Holding this momentForever, never let go.Dawn breaks; the world, aNew shade. Promises and hugs,Whispers and trust, sweetKisses in quiet places.Take me, Love, carry me home.Watch this space.19/04Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-20004091861988343372009-04-15T23:32:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.721+08:00Found myself today singing out loud your name,You said I’m crazy,If I am I’m crazy for you.Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were hereTurns me crazy,But it’s you who makes me lose my head.And every time I’m meant to be acting sensibleYou drift into my headAnd turn me into a crumbling fool.Tell me to run and I’ll race,If you want me to stop I’ll freeze,And if you want me gone I'll leave, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-49179673691305453112009-04-07T22:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.786+08:00All that it takes, one more chance.Don't let our last kiss be our last.Give me tonight and i'll show you. I know everything changes, I don't care where it takes us.'Cause I know how I feel about you.Can we bring yesterday back around?Cause i know how i feel about you now.I was dumb, I was wrong, I let you down.But I know how I feel about you now.Not a day passed me by, not a day passed me by.WhenGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-35982002917460656572009-03-31T17:58:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.818+08:00There is something that I seeIn the way you look at meThere's a smile, there's a truth in your eyesBut an unexpected wayOn this unexpected dayCould it mean this is where I belongIt is you I have loved all alongIt's no more mysteryIt is finally clear to meYou're the home my heart searched for so longAnd it is you I have loved all along--------------------It never ceases to amaze me how God comes Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-41163477797245945702009-03-28T13:10:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.833+08:00You're a masterpieceI know that heCan't appreciate your beautyDon't let him cheapen youHe don't see you like i doBeautiful not just for showTime that someone let you knowI can't takeSeeing you with him'Cause I know exactly what you'll beIn his galleryIt's just not fairAnd it's tearing me apartYou're just another priceless work of artIn his gallery--------------------I know it's a little late, butGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-49244059686097501062009-03-20T23:00:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.844+08:00'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you,When you won't really tell me until I beg you to,But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing,It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings...So hey, you, could you give it a rest?Just take me home and get me undressed,Put on a fire and make it enough,Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love.I like that we argue,But not everyday,Your scent in Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-83497109607074751262009-03-16T20:20:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.857+08:00When I hear your voiceIt's drowning in the whispersIt's just skin and bones There's nothing left to takeAnd no matter what I do I can't make you feel betterIf only I could find the answerTo help me understandSometimes I wish I could save youAnd there's so many things that I want you to knowI wont give up till it's overIf it takes you forever I want you to knowThat if you fall, stumble downI'll Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-74338286470516872542009-03-09T22:06:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.868+08:00I watched the world float to the Dark side of the moon After all I knew it had to be something To do with you I really don't mind what happens now and then As long as you'll be my friend at the end If I go crazy then will you still Call me Superman If I'm alive and well, will you be There holding my hand I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might Kryptonite --------------------This one's Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-58278597773411017822009-03-02T22:27:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.878+08:00Well I hope I never figure outWho broke your heartAnd baby if I doWell I hope I never figure outWho broke your heartBaby if I doWell I'd spend all night losing sleepI'd spend the night and I'd lose my mindIf I spend the night then I lose my mindSpend all night losing sleepI'd spend the night and I'd lose my mindIf I spend the night then I lose my mindSpend all night losing sleepI'd spend the Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-88577015231729175172009-02-26T23:44:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:20.897+08:00If I have alarmed you, I didn't tryI'm tongue tiedI've got to be honest, I'm terrified to fly blindI tried to disarm you I played this part a thousand timesThe hunter's the huntedI'm terrifiedI'm open wideThe distance is spanned between you and ICan I see you tonight?When the pen in our hands and our best laid plansWill stand alone on our side--------------------So long, trying to tell you, but Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-44484628854302773862009-02-23T22:38:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.032+08:00We live and we learn to takeOne step at a timeThere's no need to rushIt's like learning to flyOr falling in loveIt's gonna happen and it'sSupposed to happen and weFind the reasons whyOne step at a timeWhen you can't wait any longerBut there's no end in sightWhen you need to find the strengthIt's your faith that makes you strongerThe only way you get thereIs one step at a time-------------------Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-52424000785022593902009-02-16T22:01:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.059+08:00A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets a serenadeLaying everybody low with a love song that he madeFinds a streetlight, steps out of the shadeSays something like, "You and me, babe, how about it?"Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack"He's underneath the window, she's singing "Hey, la, my boyfriend's backYou shouldn't come around here, singing up people like thatAnyway, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-16647517101535161842009-02-14T14:03:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.090+08:00Woke up and wished that I was deadWith an aching in my head I lay motionless in bedI thought of you and where you'd goneand let the world spin madly onEverything that I said I'd do Like make the world brand newAnd take the time for youI just got lost and slept right through the dawn And the world spins madly on--------------------I used to think of people who spoke of emotional tumult as Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-67464947417869456962009-02-07T00:48:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.102+08:00Live my life Around the pictures Taken when we met Spending all of my time Chasing your silhouette For all we go through I don't wanna change you Despite my running in reverse Trying not to forget Who we were Inside And here we go We break And we bend Turn it inside out To take it back To the start And through the rise and falling apart We uncover Who we are --------------------I'm meant to blog,Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-6627078438841046672009-01-29T22:46:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.112+08:00Take my hand, take a breathPull me close and take one stepKeep your eyes locked on mine,And let the music be your guide.Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget)We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go nextIt's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like youIt's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we doAnd with every step Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-59012782996362029942009-01-22T17:10:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.122+08:00If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show the you I've come to know. If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go? There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too. And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me. If a man could be two places at one time, I'd be with you. Tomorrow and today, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-33846469802876780752009-01-14T19:28:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.132+08:00I'm just a girl I'm innocent come take my hand I'll show you the world of my own You're just a boy Who makes me weak who takes my sleep I need you to dance the night away I can't stand it anymore now baby The music makes me feel so crazy So come on and take my hand And I'll show you the way to dance And again and again I need that feeling 'Cause baby I know I'm not dreaming So come on and take myGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-29463903193310644012009-01-10T00:57:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.165+08:00If today was your last dayWould you make your mark by mending a broken heart?You know it’s never too late to shoot for the starsRegardless of who you areSo do whatever it takes‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this lifeLet nothin’ stand in your wayCause the hands of time are never on your sideIf today was your last dayand tomorrow was too lateCould you say goodbye to yesterday?Would you live Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-31755254348411880622009-01-04T23:08:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.179+08:00Living in my own worldDidn't understandThat anything can happenWhen you take a chanceI never believed inWhat I couldn't seeI never opened my heartTo all the possibilitiesI know that something has changedNever felt this wayAnd right here tonightThis could be the startOf something newIt feels so rightTo be here with youAnd now looking in your eyesI feel in my heartThe start of something new--------Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-51281246291098732252009-01-01T12:05:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.189+08:00Five Hundred Twenty-Five ThousandSix Hundred MinutesFive Hundred Twenty-Five ThousandMoments so dearFive Hundred Twenty-Five ThousandSix Hundred MinutesHow Do You Measure - Measure A Year?In Daylights, In SunsetsIn Midnights, In Cups Of CoffeeIn Inches, In MilesIn Laughter, In StrifeIn - Five Hundred Twenty-Five ThousandSix Hundred MinutesHow Do You MeasureA Year In The Life?How About Love?How Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-1954092827711802532008-12-30T23:41:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.408+08:00Who can say where the road goes,Where the day flows? Only time...And who can say if your love grows,As your heart chose? Only time...Who can say why your heart sighs,As your love flies? Only time...And who can say why your heart cries,When your love dies? Only time...Who can say when the roads meet,That love might be,In your heart.--------------------Did I mention that I can't play poker? My Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-5390313280145564612008-12-27T00:33:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.426+08:00Friend, it’s getting late We should be going We’ve been sat here beneathThese flickering neons for hours While I am cracking their codeYou are deciphering me For I am a mysteryI am a locked room in a tall tower Oh can you feel the gravity fallingCalling us home Oh did you see the stars collidingShining just to show We belongWe belong--------------------I've been putting this post off for way too Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-44008609130908036422008-12-19T17:32:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.444+08:00I wanna know where children would goIf they never learnt to be coolCos nothing's achieved when pushed up a sleeveTill nobody thinks you're a foolSo goodbye for a while I'm out to learn moreAbout who I really was beforeYeah I'm going northUp where the hunted hide with easeUnder the arms of eye-less treesUp where the answers fall like leavesOh and your love is all I need--------------------Yes! Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-89911399394660444582008-12-14T00:44:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.463+08:00Caught in the undertow being swept downstreamGoing against the flow seems like such a dreamTrying to hold your ground when you start to slidePressure to compromise comes from every sideWise up rise upYou can be more than a conqueror, you will never face defeatYou can dare to win by losing all, you can face the heat, dare toBeat the system--------------------I really don't have the time to do thisGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-87593442862298524982008-12-07T00:38:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.476+08:00I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing. My mind was closing, now I'm believing. I finally know what just what it means to let someone in, To see the side of me that no one does or ever will. So if your ever lost and find yourself all alone I'd search forever just to bring you home, Here and now, this I vow By now you know that I'd come for you,No one but you, yes I'd come for you, But only if you Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-67091689980472807942008-11-29T02:15:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.488+08:00How long before I get in?Before it starts, before I begin?How long before you decide?Before I know what it feels like?Where To, where do I go?If you never try, then you'll never know.How long do I have to climb,Up on the side of this mountain of mine?Look up, I look up at night,Planets are moving at the speed of light.Climb up, up in the trees,every chance that you get,is a chance you seize.How Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-16599226098681447822008-11-23T02:19:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.498+08:00Something's getting in the waySomething's just about to breakI will try to find my place In the diary of JaneAs I burn another pageAs I look the other wayI still try to find my place In the diary of JaneSo tell me how it should be--------------------Hmm, this week hasn't been too eventful in terms of school... More on cardiovascular physiology, which is starting to kill people with the levels of Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-37579494989878250452008-11-17T23:05:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.512+08:00Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead Yesterday is a promise that you've broken Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes, This is your life And today is all you've got now And today is all you've ever had Don't close your eyes This is your life, are you who you want to be? This is your life, are you who you want to be? This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed that it Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-41602438830269555512008-11-11T22:50:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.523+08:00This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. Aperture Science We do what we must because we can. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead. But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake. And the Science gets done. And you make a neat gun. For the people who are still alive.-------Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-50848913709930067982008-11-04T23:00:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.533+08:00The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall And that's kinda like my life I've played the role of the nice girl next door Who gets cut like a knife Now I'm not looking for apology eyes And I don't want to spend a night on a bed of beautiful lies Erase and rewind leave that sick girl behind and fast forward, fast forward A thousand days The girl I used to be Has a terrible case of Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-5386028053463199772008-11-01T01:10:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.544+08:00The world seems not the sameThough I know nothing has changedIt's all my state of mindI can't leave it all behindI have to stand up to be strongerI have to tryTo break freeFrom the thoughts in my mindUse the time that I haveI can say goodbyeHave to make it rightHave to fight'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhileThat the pain that I feel slowly fades awayIt will be all right--------------------IGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-30451091175432416632008-10-27T02:41:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.564+08:00I woke up early in my hotel roomWait for my alarm to goI think about things I've gotta doDamn my mind is gonna blowI'm thinking out about whats aheadMaybe I'll just stay in bedCause its no fun to be the one going out of my headSo I tell it to myself againYour looking for something you can't findIf you give it up you'll lose your mindTheres always something in your wayWhat can you sayYour gonna Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-49384118545922112852008-10-20T15:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.578+08:00We're the settlers of year zero Lets reconstruct and take it backLeaders of our time Heading for a downfall The thresh hold of revolution (Take heed) The last freedom call Blanked out fire etched on the crystal display The sees are deep You better swim Don't go numb Collect the word, add some gold and give it back The sees are deep You better swim Don't go numb--------------------Sigh. You can Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-5440808210870855212008-10-12T23:55:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.602+08:00Take a look around Don't you see it See that you are the only real face in the room No one here has a clue what your feelin' Don't feel bad Keep your sadness alive Look at all these happy people Living their lives Look at all these plastic people There's nothing inside Look at all these shallow people Telling their lies Look at all these empty people, people Don’t you know The Misery loves Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-88469895400016424662008-10-05T23:45:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.616+08:00It don't do me any good, it's just a waste of time What use is it to you what's on my mind? If it ain't comin' out, we're not going anywhere So why can't I just tell you that I care? 'Cause I'm feeling nervous Tryin' to be so perfect 'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it Yeah... If I could say what I wanna say I'd say I want to blow you - away Be with you every night Am I squeezing you Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-58153258093039665622008-09-28T02:43:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.675+08:00She's burning out on apathyUnsure of where she wants to beIf she could change the worldI think she'd rather sleep18 and feeling out of placeFrustrated that she cant relateKnee deep in disillusion of her mental stateIn time you will learn to stand up on your feetCause only in the movies can you replay every sceneUntil it comes out cleanMove to a lower east side dormShe's got no friends to call herGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-52174731909239581592008-09-22T01:36:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.694+08:00I took my love down to Violet HillThere we sat in snowAll that time she was silent stillSo if you love meWon't you let me know?If you love me,Won't you let me know?--------------------Yo. Yes, I know it's actually Monday. But I haven't slept yet, and therefore have not unofficially ended Sunday night yet. So much for the earlier post in the week. The next week is a recess week for NUS students Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-7608037252776067172008-09-14T23:28:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.729+08:00Think about the love inside the strength of heartThink about the heroes saving life in the darkClimbing higher through the fireTime was running outNever knowing you weren't going to be coming down aliveBut you still came back for meYou were strong and you believedEverything is gonna be alrightEverything is gonna be alrightEverything is gonna be alrightBe strong believe--------------------Hello Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-28211790217505928022008-09-08T00:34:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.746+08:00You got a question How do we get it started? I got an answer, let go of your heart and... Love it, live it, leave it and get into it If you wanna start it, this is how you do it, in the... Broken hearts parade And I'm putting my heart out on display There's no... masquerade Just a funeral march for love today The band strikes up and they're playing a song Dressed in black and we're singing along Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-26522319681930145752008-09-01T00:55:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.765+08:00OK, apologies to all. This post was meant to have come out Sunday night. But it obviously didn't. Do excuse the clumsiness (again).Over the hills, lies a new beginningOver the hillsOver the hills, there is a way I know itOver the hillsYou can't bring all the gloomYour heart is frayed and so emptyYou glorify the futureLiving in a different world than meThe journey ends in deathYou are giving up soGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-70191311912778981392008-08-24T22:52:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.809+08:00Can I ask you a question pleasePromise you won't laugh at meHonestly I'm standing hereAfraid I'll be betrayed.As twisted as it seemsI only fear love when it's in my dreamsSo let the in the morning lightAnd let the darkness fade away.Can you turn my black roses red?Can you turn my black roses red?--------------------Another week's gone by, that marks the end of week 2 of Med school. It's starting Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-38478215985701830822008-08-17T23:53:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.832+08:00 Tried to take a picture Of love Didn't think I'd miss her That much I want to fill this new frame But its empty Tried to write a letter In ink Its been getting better I think I got a piece of paper But its empty Its empty Maybe we're trying Trying too hard Maybe we're torn apart Maybe the timing Is beating our hearts We're empty--------------------I was this close. This close. To Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-63269913193181241872008-08-10T23:36:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.555+08:00Here and now its time for celebration I finally figured it out That all our dreams have no limitations That's what its all about Everyone is special in their own way We make each other strong Were not the same Were different in a good way Together's where we belong We're all in this together Once we know That we are We're all stars And we see that We're all in this together And it shows When Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-91554108485379483962008-08-05T23:46:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.843+08:00I'm thinking about,Letting it out.I wanna give in,I wanna go out.Been looking aroundI've finally found,The rhythm of love,The feeling of sound.It's making a change,The feeling is strange.It's coming right back.Right back in my range.Not worried about anything else,I'm waking upTo the beat of my,To the beat of my,To the beat of my heart.--------------------Yes! Small step towards breaking the Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-38651570999311530852008-08-03T23:00:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.860+08:00I know there's something hereThere's more than meets the eyeMore strange more beautifulThan these words can describeDon't know how I got hereThe past has come and goneI just know I have foundThe place my heart belongsAnd I want to stayI feel safe here in your lightThis must be what heaven's likeMust be angels in the room tonight--------------------Hello all. Ok feeling quite guilty, the past weekGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-79846568910361704432008-07-27T22:56:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.896+08:00Mother can we start over?I wanna be the boy I was back thenBefore the world cameAnd made me colderI wanna feel the way I did back thenWith love in my heart.We live in a beautiful placeLet love take away all this painWe live in a beautiful placeWe wasted so many daysOur hearts are as dark as the rainWe live in a beautiful place.