A full cycle.

To touch the untouchable.
To think of the unthinkable.
To believe in the unbelievable.
A sin.

It's just a full cycle.
An endless loop.

Glue sticks.
no matter how far it gets pulled them apart.

Ripples

The week's getting better bit by bit.
Work's getting harder,
Pace is up-ed a little,
but all is well.
all is well.

Been learning sign language.
"how do you do?"
"nice to meet you"
oman. I think I do have some talent in this.
LOL.

Alot of things have been happening in school though.
All the undercurrents.
Just watching it erode the fragile soil.

Tempted to step in and stop a possible tsunami,
but all I can do is, stop and stare.

How can close friends just turn into arch enemies.
People who stood by each other for so long,
suddenly turning their backs against each other.
People just come and go.
Like a change of clothes.

A classic Gossip Girl.

and like a bystander,
chained to the post,
all I can do is watch the situation turn bad.

Hai.

COR

Oh man.
I'm starting to love my new cca.

A step back

if things were to turn out ths way,
I rather turn my back away.

Breathe.

breathe.

art-mod

Haven't had the time to blog much.
but i've just cleared my art mod.
quite satisfied with it.

Watch out for the photos! =)

Spate of Cheer ups.

Weilee suddenly spotted a spate of cheerup messages.

Saw this comment on my friend's blog.
by beholder. not too sure who it is.
but found it quite inspirational.

"
I don’t think we can forget the people we love, and experience what some people call closure. We can come to terms with it, but not turn numb. There’s no reason or rhyme but emotion, pure, simple, human emotion. Sadness is unpleasant, but isn’t wrong. Scissoring the past, censoring what we hold dear and blocking out the truth is an understandable reaction, but a step backwards."

owells.
i guess that sums it all.

Helpless.

I lost 2 of my very, very close friends last week.

But I'm glad that i made more over at the other side.
one event links to another.
and i guess God has it all planned out.

First he brought me people to integrate with into the system,
sieves out the best few for me,
and slowly, one by one removes them from my life.
After a certain period of time,
he re-adds new people into the system.
repeating the whole process,
and watch me once again, live in agony.

it's a tiring process,
don't you think so?

I feel terrible.


you're right.
things are no longer the same.
we're drifters.

holding on to the rope,
just seems so torturous.
i wanna let go.

but i just can't bring myself to it.

i can't hold it in.
wanna scream it out loud.
but i can't.
cos some things are just not meant to be.

jtb.
willy.
jtb.

Time and tide waits for no man.

*/
"time will bury all tides,
and i guess.
all i needed was time."

what a stupid theory.

明知山有虎， 偏向虎山行。

This week's been pretty much of a hell week.
to get 60% for 101, and 106's bad enuf.
and now. 5% for my maths,
life's really becoming a joke.

just went crazy,
and sent that stupid W.H. an email.
hahaa. wonders what he's expression is when he reads it.
cfm fuming mad.
so be prepared dudes, for the sleeping dragon is now awoken.

明知山有虎，
偏向虎山行。

sometimes, i just can't fight against my conscience.
and thus, i've gotta face the consequences.
can't understand how some people could do it.

The Awakening.

Have thought things thru'.
some things are just not meant to be.
no point sulking over it.
get up.
straighten those shirt of urs.
and move on, dude.

tomorrow's gonna be a better day.

losing control

Somehow, I seem to be losing control of myself.
not knowing when to smile.
not knowing what to say.
I'm too tired to even smile.

i seem to be going back to those days.

to mask it all.

如果海会说话,
如果風会愛上砂.

Everytime i see it happening,
week after week.
my mood drops skyhigh.

duno why.
there's this tingling wierd feeling.
I so wanna put on a smile.
but just can't fit into that mask.
shares has since become one of those simple masks i picked up.

knowing that things are changing.
that things are no longer the same.
i can't help, but grow distant.

life in uni has now become
nothing more than a mere facade of show-tell.
everyday seems to be like a play.
so put on those glamourous clothes.
waiting for the show to begin.

we're all.
living in this whole world of pretence.

it just hurts.

I guess i'm not good at acting.
i never was.

these few days have been better.
though certain facts are still unchanged.

anyway. went for the nike race today.
felt great after the run.
simply love the shag. tired. helpless feeling.

thursday blues.

feels sad.

fuck.

Run or Hide

When these things happen.
Either you run as far as you can.
and possibly finding a spot,
to simply disappear into the unknown.

or bury yourself with heaps and heaps of work.
to keep yourself occupied,
till your brain has no time,
to even breathe.

Defining Norm.

What is the norm?
who has the right to approve of things?
what is right.
and what is wrong?

are you in a position to comment?

Chore

Attending functions where I don't feel like.
is really a chore.