Sunday, July 31, 2011


Every inanimate thing in this world has its own purpose, its role, its meaning of existence.

One that marked itself as troublesome since its creation is Time. It leaves scars on a face, making the women scream "awww", creates all the rushes and hassles, limits your every single action in a timed condition, and IT WAITS FOR NO ONE, that's what gives it the notoriety. It's that selfish, get the drift?

Full speed ahead, everyone is so desperate to catch up, but how do you deal with the roadblock? Detour? There is no choice, either you move on or be history.

Humanity has learnt to govern the time, the so-called time management is the theory. A Well- planned daily routine is the key to high productivity. Though it requires you to be organized. That's it, reaching the top of my to-do list of the week is....."make myself organized".

First step into the journey, difficult, always.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Addicted to...

I found myself listening to songs that are catchy to me. Repeatedly abusing the replay button, I just wouldn't get bored of it. How so? 2 reasons, maybe:

(1) It's really damn catchy that stop listening to it would stop the ear orgasms altogether.
(2) Something in my mind that troubles me, it unknowingly seeks for something to keep it occupied. What can be busier than an occupied mind really?

After much consideration, reason number 2 seems to be more greatly impacting me, which pushed me to my current situation.

Heck, not being able to spell it out makes me crazy inside. Shout it out loud? Oh well, not the smartest choice until humanity loses their hearing sense. Whisper it, I don't see the point in doing so either as I need a pair of ears that enjoy listening it. I can assure you, it is as piercing sharp as the scream of a banshee.

And thus...I might as well keep silent.

Remembering it...

Living with it...

6th time re-playing the song...

Emo-ing..urgg I hate this word with a passion. Any better word to replace it?

Monday, July 18, 2011


<<< Stumbled across an inspirational photo on a friend's wall in Facebook. 6 vials are lined up side by side. Surprisingly awesome, different images of the twilight sky are manifested on the vials. The scene is rather breathtaking. I have no idea what hocus-pocus has been enchanted here to make such trick. What strikes my interest the most, however, is the message that I manage to see from the photo. The input goes through my eyes's sensory receptors, jumps vigorously along my neurons, gets molded by the central nervous system into words meaningful to me.

It tells me things appear differently when they are being seen from a different angle and perspective.

Applying this to the circumstances in life. Hate it, my life is so gray. Turn, maybe 45 degrees, there you see something dull, waiting to be colored. Turn, 90 degrees this time, I had a happy moment just now, with friends, with family, with everything. In the end, things turn out to be not so gray anymore. Heck, it may get so colorful one day that you have a hard time believing it is real.

So, why choose to linger on the sad side when the happier side is always available for discovery. Telling myself that, and also to those who have been gloomy for no reason recently.

No one will ever feel happy for you being sad, but I can assure you they will feel happy for you being happy.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Leadership That Stink

A staged event is as successful as it may seem, but one would never know the suffering of those behind the scene brings about the happiness of those in the front. Working in a group will bound to have inevitable elements of politics. Eww when talk about politics, I think about bullshit. Really, it has never had a good impression to me. Lies, manipulations of power and authority, conspiracies, all jumbled up into a pile of disgusting craps.

There is nothing worse than working under a pathetic leader. When a good leader has opinions about you, they speak it up, no hiding. We, as the subordinates, will embrace it, feeling respected. A bad leader, on the other hand, is stealthy, cunning and well-versed in back stabbing. Being back stabbed is miserable. It is almost a sudden death to those who are too fragile on the inside, or are not nimble enough to avoid the devastating ambush.

No matter how painful the wound is, supports from the ones who believe in you are always there for you to cling to. Remember.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Sharing It

Friendship is an awesome thing. Our efforts.... and the sacrifices that we made is what granting it the buoyancy. Let's talk about friends today. Welcome aboard, the ship is on its long lasting voyage!

As I am always believing, the maintenance of a relationship is a sign of your passion in getting involved or engaged with those around you. Of course, there are a handful of those who simply won't appreciate it, but that doesn't mean you have to stop altogether and holding back in improving the relationship. If condition persists, then certifies it. It is a dead relationship, no longer requiring your time and effort spent. Sadly to say, I myself have had such relationship before, but gladly to say, I have done what I was supposed to do...maybe I should say "to save the relationship."

Forgetting about the past, back to the present. I am honored to have friends that are willing to share with me their ups and downs. God must have spent a little time observing my pathetic past, and now, all the bless are pouring down on me.

Frankly speaking, I am not into the giga mega numbers of friends that one could meet, but I am more interested in the tiny miny amount of sincerity that the hearts would show. That alone far outweighs the number of friends that you may have found. Having the numbers but all rotten in the inside, you might as well multiply the numbers with a round zero.

Sharing is caring, definitely yes. Cherish every single thing that a friend shares with you. In return, never hold back in sharing your thoughts with them.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


I shall make a new entry before hitting the bed. This concludes the very first day of my evolution. Imagining a human's further evolution? Oh gosh, stop that far-fetched thought.
Evolution is my current state of mind, I am changing my attitude toward certain thing that matters to me, that is, my education. I have been wasting every single seconds granted upon me, I can't afford to continue leaving meaningless days at the back. When I look back, uncertainty springs to mind, asking myself 'What the hell have you done?" While everyone is putting effort into making their days meaningful, I am breathing free oxygen here, watching the process of how I waste yet another day.

The impact of severe procrastination has come and bit me. Burning the midnight oil for all the tests. If not for the goal that I have set earlier, I would have probably given up on adding the oil.

The goal that I set with a good friend of mine, which is to strive for an improvement in our studies.
When there is a goal, there is a meaning in me flipping the books and holding stacks of notes in the hand.


Oh wow, so I had the urge to suddenly start doing some crazy thing here. That's it, creating an otherworldly dimension for capturing the remarkable events. Let me introduce you, the guardian of this sanctuary, Jack Frost!

Snowman is cool~

This is not meant to awe everyone with nicely captured pics, edited vids whatsoever, but rather a self-motivating, self-encouraging and self-comforting corner for myself. Living through all these messes, I am seriously in need of motivations and incentives. The mess being referred here is the way of life that I see, as a student. Way of life, in the context of past, present and future. Boring craps eh? But what do you expect from someone having a dull life?

Speaking of dull life, I will make it history, forgettable one. I am now living a whole new life, start with my goal for this very moment.