Friday, 06 June 2008

  • Question.







    So here I am.

    Having an exam in 12 hours.

    Still not studying.

    Still not working hard.

    I wonder why.

    Is it because I am just so upset of myself.

    Not being good enough.

    Or it is just because I am over satisfied.

    Being too good.

    Neither.

    I don't have the courage to unveil the truth.

    The spirit of youth.

    So called.

    What is that?

    I am not so sure.

    The metaphorical death of my soul?

    Question.



    k



Sunday, 23 March 2008

Saturday, 16 February 2008

  • Pain?








    Pain.

    The consequences of love.

    They exist because of each other.

    Everything I saw, everything I heard, everything I recalled.

    They whisper to me.

    Not to believe a single thing in this world.

    Even true love.

    They only survive in illusion and fiction.

    So I go away with desperation.

    Until the day someone proof to me there is such thing.

    So-called love.



    k



Sunday, 03 February 2008

  • Wish.








    This is the last.

    Everything will start again tomorrow.

    Nobody knows what will happen.

    I have no faith.

    No nothing to believe in except for myself.

    I won't wish for nothing.

    The only thing that I ever pray for.

    Valedictory.



    k



Friday, 01 February 2008

Thursday, 31 January 2008

  • Fear.








    Fear.

    You can't see it, you can't hear it, but you can feel it.

    Tear.

    You can see it, you can hear it, you can feel it too.

    I am scared, horrified.

    The blindness in my heart shocked me so badly.

    The last thing I can remember.

    Calm.



    k



Wednesday, 30 January 2008

  • PS?








    Recently was... To be accurate, is still addicted to Photoshop.

    Why? I don't really know.

    Maybe I am just bored.

    Maybe I am just unsatisfied with the way it is.

    Maybe I just like to play around with colors and layers?

    Maybe I am just trying to make myself feel good.

    Maybe I am just trying to avoid the reality. The true colors.

    Runaway.



    k



Sunday, 27 January 2008

  • Impression.




    Impression.

    Something that is vague and uncertain.

    It is all about your feeling, no one understand but you.

    That is why I don't normally record what actually happened.

    Because even me myself is uncertain of my feeling towards the event.

    It is just like mixing colors randomly.

    They impressed you in different ways.

    Chaotic.



    k



Saturday, 26 January 2008

  • Tradition.








    Tradition.

    Something that we should never give up.

    Even us, the young generation.

    It is simply our 'roots', where we started to grow.

    As a nation, as a family, as an individual.

    Treasure your own culture, learn to appreciate it.

    Discover the beauty hidden in our ancestor's history.

    And finally, to all my friends...

    Happy Chinese New Year.



    k



Friday, 25 January 2008

  • Shadow.




    Wherever the light appear, surely, there will be an existence of shadow.

    That is the origin of human.

    The combination of good and evil.

    They would not contain existence completely within each other's being.

    Don't ever ignore it.

    When there is an idea that opposites to your usual being flash over your mind.

    Nothing is impossible.

    Unleash.



    k