Time

If there's on question which I'd very much like to ask, it would be this. Whatever happened to all the time in the world? 24 hours seem like 24 minutes. And believe it or not, I'm still living in early January!
I have a calculus test tomorrow while history and econs next week. I don't even know where to start. Finals is in 10 weeks time, and it is already week 6 of the 15 week semester. I'm still finding it hard to believe that 6 weeks had come and gone without even bothering to knock or say goodbye. But I guess that is time. Preposterously rude.

Cleavered Roads

To the athlete, being made to walk for miles on end over a bed of cleavers with nothing more then a pair of silken shoes is not how the journey would have been best experienced. But to the trainer, the benefits of hindsight has educated and made him understand that hardened athletes make better sportsmen. All within the reason that, having inhibited the ability to withstand any kind of challenge, regardless of magnitude, will help in the pursuit for success.

Well, at least thats what my mind tends to tell me. Of course, I've had alot of debates with myself on the issue. But then again, I guess that seeking professional help on this matter will always be the better if not wiser choice. The sooner the better.

Panic! At The Subang Parade

As most of you would have already known, most probably via sources of mass media, or perhaps through a certain level of personal account, an audacious and fatal robbery was staged by a 3 strong brigand , in which 3 were killed. Two security guards, whom I have seen so frequently, and one of those bastards lost their lives.
I don't exactly know what transpired on that night, but all I can say is, it was an absolute carnage.
As fate would have it, children lost their fathers, wives; their husbands, parents; their sons and friends lost a friend on that day. Innocent bystanders were injured and as I have just recently learnt, Christina, a good friend of mine,'s best friend was hit by bullet shrapnel in her shoulder. Eventhough I most probably don't know her in anyway, but I sure do hope that she has a speedy recovery.
Anyhow, I would love to speak more, but the hour of the day just does not permit me to do so. I have college tomorrow, and Kallistar wishes to see me at 7.40 tomorrow morning and I sure don't want to be late.

Exhausted

Alright, I've finally found some breathing space. It's been really hectic today, especially since calculus test is next week. So, I've been studying since 9.30 this morning. A time where most of you would be ensconed in your beds. Sound asleep. And because of it, I think I'm falling sick. My throat feels really dry and even downing a cup of water, the elixir of life, seems to hurt. Sometimes, I really scare myself with the way I push myself to do things I'd never do under normal circumstances. I feel like writing more, but I can't. The words just doesn't seem to flow as smoothly as it normally does. I'm already having to think of what to write. Perhaps its a sign for me to end the day here.

Busy

No time to blog right now. Super busy. Try to do it tonight. Studying whole day, since morning. Doing physics report now. Going out soon. Tonnes of work left to do. Got test next week. Valentines gig coming up. Haven't practiced yet. I'm going insane. I wish I had more time. No, I did not procrastinate or put of anything for tomorrow. This is just how college life is. bye

Eyes

Somehow, I failed to look into your eyes, when you were looking into mine. I was too afraid. Too afraid to see what I might see looking back at me. I feared something that did not exist. And because of that, I failed to understand all that was happening around me. I still regret my actions. I blew my chance. And now, I face a mountain so high, I dare not climb it anymore. But somehow, I hear you calling my name from atop those mountains. Are those voices real, or are they just an illusion created by a pair of ears to please what the heart and mind longs to hear?
But when the time comes, my eyes shall meet yours. And perhaps then, will these unanswered questions caese to exist like they always did.

Life Wasted

I still wonder, what am I doing here, when I'm filled with hunger, when my guitar strings need changing and when there are still more things to be accomplished in a period of time so short that I wonder if I will ever, ever get them done? I wonder whats so fascinating about this world that I am currently living in? A world know to man as cyberspace. As prosaic as it may seem, do I really prefer this over the others? I can easily answer this question with a no. But, if so, why am I here?
I guess I'd better leave this world before it consumes me, and aggravates the harm that it has already done me. I better leave this world, before it wastes my life away as it did many. Perhaps, all this really was and still is a bane to me. But then again, hadn't it been for this, I would not have witnessed and experienced many things. But, are this all really worth my life; my time; my success? All, I know is, when I finally stop for a hindsight, I do not wish to be shocked by the amount of life that I had wasted sitting here and doing nothing worthy of mention. For a life wasted for a moment, is wasted life