full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


introduction
confession

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


out
in

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


past
present

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

thank
request

designer: frozen.d}
resources: x


untitled
(Saturday, September 11, 2010/1:26 PM)

each day we take another step forward.
and i just hope you'll walk with me from now on.

every step of the way.


risk
(Friday, September 03, 2010/9:11 AM)

everyday we take risks.
today shall be no exception.

but one slightly braver step i shall try to take.
and who knows.

the returns may just end up far greater than i'll ever imagine.


revival
(Wednesday, September 01, 2010/11:03 AM)

through all the delusions.
i have seen.
what i can only pass off as.
what i really feel.

i will run.
and run will all my strength.
to catch you by the hand.
and yet i doubt.

i doubt myself.
they say everyone's worst enemy is himself.
and that is true.
i fear for what might happen if i would fail.

for even though my heart has hardened.
this is a feeling that seems to penetrate.
even the thickest of hearts.
what a mysterious feeling it is.

it compels me to think in circles once again.
and to revive the writing i used to do.
so, so frequently.
i thought i had abandoned it for good.

but no matter how far i think.
i know that there will be no way i can read into the future.
the only thing i can do.
is to live for the present.

live for today.
forget about imagining scenarios.
they will never turn out.
the way you imagine them to be anyway.

if you even get there in the first place.

why does my heart conflict upon itself?
inside it feels as if swords are clashing.
it feels as if i wasn't supposed to experience this in the first place.
and yet i yearn for it.

it's too late to turn back now.
so i will only put my hope and trust in myself.
i shall ask for no more help.
for the rest is up to me.

happiness can only be known from sadness.
so i will toil.
i will work my utmost best to get to you.
because i have seen and known.

that the hardest work will always pay off.

i am not desperate for it.
the only benefit my hardened heart provides.
yet it is something i desire above almost everything else.
and for happiness, i know i must suffer.

just sitting here and thinking provides me suffering.
but it is small, and it is weak.
there will be no way i shall succumb to it.
for it is not deserving at all.

and so it starts.
my quest for the feeling once lost.
the sparks have been set off, the fire ablaze.
the gears are turning, and old machinery running again.

and here's hoping.
hoping for the best.
who does not yearn for his reward.
after the effort he has put in.

so with that tiny glimmer of hope i shall trust in.

and here's hoping that it may finally end well for once.