The fragments of thoughts sank me into a state of anesthesia, piddling my youth. Fear of thirsting after life, and inactivity, paralyzing one into dormancy. Paradoxically, I abhor vicissitude. Let live.

She is still feeding me with trickles of abhorrence. Sick.

It's only when their presences are missed, that the reminders became unknowingly bold. By then, these presences could have fade some distances away, enough for a good chase.

Preposterous

I don't know if peeps nowadays are destitude in their morals or are they afraid to lose stand. It's really absurd witnessing their undoings.

Grilled Prawns

I was kinda elated when it's done, but I guess it was a disappointment... I put much effort into doing it and of course I expected the results to be pretty desirable. It was bad. I mean, it still taste like normal prawns, but my expectations were kind of high after those pricks and energy.. yea.. you know what I mean.

Mummy was saying,'Next time, probably you can...'

'Nope, no more next time'

Coerced

Thinking about how I always manage to bump into him now, wasn't purely because of coincident. One could almost say that I warrant the slip. I was once trapped in my perfectism that I'd have been contented to fade into the background, as things drift past me. Moments come and go, and I'm still here. Life revolving around my love ones, disregarding the future. I refused to be penalised for isolation and unability to socialize, when it comes to human contact. Not until I realised the exigency, my grasp was no longer requisite. I see my position, bare. Just a few small fry that hinders operations. There're just too many gaps I've yet to fill in, and the past of me that demands perfection just stubbornly refuses to trudge on.

Instead of waxing lyrical about life, shouldn't I look in the eye and just live?

One Last Cry Piano - Improved

Illusion Walk

Urging for a walk.
Just alone.
For some thoughts to playback itself.

Where to journey? Just walk, I told myself.

I saw him at the bus stop. I paused and hesitate. He was expecting me. Throughout the course, his presence incited the surrounding to wither. I wish baby was here, then he would have walked away. Still, i was alone with him.

On impluse, I ran. Away from him. But he was too fast for me.

Home. Hope I wouldn't get to see him so soon.

Reality. So many task for completion.

E-learning Comments

Both sessions were futile and impractical. Plain wastage of time, difficile for communications to be possible. I totally understand the purpose of e-learning week, but if results are anticipated to be achieved from students, I don't think it's feasible.

I was thinking if I really got kicked out, I still do have something to look back upon.

Brian McKnight / One Last Cry

Mc Dull

Unmitigated Indulgence

As I lifted my lids to the gleam coruscating through the drape, scarcely anticipating dullness'd linger. Pacing in apathy, forgive my procrastination.

Imperceptible

Day was zilch, diurnal rhymths put me more dead than ever. Much to accomplish, measly done. Chanced upon a couple of blogs, but none conveyed sufficient urge for me to pen one.

Been on the hunt for a perennial interest that I could possibly invest on, for the years ahead, allowing space for reminiscence.

A wedding dinner. If you'd asked where I've in mind to go.

Or see a mako.

Slip of Words

Justifying my sensibility, leashing me was a kiss of commitment. Freedom was the culprit if it was shear obligations.

Yesterdays

The image says it all...

On our anniversary~