i want to go back to then so badly,
so badly i can't believe myself, oh gosh.
reason?
the reason isn't really the point here
the reason may not be all pleasant or attractive or even valid, or it may be.
gazillion of factors, multitude of feelings
and perhaps great magnitude of heartache.
what do you call this experience?
a situation where you just want to sit on the floor, whine, laugh, roll (or frolick) with hysteria, (maybe swear)
and repeat the whole process again. and oh, to shout it's not time to grow up yet!
no word will do of course, otherwise it won't be so special.

there, that's what a day can do to you.

haha
maybe, just maybe we have a hotel for us to build (:

a nice song -
Like a Knife
by Secondhand Serenade
Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain
And no matter where I go it's always pouring all the same.
These streets are filled with memories
Both perfect and in pain
And all I wanna do is love you
But I'm the only one to blame.

no, not emo,
it's uh reminiscencing?
HAHA (:

am still alive at 9:13 AM



when you fail to see anything in the future,
it's not a death sentence,
it's a chance to mould what's left
making sure only the best will possibly happen
with the effort starting from now.

if we all know that rainbow comes after a storm
are we scared of the temporary disaster,
or are we afraid that nature will fail us
or are we imagining too much of the ruins and debris against the coloured sky?

am still alive at 11:11 PM



people,
dont wait till the moment to regret,
regret now.
people,
don't save the last breath for the finishing
lest you are finished first.
people,
store all the laziness for winter,
the spring calls for vigor and success.
people,
shine a smile,
what is it now but a mile.

am still alive at 8:41 AM



i am not a receptionist
i am not a machine
i am not supernatural
i am not a sage
i am not anything or everything
i am not bursting
i am not stressed, okay?

not okay,
bloody hell.

am still alive at 6:33 AM



olympics is major distraction,
sadly, a rather enjoyable and incurable distraction.
national day is patriotic, not. haha, miss the live actions really.
how different to sing those songs there live, and at home.

and and...
i am a racing car with a near empty tank
drifting on the track
crossing my fingers and
praying that i will not fly out of the race
until after the finishing line.

am still alive at 2:06 AM