the lamentable part about the passing of our youth, is not the loss of good complexion, childhood friends, or freedom to do whatever we please.

it is the loss of innocence, and the pervasiveness of cynicism in the root of my soul.

upset. )):

it used to be very spacious outside. now the inner space is vast as the sky.

maybe im beginning to enjoy the mediocrity - their distance, comforting like a pair of warm woolen socks that wraps your feet on a cold morning.

after fourteen hours of squeezing my feet into a pair of slim covered heels, i have two blisters half the size of my little toe growing on my little toe, and four other small ones elsewhere.

there must be a better way to test my threshold of pain. :/

there has been a daniel wu movie maranthon at my place every night, for the past three nights.

time for divergence now. (pun intended :)

if youre up, the water tastes sweet, your body feels light as a feather, every song is uplifting, every problem becomes trivial, every look is a smile, every obstacle becomes a challenge, every task seems like a piece of cake, every moment is a pleasure, and everything around you becomes bright and colorful.

five days of hell is over, the weekend is here, and im going up on a rocket. :D

i thought of some people whom i had walked the same paths with during my teenage years, and felt a sense of gratitude for their company and the irreplaceable memories, as well as a tinge of sadness because i know that the days are behind us now, and our paths would only diverge from here.

if you hold on too tightly, they'll break away someday. if you let go, you'll lose sight of them eventually.

so from now onwards, if i want the seeds in my pocket to grow, i better start sowing them. ):

you sit in an empty jar with a tightened lid.

out of touch, but not out of sight.

six days of cold war, morning workouts, early nights, intense reading, amazing amount of self-discipline, absence of mood fluctuation, spending impulses, and a gradual loss of interest in many affairs.

the past few weeks have been evolutionary.

no, these self-imposed changes are not punishments. they seem like the logical thing to do - to get away and to start all over again.

with a mind-boggling test tomorrow morning, its a wonder how i am playing freecell, typing notes for my tuitee, organising my files, memorising the lyrics of a catchy song, writing an entry, daydreaming and doing everything but the right one.

after all, my psychology notes told me that cramming and massed practice are ineffective, and incubation is good. it can get me off my functional fixedness, leading to insights and better problem solving.

i am looking forward to a miracle tomorrow. (: