WHAT'S LIFE?

Misery

senseless

messed


fucked up


trapped


emptiness

cold



THAT's my life...

My angel...

From the darkness and grey place, from the burden that was weighing his heart down, it has been finally lifted away.


The light shone right through his blindness, allowing him to see once again. A hand outstretched, pulled him out of misery...


He feels lighter again, something that he thought he would not have felt in days to come. His angel has rescued him from his misery... but how long would he be out of that grey place, only time will tell...


For now, the angel of his is someone close to his heart, someone who will always always be there come what may...


My angel, my dearest mother... I guess his is the same too...

His life...

How do you describe a grey paint on black sheet? Artistic, not really. Dull? Boring? Dead? Well that's his life now...


Walking along the bustling street became so dead. It seems that he has lost of his senses of what a busy, teenage fun life is. Living on suddenly became so meaningless.


The past few days became a turning point for his llife again. He has jumped into the zone of grey walls, trapped and nothing within. From a hopeful and bright world to a world where every colour has faded away. Even the source of light sealed itself, leaving no room for what it is called "life".


Do I even make sense here? Will anyone understand what he is going through?


I doubt so....

My Anthem...

Avril Lavigne - "He Wasn't"


There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.


He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.


This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.


He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.


Na na na na na, we've all got choices.
Na na na na, we've all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.


Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.


Na na na na na.

does history really repeats itself?

Back from a day of school and tuition, slow moving water can turn into a raging sea with just a piece of news.

Upon hearing that my grandmother has been admitted to the hospital, bad memories started to cloud my mind again...

I really hope nothing will happen to her, I'm not prepared for it anytime soon...

returned....

I'M BACK TO RULE......BEWARE

Our Dearest Pope...

In memory of Pope John Paul (II) (1920-2005).


A Father to me, he will always be remembered and stays within my heart always...

Rejoyce rejoyce!!

Happy April Fool's day...

I have successfully crossed over the hurdle, even though there are wounds and cuts all over me, a big load has been taken off my shoulder and I feel "lighter" again...

Being April Fool's day, I would say the day has gone by peacefully and one joyful news is... I'm gonna be a God-ma! My wonderful god daughther has popped out to celebrate April Fool's day with the whole family. It definately made my day, throwing the thought of my horrible paper that I took today.

If only my Grandpa was still around, he would have been a Great Grandfather. really missed that toothless smile of his...

As this day passes, the road continues, but will it be dull and boring or dangerous?... I will just leave it up to HIM...