upon a falling star...

Finally, a ranting post. Well, but first, let me update about my boring, non-existent life. School's been really hectic, busy, crazy, insane, a frenzy. There's no time for anything else other than for work. It's like work is unlimited. Homework -> Study for test -> PW -> Study for Promos Wait... I haven't even made it to stage 4 yet. It's like after PW the route detours back to stage 1.  My life, as of now, is pathetic. The last time I turned on my TV was like, at least 2-3 months ago -_- But yup, hope I can do well for promos though. Now, back to ranting. I think society is full of contradictions. The same kind of people that gives us advice on what we should do with our lives... they all mean well but sometimes I feel that some of their advice are illogical. Really. I bet a lot of us have been criticised of not being hungry enough for success. We don't aim to be the best. We just want to pass, be average, and we are co...

Alas, I'm back to rant about my hazy thoughts again. I feel that writing/typing my thoughts out helps me establish them better. Sooo recently I've been feeling so aimless. Like literally. In the past I've so many dreams and passions and I had so many careers in mind. As if a flower that once bloomed, now it has all wilted away. Let's establish a timeline. 1) Artist. As a child, that was my very first dream. I was enrolled in Art classes and even though I could say that my drawings really sucked now that I look at them, I was always happy doing crafts and drawing random stuff. Colouring painting and drawing things around me, or things that never exists, fulfills me. I was also very interested in art classes in school. I always wanted to get an A. I remember the time when I was selected to go to the Art Museum and look at Picasso's and Van Gogh's art works. At that point in time I couldn't really appreciate them, considering how dense I was....

I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer At night, I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing, laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I really didn't mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.  When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me ‘why.’ But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people , for home to be wherever you ...

I don't know where you are in this world You said you would be back in a month You obviously didn't keep your word. When are you coming back? I sort of hate you for leaving us behind Kinda wondering what u are doing right now Where the hell are you? Knowing you, I earnestly hope you don't get into trouble You're freaking gone I admit there are days when I don't even think of you. There are days I come home and everything feels fine Actually, everyday is fine However, this does not mean that I do not miss you Sometimes I think about the fun we had Sometimes I think about how we always fought How you would always lie and acted as a saint too.  You must think we hate you You must think everyone do We don't call, sms or talk to you You must think you are better off gone Well, you are partially wrong I don't hate you but I don't miss you that much Life IS better without you here Things are so much simpl...

OKIE HELLO EVERYONE. So 2013 has started and this is my first post of the year! It's too late to wish people happy new year haha This year I'm gonna stop making NYResolutions. i think it's impossible for me to ever accomplish some of them and  i guess some of them are just unrealistic, or merely expectations of myself.  speaking of expectations, sometimes i don't like people to expect things out of me. like, we personally have our own expectations of ourselves. and usually we accomplish our own expectations. but then, people have greater expectations of us, a lot greater than our expectations. this is when things get warped.  Because people have expectations of us, we somehow infuse their expectations into our expectations. it's like we don't want to disappoint ourselves, nor other people. Give you an example: you expect yourself to get distinction for a subject. you work hard for it. yes u get it. u get an A2 and you're happy....