i feel like a small sponge in an ocean.

i cant take in anymore water, and im just struggling to stay afloat.

i was holding on to a bunch of balloons in one hand, when i saw a pretty wild flower along the roadside. i tried to pluck it with my free hand, but the stem refused to break. so i released the balloons for a split second, so that i could both my hands to pull the flower out.

and when i finally got my flower, i turned and found out that the wind has carried my balloons across the road without me.

i did a brief calculation today,

and i realised that the amount my brother earns from writing one newspaper article is equivalent to the total amount of pay im going to get for my two and half months of attachment.

talk about the widening income disparity between the rich and the poor!

i know i stand in line
until you think you have the time
to spend an evening with me
and if we go someplace to dance
i know that theres a chance
you wont be leaving with me

then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
and have a drink or two
and then i go and spoil it all,
by saying something stupid like i love you.

-- something stupid | robbie williams & nicole kidman

in retrospect, im glad i cut the thread and tied a knot to it.

i did it in order to move on to other seams, while the stitch remained in place to hold the pieces together.

and this way, i will only be able to remember the beauty of the final product, and not the tears that once existed.

everytime i watch this drama, its thunderstorm for days. :/

well, the truth is, we can choose to live , and we can choose to die. but we cannot choose not to die because a death sentence is a one-way street.

it can be very frustrating when people misunderstand you, yet you dont feel like correcting them because you dont think it matters.

after all, old people always think that theyre right, dont they.

you have to be your own hero.

i wished life wouldnt play such stupid tricks on people.

two days ago, my hair clip miraculously disappeared from my table, and thinking that it would eventually reappear after a day or two (like most missing things do) i gave up looking for it and decided to do without it first.

so for the past two days, i suffered the aftermath of not having my hair clip - my hair was falling all over my face and was perpetually messy no matter how i tried to tidy it. so this evening, i decided that i should not wait any longer and headed straight to the hair accessory shop right after work.

and just when i was about to purchase that small little black clip, i dug my hand inside my bag, and realised that i left my purse in my jacket at work. to my dismay, i made a detour to the nearest atm, and found out that the minimum withdrawal was $200! (mind you, it's not $20!) so i had to make a even bigger detour to the second nearest atm, and the queue was disgustingly long. but hell, i needed my clip so i had to stick my hand in the mud.

at 8.20pm, after all that trouble, i finally got my cash and my clip and i headed home half-starved.

and just when i switched on the lights, there it was - my good old hair clip on the table.

its been a painful 10-day without you! ):

-runs and gives my laptop a big hug-