Stopped.

Stability is s_____.

Play it, one last time:

This Is The Last Time by Keane

This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I know I don't mind

Note how the poster states "In theatres this February". The Singapore release date is 3rd September.

What are the studios doing, if not encouraging piracy?

3 Dimensionssssssssssssss (:

I dislike the nighttime, the moment just before I fall asleep. Not because I can't see anything, but because I can't hear anything. Except the sound of my own thoughts. Slowly filling a void. It is during this period between a state of being awake, and a state of slumber, that I begin to think, to question. To remember.

How soon we forget.
That Remembering and Forgetting, are merely opposite sides of the coin of memory.

The text which follows is rambling, verbose, and can best be characterised as "emo". It may also be largely erroneous, and possibly offensive. Don't read if you can't/won't be able to handle it. Thats why its hidden.

I could take a chance, and ask if you if you still recall. Ask you about the past. And the present. And maybe the future.

But I'm not going to. I guess if you haven't told me by now, means you don't want me to know. And I can live with that. I respect your decision. I'm surprised with myself, more than anything; I suppose that over the last year or so my brain/mouth filter has matured to the point where it begins to screen inquisitiveness as well.

It still hurts (kinda). I can't help it, even though I know I shouldn't be. Why concern myself with your affairs, eh? None of my business - I know. But I can't help but wish you could/would tell me.

It matters not - after all, what good will that knowledge do me? All I can do is wish you the best, and hope you make the right decisions. And hope that the people who do know are helping you make the right decisions, and not the wrong ones.

It would seem that the coin of memory enjoys landing on one particular side.


Mea culpa, mea culpa

Needs vs Wants