--------------------Lol, ok no excuses this time. Just haven't felt Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-3980386332294577162008-07-20T23:03:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.935+08:00 I'm looking for a lover not a friend Somebody who can be there when I need someone to talk to I'm looking for someone who won't pretend Somebody not afraid to say the way they feel about you And I'm looking for someone who understands how I feel, Someone who can keep me real and who knows the way The way I like to have my way And I'm looking for someone who takes me there, Wants to share, shows Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-79146735720423982292008-07-13T02:17:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.946+08:00 Skip down Mistic street Have a smile, it's on me Cross-town traffic days And Jimi is singing Wonder Bread Factory, surplus stores and Maybelline Hold my hand, I hold my own Gotta get me out of the junkyard heap Kicking back in marigold summertime dream It's a good, good life, we got the good life Falling in love under the raspberry sun Turn up the stereo, baby have some fun It's a good, good Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-77863001631113999692008-07-07T07:43:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.958+08:00I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold All colours seem to fade away I can't reach my soul I would stop running If I knew there was a chance It tears me apart to sacrifice it all But I'm forced to let go Tell me I'm frozen But what can I do? Can't tell the reasons I did it for you When lies turn into truth I sacrifice for you You say that I am frozen But what can I do?--------------------Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-20576793324729346192008-06-30T18:30:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.924+08:00I lie here paraletic inside this soul Screaming for you 'til my throat is numb I wanna break out I need a way out I don’t believe that it’s gotta be this way The worst is the waiting In this womb I’m suffocating Feel your presence filling up my lungs with oxygen I take You in I’ve died Rebirthing now I wanna live for love wanna live for You and me Breathe for the first time now I come alive Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-76023680310341275322008-06-22T18:52:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.966+08:00I have known you my whole lifeWhen you were ten, you said you'd make me your wifeEight years later you won me overJust as I took the world on my shouldersI got used to living without youEndless phone calls and dreaming about youAlways said that you were my man to beBut I guess I was in love with your memoryYou know I love you, I really doBut I can't fight anymore for youAnd I don't know, maybe Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-4729419389546834572008-06-15T20:02:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.979+08:00Since the darkness took our mindsThey burned our courage many diedHad to leave it all behind rebuild our livesPassing memories remainedIt made my soul a burning flameHaunted dreams of my desireReveal my nameRaise our swords we fight for lifeShields and armor shining brightStrike like dragons we have no fearOur swords are made of steelFly across the high seas and mountainsRise above the golden Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-65699177953183951102008-06-08T20:26:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.990+08:00You can’t stop me now You can’t hold me down You can’t keep me here I’m on my way I made it this far now And I’m not burning out No matter what you say I’m not afraid Way away away from here I’ll be Way away away so you can see How it feels to be alone and not believe Feels to be alone and not believe Anything-------------------Alright guys, first up I guess I really need to apologise about Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-53814683822379337992008-05-25T22:38:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:21.999+08:00You can change your life - if you wannaYou can change your clothes - if you wannaIf you change your mindWell, that's the way it goesBut I'm gonna keep your jeansAnd your old black hat - cause I wannaThey look good on meYou're never gonna get them backAt least not today, not today, not today'CauseIf it's over, let it go andCome tomorrow it will seemSo yesterday, so yesterdayI'm just a bird that's Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-58980508615519345012008-05-19T17:58:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.013+08:00You're opening the doors to the corridors stretching to the left Anger within my eyes, but the truth is on my chest I am just a man who wants revenge and I confess I am full of rage and sin, locked inside this cage again Where evil reigns and people like to win It may seem sweet, but we won't like the end So we shine brightly from the light within Locked inside this cage again... Dark Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-43349862152736371882008-05-11T19:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.033+08:00 Winter's citysideCrystal bits of snowflakes all around my head and in the windI had no illusionsThat I'd ever find a glimps of summer's heatwaves in your eyesYou did what you did to me, now it's history I seeHere's my comeback on the road againThings will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, it's easy when your big in JapanWhen your big in japan, tonightBig in JapanGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-19298577983707671562008-05-04T17:39:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.043+08:00In case you haven't read the previous post on the 20th of April, please scroll down and read it first. The reason why it only appeared recently has to do with my absent-minded clumsiness. The post was written on the 20th, but wasn't posted until I booked out and found it saved as a draft. Thanks.