about the escaper
Joseph Quek
1611.1992
I lived in States while it petty cold here. Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home.

past escapes
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
May 2009

soul mates
url friend A

resources
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tuesdaynight
*For the glow effect tutorial.
Date: Monday, February 4, 2008
Time: 7:42 PM
crying

why do we cry?

it's a way to release all of our anger, all of our despairs, and all of our fears. A single teardrop can be deadly to someone's eyes (figuratively, of course).

Crying is my daily routine these days. After what happened, it's all i can think to do. Especially since I didn't have anyone right now. And everything has changed. It won't be the same anymore.

i feel like crying right now. i got so much damn problems i don't think i can handle. if only i was strong enough to do it on my own. i could kill a person.

this day, i tried holding back the tears. but it all came crashing down when i was walking home. i was with him at that time. i was with my "BEST FRIEND"...yes, he is my best friend now. :[ and i thought, it would be the last time would be with him...

and so i was crying. under the heat of the sun. i felt so down. i felt so hopeless. i felt so ALONE.

no. make that, i FEEL so alone. isama mo pa yung pagdinig ko ng Discovering the Waterfront ng Silverstein. bwisit talaga.

bakit nya pa kasi kinanta-kanta yan kanina. ang saket tuloy. haay.

the atmosphere changed when i went to school. it's as if cold air is surrounding me...

...

To think about it, it's quite chilly this morning. haha. so, what the hell.


i really feel like crying. no joke. but the problem is, i can't let it out. i don't know why...it's like, my eyes are pushing it back.

why?Why?WHY?!

i'm feeling weak. i don't want to feel like this. can't THOSE people leave me alone? it's all i wanted. i know they tell us these things. but we're not stupid enough to do something naughty. DANG.

can't THOSE people see that they're making our lives HELL-er than it is? that's why we're being bad. we're being a rebel. we're being (as what you call) pasaway.

i know it's the right thing that you lot are telling us off, but then, do you think it's too much? you never know you're hurting them too much.

we're not dumb. we're doing what we want. or for some people, it's just a way to tell you something. we're sending messages.

and i hope you would all understand us.

bear with it.



dang. i'm losing all controls. please, i'm fighting it...isn't it enough? i don't want torture now. you know i'm weak.

crying would be the result. :'[ no one would notice me. like this morning, no one noticed i'm breaking down... maybe because i was too busy being mad at myself. or busy being depressed. ..

[listening to Half Alive by Secondhand Serenade]

haay. at least, it's not Discovering, anymore.

my world is now cold. it turned black. and i'm fearing it would be permanent.

God, help me make it through tomorrow. you're my only savior. and my guide. :'[

good night everyone.
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