and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.

AB
AiPing
Amos
Andy
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
ChinHian
Dom
De-Coder's Cafe a.k.a.Yap
Hisyam
JingSheng
LeeYang
Kee
Leonard
LiJie
MarcusChan
Matilda
Max
MelWeh
RongRong
RuiFen
Sarah
SiHui
Stewart
Sumo
Valerie
Zak

August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 May 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 February 2011 April 2011 September 2011 November 2011

designer: frozen.d}
resources: x

if only it could really happen.
well.

people need people.
and people change people.

people resist change.
and people resist people.

so what draws everything here,
and everything away?

perhaps it is not what i think it is.
perhaps it is.

so maybe i should stop wondering.
and get back.


and back to the grey world i shall go.

what was the point in the end.

in the process of thinking up of a password.
as well as pondering about other meaningless nothings.

oh well.
i guess there's nothing left to say.


Little girl in the mirror
Looking back...lost in wonder...
Will I be pretty when I'm grown
When my teddy bears and toys give way
To going to school and boys
Will I have one of my own ...

Will he be strong
Tue and faithful, right or wrong and will...
Will he take me where the grown-ups always go
Mirror, mirror tell me if you know

Young girl in the mirror
Wedding day...lost in satin
You watch you life flashing through
Will it be like a storybook rhyme
One last look and the preacher says it's time
Time to say I do...

Will he be strong
Tue and faithful, right or wrong and if...
If I have doubts, will he say it isn't so
Mirror, mirror tell me if you know

Little girl in the mirror,
Looking back…lost in wonder
She feels her mummy’s gentle touch
I know what you’re thinking girl and…
I can’t guarantee a perfect world
But I promise you this much…

Will he be strong,
True and faithful, right or wrong and if…
If he is like your daddy’s been to me
You won’t need that mirror, girl you’ll see.

oh well.
just goes to show.

that there is hope for everyone.


i guess.

major rescheduling underway.
that means i probably get more time to do.

what the world deems productive.
it doesn't matter anyway.

maybe the talk was right.
or maybe the majority is right again.

conform i must.
and conform i shall.

well.
who knows again.

sinfest for the filler.
because i can't get anything else.

i look at the world in a different perspective.
and that's all i need to know.

maybe it's time for a short change of plans.

well.
after all.

who knows.

who knows what i'm going to do now.