もう多少のリスクは覚悟でしょ何回転んだって起つ(Get It On)なれ合いじゃないぜ　紙一重のセッション入りくんだ感情　築き上げた結晶Made In ヒューマンのドラマの延長まるで燃え盛る　吉原の炎上Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-60065694960771780732008-04-20T19:00:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.054+08:00Note the date. Yes, I screwed up the last post. Apologies all round.Somewhere over the rainbowWay up highIn the land that I heard ofOnce, once in a lullabySomewhere over the rainbowSkies are blueAnd the dreams that you dare you dreamReally do come trueSomeday I'll wish upon a starAnd wake up where the cloudsAre far behind meWhere troubles melt like lemon dropsAway above the chimney tops that's Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-26789482116244751082008-04-13T17:49:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.063+08:00Melody walks through the doorAnd memory flies out the windowAnd nobody knows what they want'Til they finally let it all goThe pain insideComing outsideSo many ways to drown a manSo many ways to drag him downSome are fast and some take years and yearsCant hear what hes saying when hes talking in his sleepHe finally found the sound but hes in too deepI could never get overIs it too late for me now?Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-10818483219953518462008-04-05T21:56:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.074+08:00They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound. They said there'd been a robbery, His pistol had been found. They marched to the station house, He waited for the dawn. And as they led him to the dock, He knew that he'd been wrong. "You stand accused of robbery," He heard the bailiff say. He knew without an alibi, Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom. Over the hills and far away,Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-31157517081370597992008-03-30T17:02:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.090+08:00Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.Be strong, be strong now.Too many, too many problems.Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.She wants to go home, but nobody's home.It's where she lies, broken inside.With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.Broken inside.Her feelings she hides.Her dreams sheGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-91345147465135464072008-03-23T17:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.118+08:00何気ない日々　この毎日 今こうしてここに生き　やらなきゃならないことも なかなか出来ないことも　そりゃたくさんあるけど いつでも頑張ってこう　それも周りの笑顔に励まされたお陰だよ なんだかんだ言ったってやっぱ　ホント感謝それがアンサー かけがえない友達・家族　ともに心地よく過ごす 今があって皆があって　Bad Dayだって笑ってられる たまらずに涙を　流すほどにありがとう 笑ってくれる支えてくれる励ましてくれる大事な人へ 今送るこの気持ちを　忘れずにいつもNanige nai hibi kono mainichiIma kou shite koko ni iki yaranakya nara nai koto moNakanaka dekinai koto moSorya takusan aru kedoItsudemo ganbattekouSore mo mawari no Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-38653419122947918352008-03-15T12:59:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.130+08:00From nothingness to reality As we see it From nothingness to life My dismal tears of anguish Bleed into one with the songs of my heaven Loneliness is pain Emptiness is power, loneliness is pain Serenity is might Yet we shall be honoured In the starforsaken night--------------------Hello readers, and apologies for the *slightly* later than projected post. Sometimes, freedom is so sweet that you Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-56692760433466693122008-03-09T16:41:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.143+08:00 All the things that I have collectedStones and shellsEvery word in every book upon my shelvesOnly form a brief description of myselfBut they don't define who I amI don't think anything can, NoIf I stripped away the non-ecessitiesAll the damage, all the mess surrounding meI don't crave what I have notI don't need more than I've gotIts just me that I offer up--------------------Ave, all. Yes, Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-2450747709465233862008-03-02T17:16:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.155+08:00See I'm circling in these patternsLiving out of memoriesI'm still a long way from accepting itThat there's just no you and meBut if I still believe you love meMaybe I'll surviveSo I tell myself you're coming homeLike you've done a million timesAnd if it's alrightI'll still be loving you'Cause I can't break it to my heartIs it just meDid I commit a crimeI won't believe that loving youIs just a Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-29832875320450376862008-02-24T15:27:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.169+08:00I wish I had an angel For one moment of love I wish I had your angel tonight Deep into a dying day I took a step outside an innocent heart Prepare to hate me fall when I may This night will hurt you like never before Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder I wish I had an angel For one moment of love I wish I had your angel Your Virgin Mary undone I`m in love with my lust Burning angel Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-34031091038641079192008-02-17T16:23:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.179+08:00I used to be my own protection, But not now'Cause my path has 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 insideBut the heartless wind kept blowing, blowingGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-10933972628483887692008-02-10T13:45:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.191+08:00In the nightlife, do you still feel your pain Or the valor you waited never came? If you were evil, would you go change the past? And a faux paux with one last chance. And I might know of a future But then you'd still control the past Only you know if we'll be together Tonight. 