Staring blankly
with strums of slow spanish romance
racing runs after runs
but reality bites
and reality scars
feelings of yesterday just watered
and what doors were left
turned stone cold...
shivers returns with the emptiness
what realisation I held inside
forced to fade into nothingness
yet it can't be instant
it's process can't be quicken
oh Lord how I wished things were otherwise
but as it's not...
I'm still around for
and be standing by
But now...I'm here...
just right here...
for you...

lacerated and down I am

~|Cold cool air
heal my wounds
and every deep cuts'n tear

Heal scrapes of mine
my bruises
and harness focus of my mind

Heal me and make me whole
heal my heart
and heal my soul

Heal me from the grind I tried
heal my body
and heal my pride that's left of me...|~

~A return of a gift
brings pain to the heart...
What does that mean?
or is it that ne'er can it start?
I'd rather it's being kept...
away from me
even if it's negative you see.
At least spare me...
please...
To see things given returned to me
is like taking what I've offered
and slapping me with it.
The pain...
Oh damn I'm in pain...
like a wall just placed before me
with no knowing why...
I'm returning to black hole all with a sigh~

I came upon a pic I once edited...
the place I worked for a short while...very nice...
relaxed...
Well as the Bartender...
A totally spanish Bar setting serving Tapas...
Well actually Tapas are small quantities of food...
aka. appetizers in Spanish cuisine.
It's something that is given to accompany a drink before
a main meal...well that's in Spain...not in Singapore.
Here, you just gotta pay to sit in there with a drink.

In the past, this place was called 'The Tapas' with
an octopus in the logo...now it's called
'La Viva'