if you are there God, i want to believe.
fragile faith

falling for nothing

everything bled off this page into the stupid internal web error pit of a system!! now i gotta retype the sodden bloddy thing. in a dreary depressed mood today. took a walk home instead of the restrictive stifling shuttle bus. walks help to drain the turmoil in my head into the movement of my feet, and somehow, leave the chaos-caked tracks etched into my once-was footprint, trailing behind.
if you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.
i'm falling on my knees, offering all my needs. Jesus You're all this heart is living for.
crumble. this will all fall down, like everything else that was, this too will pass. like all of the things you said, you cant take back.

now i'm the fool in town.

"When you have come to the edge Of all light that you know And are about to drop off into the darkness Of the unknown, Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly" patrick overton

"Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light, I have loved the stars too fondly To be fearful of the night" sarah williams

nothing counts toward anything.

if you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.
i'm standing for too many things with too little time. polygamy is one wife too many. monogamy is the same.-oscar wilde. Art is a lie that makes us realise the truth; at least the truth that we are given to believe.- Pablo Picasso.
i'm falling on my knees, offering all my needs. Jesus you're all this heart is living for.

crumble this will all fall down, like everything else that was, this too will pass. like all of the things you said, you cant take back.

in this dreary and depressed mood today, took a walk home instead of the stupid shuttle bus. walks help to drain off the turmoil in my head into the movement of my feet and somehow, leave the chaos-caked tracks trailing behind my footsteps on the mortar road.

promos

the end has come!! but because it has been looked forward to so much so long, this dilute end seems almost anti-climatic. part of me wants to jump around in glee and relief, and the other part of me just stays down on the ground in case i fall too hard when the relief proves false. [results next week]
oh i am such a pessimistic soul. nah. i shall celebrate.

compensate him.

Compensation.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.
And why when mirth unseals all tongues
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.

weekend. caught between the pre of fear and the post of dread, in sleepless uncertainty.
the ballerina tripped and
fell in
a ballooning
train,
over
pointed crushed toes.

mute but not dumb?

rustic joints

tmr is the math paper. the last paper for this week. presently it feels like hell. gotta do with stupid banners that i have to edit. like stupid shirt designs on stupid paint. (the only graphic editing prog my kok computer operates on) argh. computers are an evil influence. exams are the plot of the evil one. wickedly coy. im sputtering rubbish already.
took a walk around school with jingo ytd. its surprisingly homey. just thinking about how the places around school have a distinct flavour. that just spells us. as in the school. instead of the publicly owned grossly populous junction 8 that will sustain us next year. funny to want to stay for a grimy but much loved ghim moh, for the funny ratty corners in school (we discovered a million discarded chairs, sofas and tables at numerous odd spots in school, during our trail) , for the bamboo garden and the canteen which is washed every wednesday, for the stinky ts with the droning aircons and rusting rotting walls.

and if our always is all that we gave, and we someday take that away, i'll be alright.