it was at the same macs.
but with a different background, and a different companion today.
i think i saw her.
but as an outsider, a spectator,
so much willing and wishing to step into her life once again.
but i guess it was not to be.
all i can do is turn, and leave.

the wooden bench/table
the corridors
ice cold beer
i kept looking out for u, what an idiot.

eh, blackle?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq-yP7mb8UE

the intro's just cool, captivating.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IakDItZ7f7Q

hugh laurie, no?
nice song, funny mv.

its amazing how time flies.
but when i walk the path we used to walk
together,
the blood rushes
the memories flood back
it seems like u have only left
yesterday.
so when will tomorrow bring the feelings back again?

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter-
tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further...And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F.Scott Fitgerald, The Great Gatsby