somebody was knocking on the door and asking me to come out.

so it is, ive breezed through almost four weeks of school and before i know it, the readings are stacking up exceedingly fast, much faster than i can clear them. the holidays were not exciting, but they were comforting, like a dive under the water where you can only observe your surroundings through a translucent bubble that stupefies your senses. all you can hear is your own breathing, the water in your ears, and the second-hand of your precious watch ticking away.

and so my december came and left quietly,

and eventually, i was swept to the shores.

i hope this drought ends soon.

this sounds like an oxymoron, but sometimes the more you get to know a person, the more you realise how little you actually know about him/her.

the best memories are always remembered, not through journals, photographs, paintings, poems, or lyrics, but when you keep it safe in your mind and heart.

because the moment you say it out, or even try to express it, it loses its magic.

somebody please lock me up in a room and stop me from working / agreeing to take on projects / taking up more tuition assignments.

beauty is only skin deep,

so are some friendships.

i dont want to do anymore things for you and you dont have to do anything for me from now onwards.

"we all live in our own world.
but if you look up at the starry sky, youll see
that all the different worlds up there combine to
form constellations, solar systems and galaxies."

veronika decides to die | paulo coelho

life, is like a long passage that rambles on and on about random, irrelevant and insignificant topics. in other words, it is so pointless.

sometimes i work like crazy; i work like i would never feel tired; i make sure that i use up all twenty-four hours of my day; i pretend that i like my job; i make myself believe that i love what i am doing, hoping that all this preoccupation with work would make the time pass faster, and perhaps, i would be able to reach the epilogue sooner. but everyday is just a tiresome routine, and every week is a repetition of the previous one, and every month is like a vicious cycle of ups and downs.

work always turns me into a maniac, and an insomniac.

its so hard to find one particular tree in a jungle.

today, i spent my free evening trying to search for all the past weblogs that i used to frequent back in 2004/5, journals of strangers whom i have never met before in my life, but whose daily scribbles used to enthrall me and leave me hungry for more after every savory read; and back then, the more i read about their lives, their views and their twisted sense of humour, the more i felt like i wanted to know them better. so i went to technorati, to rbj, to all my past layouts at tbns to dig out the rusty links, only to found out to my disappointment, that many of these talent writers have either stopped writing due to work commitments, moved without leaving any traces, or retired from the blogsphere. some of them went into an indefinitely long hiatus, while some simply vanished into thin air.

i think the bad thing when blogs become too popular, is that the little personal space becomes their readers', not theirs alone anymore. and maybe thats why some of them chose to abandon the shelter when they could no longer seek solace in it.

it is such a pity, when it was actually the audience who drove away the actors. :/

read this if you have twenty minutes to spare. (:

while everyone was out counting down to the new year, i was alone in the kitchen of my workplace, having a late cold dinner by myself.

but today has been a great day, with visits from a couple of friends (some intentional, and some unintentional) and if not for a last-minute change in my shift (thank goodness!) i would still be in the cafe now mopping floors, clearing tables and washing cups. so i guess the happy day made up for the not-so-happy start i had. (: