Riding Through it All ...

I am so restless, not because I have nothing to do, though. Actually there are so many school tasks that are to be completed. But I am not in the mood at all. Sitting here, so many thoughts start emerging in abundance out of nowhere. And one of the silliest is the question about how many people would cry over my dead body if, say, suddenly I dropped dead or sth like that. Would there be many people bursting into tears wishing more than anything to have me back alive? Would my death make any difference in their life? Would some even want to follow suit? Would this grievance last long? Just something interesting to consider!

It is another boring and lonely day! Getting bored at home, but also getting bored going out alone. My world is so closing in upon me now! Thanks to the home internet, at least, there is something i could do to keep myself preoccupied... There is a birthday party this evening, though. It's the usual drinking routine i will have with my cousins...well it will be fun, m sure...though it is not happiness, it is definitely a pleasure...

Things seem to come crushing down all in a flash, all at once. As a result I kind of feel that the slowly revolving world of mine is now spinning, and I kind of feel a little dreamy at the same time. Well, so far I have been soooo surprised three times this month, and each time it sets my mind reeling in a way it never does before. After all, life is indeed a hallway full of surprises in store for us.

Just imagine being able to control your emotions at will! Awesome! Instead of having certain feelings you should not be having, you could choose to feel the way you want to. Then there would be no more emotional and psychological conflict between what you are feeling and what you should be feeling. There are certain feelings which should never emerge at all. And these feelings persist sometimes despite the self-awakening calls from within that shout silently so that you would not be having those feelings, but to no avail. Just like how robots could be mal-programmed, human beings could have been too, no thanks to whoever created the very first human on the planet. In a way being robot-like is good. These robots function at a command. All it takes is just a light push on the button somewhere found on the robot and it just stops dead. No more lingering feelings. No more persisting emtional conflict within. How I wish I could have this kind of control over emotions too!

I have met a lot of people, but so far only a few have those eyes, the watery eyes which literally sparkle, the pair of eyes from which you never wanna take your gaze away! It is a great feeling to be LOST in someone's eyes:-)

It has been a long long time since I last wrote anything about love. But now that i feel overwhelmed I need to get it off my chest. I have been through pain and joy, some excruciating indeed, and some sweeping you off your feet. It is also true that I have built a foundation about love theory so firmly established through my own personal experience and through other people's experiences. And each time the topic of love is in the air, I never fail to take an unswerving stance upon that foundation before I make any judgements or give romantic advice. According to many, love is blind. Others say love means sacrifice, while the most daring of all claim that love is madness. At this point, I realize that people tend to paint either a very grim or a very rosy picture of love as a result of the experiences they have undergone, the experiences that shape and mold and, sometimes cloud, their judgements related to love. However, there has always been this nagging doubt inside my head about ...

It has been raining all day long. Though it is quite soggy to walk in the rain and though I am nothing but inapt to do so, no thanks to my frail physical health at the moment, I have to admit that I do enjoy everything about the rain. And I have so many memories with the rain, both bitter and sweet. I remember one evening long long time ago when the rain was coming down in torrential downpours. The sky was a long stretch of dark clouds. The rain had been raining so heavily that my teacher of English was nowhere in sight. Despite how much I really wanted more than anything to go back home, I had no choice but to wait for my elder brother to pick me up as he had always did. It was before long that I could discern my brother in yellow plastic raincoat from the distance, wading through the slightly-flooded school playground towards my class. Without further ado, I frantically packed my things and squeezed them into my tiny little backpack. "Let's go! Here is another raincoat!...