in midst of a rainy afternoon, waiting for time to pass to start my NIGHT SHIFT @ jurong island... it suddenly strike me hard...


what do i really want for my future...

never once did i actually planned for the future, its so far all impromptu... frm events, projects, and even outings... organized is a word that never appeared in my dictionary...

there is always never lacking passion tat could push me through what i am doing... however reality never seem to stand by me... actions that is ruled by heart instead of mind, growing up is never proportional to time for me...


ever changing frenz is sad, yet with a few close frenz beside never fails to light up my day... slowly getting used to be used by ppl, is it what the world is about? using "resources?" each have in their hands...


does the problem lies within me? or the world...

blaming on horoscope seem to be an escape from the stubbornness of unwilling to admit mistake... how can i ever grow up? does being mean really equivalent to be matured? does kindness and giving trust to others considered as an exclusive privilege for children?


sometimes... i rather nt admit i am matured... coz it juz simply reflects on how childish i am... maybe i am...