I want to run backwards in time. If only i could run that fast. Heard there’s thie saying that you could run backwards in time if you ran in the direction of the sunset. Or was it sunrise? No matter which it actually is, i can only say i can’t ever run so fast to turn back time.

Everything is moving too fast nowadays. The days that we’ve enjoyed, crapping and stuff have long gone. Now what remains is only the empty shell of fond memories. Fond, yet brings a hint of sadness everytime because you know that you will never relive that moment again.

Went for Nj BMT team gathering today. Ate Waraku, played pool. Same people, different feel. Everyone’s leading lives of their own now. But seriously, it still so much more comfortable with them. You know that you would be heard, and you know that you would be acknowledged. This is the feeling i haven’t had in a long long while, outside of the times i spent with my three angels and six fairies. =D

You know everytime someone asks about my ‘clique’ in my own faculty, my own major, it hurts a tiny little bit inside. My non-existent clique, or should i say, Ex-clique. i doubt i mean much to them, though they did mean quite alot to me. Friends all mean a helluva lot to me. I can’t find my place in NUS, can’t find my footing. Wading through murky waters is tiring.

And with my ma being paranoid about Influenza A, that doesn't help.

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road

I wasn’t emo-ing initially. Then after talking and talking and more talking, emo-ness set in. I saw that emo cloud over our heads luh. HAIZ.

That scene in my long-concocted imagination is slowly fading out of sight, leaving only the most minuscule of trail of hope tailing behind it. And i’m struggling to hold on. Age just pushes it further away. 8 years already. 8 years and counting. I know the worst scenario is only to have us four living in the same house for the rest of our lives and repeating the everlasting question. But i sincerely pray that this doesn’t have to come or at the worst, leave the house to me and only me. You guys hopefully can provide me with godsons and goddaughters. Wow, this is such a depressing thought can. >.<

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road

Haven’t been having meetings in the past one week. Totally at a lost about what’s going on and what we should be doing. I know we should just be getting more and more sponsors but i’ve kinda run out of ideas and stamina to contact the sponsors. Recession’s the main problem with the companies not wanting to sponsor our event. Gives me second thoughts about being in marketing cell. Maybe it would have been better if i was in log. But oh wells, at least it gives me a challenge. =D

Still can’t find tuition to give. And again it boils down to recession. Shit the recession luh.

Have got lots of pictures to upload onto FB but my internet’s is freaking slow and choppy as usual. Perhaps i should just wait till i get to school to upload them. If i ever remember.

Life’s so boring when there’s nothing to emo about anymore. Nothing to write, nothing to think about. My brain’s getting rusty as the days go past. Weird is that when one needs to study, there’s so much to emo about and occupy the mind. Now that i’m so damn free, nothing occupies the mind!!! What the hell.

I’ve got a feeling that watching Shugo Chara makes one devoid of unhappy feelings. Makes life look bright and cheery. Everyone should just watch it. Hah. Watashi no kokoro, UNLOCK!

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road