Happy New Year

Counting down to another new year.

6 -goodbye teenage dreams-
- longing for a change-
4 - planning on a blank new year resolution list-
3 - wishing for a fantasy to come true-
2 - looking forward to a miracle-

Waltzing into another year.

Happy New Year.


Zoom Out

Life isn't just about yesterday. You can regret for as long as you want to, or dwell upon a wonderful memory for eternity. But life just moves on.

Life isn't just about tomorrow. You can dread for another day's job, or you can hope high and dream about tomorrow. But it will soon become history.

Life isn't just about now. You can try very hard to stop time from moving away from this second, or you can close your eyes and let time slips through your finger tips. But time is never a thing we have control over.

We are always zooming into things that happened, is happening, or will happen. We are always focusing too much on a single event. Once in awhile, we need to zoom out too.

Once in awhile, we need to try to grasp the whole picture instead of the detail.


It's always easy to wish for something.
It's always easy to hope for some miracle.
It's always easy to think of someone.

But it's always hard when you have to WAIT for it to come true. Even though you linger on that dissapointment, even though you hold on. Nothing's going to happen. Do you know:

"How much of human life is waste on waiting."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-

Do you know how many other chances you forgo just to wait for this dream that is so hard to come true; or to wait for a flower that will never bloom?

We just have to learn to let go. Like everyone else said.

If you've chosen to wait upon something that stays idle, change your choice. Before it changes you.


Overstuffed bag

I am incredibly clumsy. A bit lost at time, a bit cunning when I have to. Most of all, emotionally unstable at all time. Not to say I am a ticking bomb but I do keep quite a good deal of stuff to myself.

And what happen when you overstuff your bag? It BURSTS.
And what do you do?

You either mend them back, or throw it away.
But I do not know how to mend a heart, neither can I throw it away. So?



For Granted

What do you want? What are you chasing after? What are you leaving behind in order to search for something else?

I am thinking, sometimes I might have been taking some things in my life for granted.

I have always been complaining. And I would most likely continue to (I'll try to control it for a bit but I think you understand, it is easier said than done), since:
"most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted".
~ Aldous Huxley~

But when I look back to my own past, I've realised that those things were not at all bad. It just hadn't been the way I wanted them to be. It just hadn't been the way it used to be.

It is really not that bad.



Welcome and have a seat.
The look on your face is like a lost kid.
Come in, and we will have a talk about dreams.
Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?

Growing up

"When I grow up I want to be a little boy."

- Joseph Heller -

When I was a kid, a little bit spoiled and sometimes shy, I wanted to grow up. I wanted to be able to have my say and that ADULTS listen to me. Though I wasn't even sure what I was trying to express with those childish and senseless words.

When I was a bit older, rebellious and all, I wanted to be able to make my own decisions and be responsible for the consequences. Though I did not even realise what I was bounded to face when trouble arises, and that the one that is going to bear the full responsible for my actions is going to be an ADULT.

Now that I've grown. There's all the chance for me to talk. There's all the opportunities waiting for me to decide and lay my foot upon. But I just want to go back to being a kid. Because

"Trying to grow up is hurting...... You make mistakes. You try to learn from them, and when you don't, it hurts even more."

- Aretha Franklin -



There is always a kind of people. They are, always, the centre of attraction; the most shining planet in the universe. You can't ignore their outstanding features, you just can't stop yourself from fixing your gaze on that bright star smiling at you on the stage.

There is another group of people. They are, always, silent; keeping the stage light on in the shadow. You wouldn't notice them, unless you need them to draw in the curtain or switch on the special effects.

Both kinds are important.

You can't have a stage helper without the players; neither can you have the players but leave out the helpers.

They are compliment of each other. Filling in each others' gap.

You can only see the players' well-done performances. But you must not forget,
Behind scene works are just as vital.

Silent, does not mean that they do not stand out;
It means that they are willing to help others to do so.



I just looked back at some old mails.

There was one about gratitude. A very interesting one. One of them goes like this:
'I'm thankful for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means I'm alive.'

So true. But I thought of something else.
'I'm thankful that I shut the alarm, because it means that for the first time in my life I'm going to taste what it's going to be like for entering class late.'

It's awful. But it makes me realise that I had a wonderful tutor.

And you think I'm gonna wake up on time the following week.

I did not.
'But I'm still thankful.'

Because they say, everything is fated, arranged by Him above. So,
I'm thankful because it means I know how to appreciate before I loses something precious.


Love. Asset

I am quoting this from my Accounting lecturer, well with some edition:

We were having a lecture on assets and liabilities. And our lecturer asked, according to him (which I later agree), a very interesting question:
"Is your parents' love an asset to you?"

Well, being viewed in the 'accounting' way, an asset has to fulfill a few criteria.
(i) It should possess some kind of future benefit. FINANCIAL benefits, that is.
(ii) You should have control over it.
(iii) It's a result of past transaction.

I guess if my love sit in perfectly as an asset, I might as well exchange it with a house.

I guess if love has a price tag, what's the depreciation cost?
What is the carrying amount, if in the end, this love is to be sold?

So, the question is:
"Is love a kind of asset to you?"

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