the pressure is on.
afraid of making a mistake.
i feel lousy enough already so i really can't afford to do anything wrong.

poly's starting soon anyway.
i wonder how i'll adapt and how i'll fare.

i have this whole lot of anger.
and if i'm provoked one last time, i might just blow up.
i'm avoiding it. so i dont have a chance to freak out.
words that hurt. words that make one feel lousy.

i dont want to be vulnerable.
i dont want to care.

speech. the most powerful skill that humans have that other species dont.

remember all those wonderful plans we lay before us.
the wild and imaginative ideas we'd plan.

i've always loved a happy ending to a drama.
it's because of all the sad and dramatic twist in the story
that makes us wanna continue watching it;
we want to see what will be in the end.
but sometimes, watching too happy endings makes me shrug and not believe it.
because it becomes so unrealistic that things can turn out all so well.

i feel like i am walking on air.

i've been trying to let go of stuff.
i figured that if you wanna achieve happiness,
you must let go all of your sadness.

went for a jog anyway.
OKAY. it was more of a walk due to the REALLY BAD STAMINA.
i've been getting lazier these days.
i really need some motivation to keep me running.








gone for ug camp. 20 - 22 March.

listen to the rhythm of the falling rain...

it's been raining loads these days.
sometimes, the smell of rain reminds me of times when i was young and carefree.


I've been travelling on this road too long
Just trying to find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone
Dead and gone

I turn my head to the east
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the north,
Swallow that pill that they call pride
The old me is dead and gone,
The new me will be alright