You know, I think I know why I'm putting off writing the application essay.
I'm not in the mood to do some soul-searching.
Not ready to delve into that part of my memories yet.

After all this time,
not yet?

It's funny how you can have all these visions of what life is going to be like, and it comes, and it's gone, and you're left exclaiming, in the fashion of an irritated Korean drama character, "YAAA!! That's not the way I planned it!"

But what are we to do?
Trudge on, trudge on,
try to cling to that spirit of a dreamer and
trudge on, trudge on,
in faith.



I parted with my paddle today though. It's something of an achievement.

The brat in me had wanted to keep it with me for all eternity. It's a part of my life that I don't want to forget. But a moment of rationality took over and I decided, it's fairer to my parents this way..the money I get, I ought to give it back to them. So I acted upon it immediately.
Cause I knew I'd regret and turn back on my decision.

It's hard. I miss the sight of it leaning against the cupboard.. A comforting black shadow that replaced the one that loomed in my mind.
(So guess what's back? Back again?)

But it's past.
And this is for the best,
right?



Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours,
still remain.

ONE LAST PAPER,
I gotta finish well.

Go me :)

Dear God, hold on to me. Do not be too far from my side.
I need Your love.

Labels: closing time, Gideon Jnr., Lyrics

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