There will come a time when I'll give everything up.

You've got to work for what you want.

And work it every minute of your life.

Cause as cheesy as it sounds, time flies.....

He has thought about this for awhile. But he is not too sure where to look now, and how to go about feeling for things. Yes. Perhaps you're wrong to think that things won't ever work out. That one day when you wake up, the world would crush on him and he will die a tragic death. But he needs to have faith. Believe. Believe that everything will be ( Read more... )

 What does one feel.... amidst the pain, hurt and doubts existing in human relationships? Where is the beauty, the fierce beauty of complete trust that people should have in one another? The belief that no one is out to kill anyone, and that sometimes innocence does exist in people? Or is there no such thing at all? Does a long list of agenda exist ( Read more... )

I have no idea why this is happening, but I seem to be doubting myself alot this year. It's like every little thing I do, I feel that I'm not capable enough to do it well. I don't think I could focus my energy to carry out tasks I need to do well ( Read more... )

 It's very strange that I should feel any less capable of doing a good job in class. It feels as if I've not learnt anything for the past 2 years  and that perhaps, I'm not made for this. Should I give it up altogether or think about how I could break the barrier and move forward? How can I do this without feeling pessimistic and inept? I need to ( Read more... )

coming to two doors
open both or shut one up
a migraine sneaks in 

while waiting for my turn at the clinic, i thought up some haikus.... never had the habit of writing poetry. Think some of them are rather awkward? oh well.... it was quite calming to do this, and time passes more quickly ( Read more... )

 I'm running out of ideas.... where is the urgency to complete a cycle? to complete something meaningful? the sense of doubt is digging into my blind faith and my creations are rotting away...

i need to be reminded of what I'd lost. This must bear fruit one day... 
 

There was a man. Profile unknown. Chyka and Mariana were there too. I think we were trying to complete a story.A mystery story. We were taking the plot down. Taking the plot down in a book. I remember being out on a plain, with mountains, a cliff and the jungle. I saw/heard/ imagine the word "Thwarthy" which meant musky there. (But there isn't such ( Read more... )

Last night, my house transformed into a fluid Greek restaurant, with red walls, neon lights and white-tiled floors. The gates to the restaurant were spoiled though, and the hinges were undone. Then mum had the idea to use small bags filled with loads of coins to hold down the gates. I have no idea how that worked out, but the whole time, I only ( Read more... )