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realising the power of the aftermath
Saturday, December 05, 2009
when the stress doesn't come from the workload.
when second-guessing doesn't come from failure.
when disappointment is rift.
will optimism overthrow?
the origin.8:15 PM
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
piece of me.
so much work, so little time.
bah.
in any case, thanks wj, you made my day with that early birthday wish (=
the origin.1:52 PM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tiresome amidst the hustle and bustle of life
Loneliness amidst the many familar faces each day
Roller-coaster of emotions, an everyday experience
Sometimes one wonders, if happiness wasn't meant to be.
It's something that everyone would think at some point of time in their life.
The meaning, the purpose, the reason.
Better to miss or be missed?
Better to love or be loved?
People who've missed would say it's better to be missed, and vice versa. Same goes for those who've been loved.
Many a times people feel that the grass on the other end is greener,
but when they finally get there,
they realise they are sadly mistaken.
This transcends to disappointment and they start to question the purpose and meaning all over again.
2 words: Vicious cycle.
the origin.4:56 PM
Thursday, November 05, 2009
because there's no such thing as a happy ending
because happiness wasn't meant to be.
the brutal truth.
-learnt : first hand.
the origin.8:22 PM
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
A bus ride to school everyday is pretty much a daily activity for most of us. Many a times, people put on their head phones, tune to their favourite music and just stand around, not bothering about the things that are going on around them.
But, to me, a bus ride can fully exemplify what life really is about.
The traffic lights are just like life's various stages. More often than not, when one is early for school, one would be more inclined to feel that there are more green lights than red, and vice versa when one's late for school. However, i feel that the traffic lights mark the various stages, even though there may be obstacles (red lights), however, with patience and tenacity to carry on, it'd eventually go one's way again.
The one thing that left a deep impression on me, however, was how a bus ride could make me realise the many opportunities that I've missed, which transcends as regret in the later part of one's life.
the origin.9:57 AM
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
i've no wishlist not because i've no wants,
but because i've too many.
I need a helping hand to grasp a self-study subject.
I need an inspiration to carry on with what's right.
I need a motivation to tread on the right path, always.
i still want that lunch/ dinner appoinment
i still want to regain my life back, sem 1.1 was alright
i want to head back to sjz
i want to head back to teach class 20
i want.. .. ..
the origin.10:53 AM
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Many a times, i wonder, what it's like to miss someone, something, or even a someplace.
Many a times, i think i understand, what it's like to long for something.
Many a times, i understand, how that longing will never become a reality.
I often ask myself, if i've tried harder, put in more effort,
Will things go the other way..?
I'd like to know, really.
Have i been playing it safe? Or perhaps it wouldn't make a difference?
CHANGE.
I've heard that far too many times.
Some say, change, just to fit in,
Some say, change, because it's inevitable.
But to me, the true meaning of change is to attain the goal that is at the finish line.
To make reality out of that longing.
A chat with one of my peers at 12 in the morning brought me fresh insights into this.
We debated upon the issues of being jaded, about the difference between maturity and sensibility.
Then, we reminisced uppon our past, upon what could have been,
what would have been, if only..
more EFFORT was put in.
Many a times i tell myself, i've tried.
Many a times i choose to believe that i'd do better without that part of my life.
Many a times i tell people that it's nothing but trouble,
Many a times i lament that i haven't grown as much as i'd love to.
But, yesterday, the friend said, that i've changed.
I've grown, but i gave up halfway.
Did i really give up on my own?
Or did others give up on me.
Ther's only so much one could do,
There's only so much freshness to explore,
There's only so much past to share,
Maybe they got tired,
Maybe i expected too much,
Maybe.. It's just not meant to be.
the origin.11:04 AM
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