It has been more than 2 years since l last updated.
Many things have change,
I have passed my CLP, completed my chambering and gotten my PC,
People come and go,
I have lost a few friends along the way, but I learnt that the good one will never go anywhere, as long as you keep them close.
Met with bad things, learned to overcome it.
Reconciled with the good, some not so good anyway.
Travelled, trials, tasted - things, places, foods, experience.
None of which I would have exchange for anything else.
Grown older, hopefully wiser and more mature.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Friday, January 6, 2012
Europe 2011 Part 1
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Craving
I lost my phones, yes both of them last month. Got a new phone but it doesn't seem to be equipped enough to do as much as I like it to be.
Hence, now I've my eye on this one
HTC Incredible S. Wait till I've found the courage to part with my money just to bring this baby home.
Pray that I shall find my motivation.
Hence, now I've my eye on this one
Pray that I shall find my motivation.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
110811
I'm not happy.
I have to learn to be thankful
Tried to psycho myself to be happy.
But still,
negativity prevails
I have to learn to be thankful
Tried to psycho myself to be happy.
But still,
negativity prevails
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
100711





很多事情 不是谁说了就算
即使伤心 结果还是自己担
多少次失望表示着多少次期盼
事实证明 幸福很难
我们之间 不是谁说了就算
拉扯的爱 徒增结局的难堪
一百次相爱只要有一次的绚烂
下一次 会更勇敢
当冬夜渐暖 当大海也不再那么蓝
当月色的纯白变得阴暗
那只是代表快乐不再那么简单
当冬夜渐暖 当夏夜的树上不再有蝉
当回忆老去的痕迹斑斑
那只是因为悲伤从来 都不会有答案
我们之间 不是谁说了就算
拉扯的爱 徒增结局的难堪
一百次相爱只要有一次的绚烂
下一次 会更勇敢
当冬夜渐暖 当大海也不再那么蓝
当月色的纯白变得阴暗
那只是代表快乐不再那么简单
当冬夜渐暖 当夏夜的树上不再有蝉
当回忆老去的痕迹斑斑
那只是因为悲伤从来 都不会有答案
当冬夜渐暖 当青春也都烟消云散
当美丽的故事都有遗憾
那只是习惯把爱当作喜欢
重要的是 我们如何 爱过那一段
Monday, June 27, 2011
27062011
It has been a busy month, I feel like I'm constantly buzzing like a bee..
Work
Family
Life
house moving
Friends
...
Although most of the time, life seems like a constant circle
but I yearn for some stability in it.
I do not know whether it's because of the general feature of my thoughts
or was it the stress from work.
Life just suddenly do not seem so beautiful and enjoyable anymore.
Or maybe it's just the fanciness of this working life has subsided so much
it's no longer is giving me the satisfaction that I'm looking for.
I feel like I've fallen into a trap, or a limbo
Like it's going, going and gone.
And yet I'm still here, like I'm not here nor there.
I missed home terribly,
I think it's because subconsciously I don't get to do what I like here.
I do not feel like I'm being rested enough,
I cannot just tell people off that I would like this or that.
There's just so many dissatisfaction,
so many uncertainties,
so many crossroads.
Yet all I can think about,
is that all roads does not lead to Rome,
but to destruction.
Or worst still, to be continuing this.
Sometimes it feels like I'm not thinking straight,
like I'm not being myself.
I always asked "what would my oldself do?"
I'd like to have her back one day,
I'm in love with the old her, not this one.
People say version 2.0 is always better.
But this feels vulnerable, idiotic and mismanaged.
Like a damaged good.
Work
Family
Life
house moving
Friends
...
Although most of the time, life seems like a constant circle
but I yearn for some stability in it.
I do not know whether it's because of the general feature of my thoughts
or was it the stress from work.
Life just suddenly do not seem so beautiful and enjoyable anymore.
Or maybe it's just the fanciness of this working life has subsided so much
it's no longer is giving me the satisfaction that I'm looking for.
I feel like I've fallen into a trap, or a limbo
Like it's going, going and gone.
And yet I'm still here, like I'm not here nor there.
I missed home terribly,
I think it's because subconsciously I don't get to do what I like here.
I do not feel like I'm being rested enough,
I cannot just tell people off that I would like this or that.
There's just so many dissatisfaction,
so many uncertainties,
so many crossroads.
Yet all I can think about,
is that all roads does not lead to Rome,
but to destruction.
Or worst still, to be continuing this.
Sometimes it feels like I'm not thinking straight,
like I'm not being myself.
I always asked "what would my oldself do?"
I'd like to have her back one day,
I'm in love with the old her, not this one.
People say version 2.0 is always better.
But this feels vulnerable, idiotic and mismanaged.
Like a damaged good.





Thursday, May 12, 2011
12052011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
28042011
I'm heartbroken.
It's eating me slowly inside.
Don't ask, I can't talk about it.
My tears are dried up.
So am i.
It's eating me slowly inside.
Don't ask, I can't talk about it.
My tears are dried up.
So am i.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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