Stop. Take a deep breath. Continue your pursuit.

I like having you around. The presence of you just there comforts everyone in the room, especially me. It's like you carry a bag of sunshine around your shoulders, tucked safely in a knapsack.

I found this while browsing around. Man, this is hilarious and contains so much truth. Made me feel much better and worse at the same time. Can't blame myself.

The time is drawing closer and closer to D-Day.
I don't feel prepared at all but I just want to get it done and over with.
Reading Chris's post, I realized that I miss my classroom too.
The spectacular view I had of the trees just as I turned to my right.
I can just get lost in them, traveling miles away.
I particularly loved rainy days in school especially in class.
The atmosphere, the smell of wet grass and the raindrops falling precariously on the window.
It's one of those days.
Seriously I doubt we'll ever go back to class again.
There goes my hopes. Dashed.

There's so many thoughts I want to pour out but then I think to myself.
I'll just keep it all in here.
Safe, in my comfy, expanding pocket heart.
Till it expands and expands.
And finally unable to bear the weight anymore, it'll just self-combust.
Taking along a piece of me with it.

I don't know what else to do this week.
What I should be doing is studying but I want to do anything but that.
Doesn't look like I have a choice anyway.

He said, "It's up to you."
Me, I thought short and hard. Replying," If it's up to me, I wouldn't be here, doing what I dislike, instead pursuing what I feel is right for me, what I'm passionate about. Even if it turns out to be the wrong choice, I would naught have any regret in the world cause I chose it. But what about you?

What would you do? "

That's enough for today.
I'm going to watch raindrops falling from the sky.
And breathe in the wonderful scent it brings.
Till then.

P.S. My cbox is cranky. That goes for the many posts. It's fun though, seeing it go array.

Sense.

How very true.

Credits to Cody. Whose masterpieces major in paintings and drawings. =]

Mum's always the best! No matter what.
And today was one of the many examples of her being so. =]

I can't wait to get my hands on grandpa's camera. *smiles in glee*
It's going to be a real hands-on project.
Just got to survive these few torturous weeks.

Today wasn't really a good day.
I liked it better at home.
Where I can cuddle up in my bed and daydream.
While holding on tight to my insights, dreams and ambitions.
All the while gulping my homemade drink.
Somehow, I'm grateful for the holidays.

From now till PMR, I'm just going to drop by here to post some short posts.
It helps in taking my mind off the serious stuff and just focus on the mundane ones.

Bye.

P.S. Suddenly I realized that I missed having you around. Telling me nonchalantly about absolutely nothing and everything. I think I can finally admit it. I miss having you as a friend. You were always there for me. And as much as I want to have you back, I can't turn back the time but I can only change the present, that is for us to be friends together again, laughing at all the lame, nonsensical day-goings. Lets be friends again. Can we?

A little much needed help.

You used to say this to me and I'll just shrug it off.
Now, I need you to say it to me once again.

I miss late night movies.
I always wondered why local stations air their movies way early in the morning, say 1am?
These were times when I stubbornly fought with sleep just to keep myself awake.
Even when the movies were extremely cheesy and cliche, I would still watch them.
Who cares that it was released several years back then?
I felt carefree, unattached and unburdened.
For the first time, in many months, I stayed up late till past 3 just to do so again.
And it felt good, for once.

Taken during the mid-term break.
I miss the really straight-ruler-cut hair.

Oh, the stuff I'm going to do after 4 weeks. I figured less.
If you think I'm getting loony now, which I believe I am, it'll be worse then.
And I'm so looking forward to that.

Bye.

And Mr. Pornstar, pigs have wings. In my dreams. Of course they do. *grins widely*

P.S. Yesterday was a great start, let's hope that it lasts.

I don't know anymore.

I just want it all to pass by in a flash.
Only to look back and regret it.
It's getting unbearable.
I don't know how I manage to do it once.
But all I know now is that, I doubt I can repeat it.
The willpower. Crap.
I wish I was full of it.
Then I'll stop having arguments with myself on what I want to do and what I should BE doing.

I feel so tired and drained to the bone.
Going on seems to be a tunnel stretching across the Atlantic Ocean and all I see is darkness surrounding me.
Where's the ray of sunbeam when you need it?

I don't know if I can trust you.
You're telling me otherwise.
I don't need someone like you to dwell on.
No thanks. It's all a mistake.

"We're growing carelessly apart"

But has it ever occur to you to sew back the seams?

I'm suppose to be revising and studying but don't ask me how I end up in front of the computer.
If anyone asks, just tell them the computer read my mind and typed everything out in Kelly's blog.

Till pigs grow wings and soar across the sky,
Till she finally realize her mistake,
Till he finally sees her for who she really is,
Till I see you again.
Bye.