i re-learnt a truth by speaking it to a friend.

the sure thing to happen whenever approaching an issue/problem/matter, would be an initial stage of awkwardness.

if you don't accept that within yourself, and therefore not prepare yourself for it, when it starts to feel awkward, it impedes moving on into handling the matter as appropriate. 

therefore, i'm going to log it down in my mind that every new experience, every quarrel, and every problem is going to make me feel uneasy, but it ain't going to stop me. 

it sure feels queasy though. *shrugs*

sure, the hand holding to join dots that form letters was an interesting experience.

yes i do agree the whole affair does slow things down, let's you watch the ants crawl, or squirrels climb trees. it allows you to realise once again that the birds do chirp, and the insects do make funny noises.

the sound of pattering feet when the keys jingle in the door.

the solving of a great mystery by trying all that used to work only to realise that this unique sound is for that particular want, i bet it's an achievement in itself.

good to have, not a must have. 

i'm not ready to think whether it's what i want.

the time isn't now.

do you have a reason for that tingling feeling one tends to have after watching a romance comedy that Hollywood somehow manages to make you believe that a "happy ever after ending" is possible in a short span of 120mins?

i've come to believe the time isn't now.

we need to talk. yes. now.

I FOUND IT!!!!!!!!

Pilot fountain pen! they stopped production for the original model, but now they come in petite sizes, and refills! woooo hoooo!! hahahahaha

i'm re-starting to write, think, and read more. 

if you ever find my book, do not read it. i'm serious. you wouldn't understand it unless you were a worm in my head. hahahaha

"When will you be home?" she asks
as we watch the planes take off
We both know we have no clear answer to where my dreams may lead
She's watched me as i crawled and stumbled
As a child, she was my world
And now to let me go, I know she bleeds
and yet she says to me

You can fly so high
Keep your gaze upon the sky
I'll be praying every step along the way
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away

Autumn leaves fell into spring time and
SIlver-painted hair
Daddy called one evening saying
"We need you. Please come back"
When I saw her laying in her bed
Fragile as a child
Pale just like an angel taking flight
I held her as I cried

You can fly so high
Keep your gaze upon the sky
I'll be prayin every step along the way
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away
ohh...
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away 

till i read the lyrics word for word, i didn't know she sang of mama. 

mama.. one of the first few syllabi an infant learns to annunciate.

to hold back one you love, 

would be to stab yourself repeatedly.

that's what i feel.

what do you think?

lie to anyone, but yourself.

if you can live with that, let me know, i would like to talk to you.

i'm done with this.

You can have it all.

cause enough's enough.

freedom and responsibility.

boundaries and property lines.

soul.

honesty is a bedrock.

man.. how do these people write such amazing things?

*someone turns on the light*

ahhh... no wonder.

"This is the verdict: light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instaead of light because their deeds were evil. everone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light, for fear that his deeds will be exposed. but whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has beeen done through God" John 3:19-21

a merchant;

unsure of the terms of trade.

"so i'll trade THIS....

for THAT...deal?"

sure. 

in dreamland.

when you see a beautiful painting, 

you tend to ask,

"who painted this?"

do you seek to know This painter?

Romans 6:1-3

What shall we say then? 

Are we to continue in sin that grace may abound? 

By no means! 

How can we do died to sin still live in it? 

Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptised into his death?

houston we have take'off..

let's just hope the flight plan gets trasmitted.
i'm pretty sure it's been completed for one thing.

it's all over.
yes all the projects.
and i'm suppose to start revision.
procastination.

i just realise how i wouldn't be a surprise-case patient in a psychiatrist office.

my friends think i'm weird.
i ain't too worried about that, cause i know they're my friends.

should i proceed with the plan?
wait a minute, i ain't so sure i have a plan.
does planning to have a plan qualify as being part of the plan?

HE201
HE206
MB103 Journal Critique
MB 103 Journal Critique Presentation
MB103 Marketing Plan
MB103 Marketing Plan Presentation
HA201
HW111 Presentation

3 down, 5 to go.
yes i should be grateful.
i'm sick.

work was created out of rest.

rest is taken that the greater distance may be covered.


two simple sayings i've heard many times, maybe even believed in either at one point. however that all seems inconsequential at this point.

emotions which are intangible are rocking the tangible boat.
the unimportant superceed the supposed significant.
once noble and fanfare-like, now lies in shabbles and rotting death.

can someone bring me to the green plains of scotland that never end? and would you sit there with me to feel the breeze sweep past our faces? to remember that in the silence between us, and the sound of the rustling grass, that all that beauty was created for Him?

i'm leaving it in Your hands really.
what comes comes,
what goes goes.
because it comes when You give,
and it goes when You take.

i know there are cracks in between which i do play a part,
nudge me when it's my turn k?

on the other hand,
for the rest of you,
i'm lost for words.
wait a minute,
i'm not lost,
i feel it ain't right to say anything.

just don't subject the rest of us to this abuse.
if it's between the two of you,
sort out the mess.
it'll take some serious swallowing,
some serious humiliation,
but suck it up and get it over and done with.

tsk tsk..
and who ever said adult-babies don't exist?

all this is turning me into a cynical nuthead.
and yes it's a choice i'm making,
bite me,
love me,
or just leave me alone.

you..
tell me when you think it's right what i did, if you ever do come to think of it that way.
if you don't, i won't pursue the matter, i really won't.

the missing comprehension is what's making you feel the emotions you pulsate through the hammering of the black and whites, but honestly, i'm not getting the beating. if it's the hard way that's going to get you to walk off, to prove yourself, i'll have it that way, because it's good for you.

in all the disbelief you might probably muster up to the point where i seek forgiveness, know this.
i love you.

pinkies..

haha..
they bring back memories,
but they're totally not connected if you get what i mean.
they mess me up again..
they really do.
i can't say i'll stand strong,
but i do know within myself i'll try, i really will..

if only i could fly away to my ideal world..
if it was there for the taking..
would i dare take that first step towards that ideal?