'Cause every night I will save your life And every night I will be with you 'Cause every night I still lay awake And I Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-62908951113473112602008-02-02T17:00:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.202+08:00Society is a loaded weapon No one is exempt from the bullet within El systema is a prime example De lo que pasa cuando The streets could be so fucked up His destiny so fucked up His face remain so deathless This is warGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-34198891182355938232008-01-20T18:23:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.214+08:00I have known you my whole life When you were ten, you said you'd make me your wife Eight years later you won me over Just as I took the world on my shoulders I got used to living without you Endless phone calls and dreaming about you Always said that you were my man to be But I guess I was in love with your memory You know I love you, I really do But I can't fight anymore for you And I don't Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-42594778948101245712008-01-13T16:50:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.225+08:00Can anybody find me somebody to love? Each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord what you're doing to me I have spent all my years in believing you But I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody, somebody Can anybody find me somebody to love?--------------------Ok, super rushed post today. Recently it seems that I've been pushing all myGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-19036798102437086842008-01-06T16:22:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.236+08:00Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie About a home I’ll never see It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede Even heroes have the right to dream It’s not easy to be me Up, up and away...away from me It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight I’m not crazy...or anything... I can’t stand to fly IGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-91382239151523632822008-01-01T14:23:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.255+08:00It feels just like I'm going crazyI guess that this is breaking upAnd now not even you can save meWill someone wake me up?(Someone wake me up)Never thought that we'd go underI guess we won't be making upAnd if this is a dream I wonder,Could someone wake me up?(Someone wake me up)--------------------My goodness. There really is too much to talk about. I knew this would happen... Next time I'm Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-36249123894193261912007-12-25T13:09:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.268+08:00I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine, He said he's waited his whole damn life for this, I knew him well when he was seventeen, Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas. And, so Everybody's gone to war, But we don't know what we're fighting for, Don't tell me it's a worthy cause, No cause could be so worthy. If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober, If hope is a song I guess Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-42469540929727583152007-12-20T12:55:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.277+08:00Now if we had the power To bring our neighbors home from war They would have never missed a Christmas No more ribbons on their door And when you trust your television What you get is what you got Cause when they own the information, oh They can bend it all they want That's why we're waiting Waiting on the world to change We keep on waiting Waiting on the world to change It's not Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-20181530565178477982007-12-15T00:56:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.287+08:00Well here they come and there you go The more that you're thinking, the less that you know But one thing is true and one thing's a fact Once you get caught, you ain't coming back So throw up your hands, smash up your seat It's all going down, that's the word on the street So do it one time for what it's worth Cause this is the last night on Earth--------------------So. Hello everyone. This is theGlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-2819379851733210912007-12-13T01:16:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.298+08:00Through the dark night and through the rainFighting machine we are risen againstronger than all the world...We will survive!Stand and fight!Join the light!Into the battle with power and mightSound the guns!Raise the cannons of warWith the north star to guide usWe ride on the skyBlazing up through the heavensLike eagles we flyAnd the horsemen shall comeThey will judge all your livesRevelations Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-49840560472270314622007-12-08T23:16:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.311+08:00 Pictures of you Pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you Pictures of me Remind us all of what we could have been What could have been We could have been--------------------Strangely, ever since I came here, it's been really hard for me to remember the things I want to say in my posts anymore. Sometimes something comes to mind, but I find it nearly impossible to Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-67720154999873509782007-12-05T23:32:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.322+08:00No matter what you say about love,I keep coming back for more,Keep my hand in the fire,Sooner or later I get what I'm asking forNo matter what you say about life,I learn every time I bleed the truth is aStranger soul is in dangerI gotta let my spirit be free to..Admit that I'm wrong and then change my mindSorry but I have to move on and leave you behindI can't waste time so give it a momentI Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353736018008448773.post-33290022236706860282007-12-03T10:49:00.000+08:002010-02-06T21:18:22.331+08:00軋んだ想いを吐き出したいのは存在の証明が他にないから掴んだはずの僕の未来は「尊厳」と「自由」で矛盾してるよ歪んだ残像を消し去りたいのは自分の限界をそこに見るから自意識過剰な僕の窓には去年のカレンダー、日付がないよ消してリライトしてくだらない超幻想忘れられぬ存在感を起死回生リライトして意味のない想像も君を成す原動力全身全霊をくれよ Kishin da omoi o hakidashitai no wa Sonzai no shoumei ga ta ni nai kara Tsukan da hazu no boku no mirai wa "songen" to "jiyuu" de nujun shiteru yo Yugan da zazou o keshi saritai no wa Jibun no genkai o soko ni miru kara Jiishiki Glenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637046924470445525noreply@blogger.com0