I know the rainy days ain't over
when i think of you
I know I'm not out of this storm yet
cause I'm feeling blue
When you see in my reflection
Looking back at you
I'm just trying to say



I'm still missing you
Like the storm misses the rain
Like a warm summers day
I'll be missing you always


I'm still breathing you
Like you're here in my arms
Like you're not even gone
Will I feel like this always?
Cause I'm still missing you


i'm not depressed. ha, never, not now, not always. well, until i can stand it. just pondering over life. it's so fickle and transitional. will it be like that in the future? what is the future? i never said i wanted to grow up, did i?

remember the days... those days... a sea of blue, distant chanting (which i always seem to fall asleep at), chorus of voices raised in praise. philosophies of life poured out into our very souls. and of course, the rectangular planar of never-ending words which seem too deep for me to comprehend sometimes.


~spirit wings
you lift me up above
all earthbound things
n like a bird
my heart is flying free
i'm soaring on the song
your spirit brings
oh lord of all (oh lord of all)
you let me see (you let me see)
a vision of (a vision of)
your majesty (your majesty)

you lift me up
n carry me on your spirit wings~


i miss praying. now, i'm not even sure whether i'm praying right. sorry lord. sorry to myself. i'm losing the spiritual me. am i losing myself? what am i? i'm just but a living creation coupled with genetic material and organs meshed into a small 1.47m stature. ha. doesn't that just sum up my life.


stormy mornings. gloomy afternoons. chilled evenings. eerie nights. what does that place hold for me. besides the much needed academia, nothing. what if i find no friends. what if there is no one else like me. what if my jc life repeats itself in the future? what if i dun find mr right, or miss rights for that matter. WHAT IF I BECOME LONELY?


life has turned out to be far more than realistic, n it's barely the tip of the iceberg. just look up... it's not the 34 degrees Sun shining down upon you, cleansing the day's misery away. it's the frosty glazy clouds forever shrouded in darkness, only deepening the day's wariness. i have but only a year left. n it does not promise to be a good one.


let's just make the most out of every day we live. of everyday I live. of everyday with renewed hope and splendour. and face up to what the future holds for me.


Exams, here i come. England awaits. so does my parents.
SO DO I...