Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Tossed like a stone.
















A quick get up from bed, awoken to new day which makes me wonder at times if it's a positive thing, though I sort to acknowledge how valuble life is. Third last day of school, last lesson of Enterprise. Pretty interesting one it turned out to be, "Work to live - Live to work." Priority and Balance. My team created a game for this problem statement, pretty cool and agreed by my Facilitator and my fellow other classmates. School ended no earlier than the past few days, however it was alright. Was to meet my bud for dinner and a catch up before I leave for Perth come Friday. My apology, as my tiredness over ruled and as my bed seem to have swallowed me in and spat me out in time in order to get my relfection jorunal done. Team mates - Yann, Shy and Azura.

1 comment:

sarahmarie said...

fella! you're leaving for Perth on friday hahaha i didn't know! :O whoops lol. hope your week's goin good, see you soon or smthing yea?

TAKECARE! :D


"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.