It's the time of the day again, when all is still and the room is engulfed in a solemn silence, only tinted by the beating of the light rain against its obstructions, and the arrangement of vehicles belting down the road. It's an in-between, the end of a day and the start of another. We always think about what's next but fail to reflect on what's ( Read more... )

On a metaphorical speed train tipped with alcohol night after night and waking up to drink and sleeping to wake ( Read more... )

More sweat in training
Less blood in war

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Your heart is like a hand me down
Somethings to pass around and around

The time for revision has come again, after a summer and three-quarter semester hiatus. The time for revision is a time made fluid when AM slips into PM discreetly and vice versa. Divorced with the color of time by my 1 by 4 metres wooden door and thick black curtain, I peel away from the currents beyond and embark on several hours of reading, with ( Read more... )

This semester is pretty much a more sober one, with less confusions dealt by the freshman that I was a year ago. With a knowledge of the locality within the campus and an expertise in both the publication and event aspect of NTU Sports Club, I pass each day in disdain of regularities, yet appeased with a sense of knowing at the same time ( Read more... )

Of course, everybody slips into the past no matter how slight a trigger. Of late, I have been slipping quite a bit. The recounted memories are like milk turned sour, only good when fresh. So as time goes on, what do we keep? Stones in our hearts? Time changes everything. I don't know what hypocrites are we at present, when the future thinks of us ( Read more... )

In-charge of my self-esteem, I locate myself in a tight grid of jigsaw puzzles. On and on, the pieces around me spun madly with variations of emotions flaired out eccentrically like a smoky black eel in the air or a purple silk sliming across my neck, matching lure and allure.  With diligent eyes and an expired innocence, I select properly which ( Read more... )

I opened my bedroom window and breathed in the anxiety of the morning today ( Read more... )