____________['[*Moments Sharing*]']___________

28th Sep 2006, Thurs :
(monotonous life)
Noise from the alarm,
arises the living things & say gdbye to the dark.
Brand new day,
lies yet another mono start of a day...
Poor habits in life,
stays unchangable, just like the story of the leopard & its spots.
Shutting the alarm,
comes 2 heavy eyelids, looking at the time..
Living like there's no tml,
off to the wonderland once again...
Time passes sneakily,
dreaming of the things tat'll nv happened in reality...
Sounds of the awakened ppl,
broke the beauties of the dream & brought abt anxiety n disaster..
Mind against body,
Running late, yet slow in the action of preparation, as the tiredness of the body, forbids the speed....
living the hse, just like a bird live its nest,
the vision of ours, broaden..
Vision of the new generation, is different from the past..
cars n vehicles,
r just like any other humans on the street, rushing as if tml nv comes.
left me alone,
dragging my tired feet, wif only the music in my ears,
that gave me the only strength to move forward...
slow music,
pace reduces according to the flow of the music,
fast music,
paces changes accordingly...
drowning ownself into the Sound of music,
the presence of the surroundings disappeared into darkness...
From mrt, to bus,
destination arrived in an 1hr +, which seems long n distant...
late 4 lecture,
attentions of many eyes, including the lecturer,
Self consolation,
feeling is just like a famous celebrity, walking down the stairs towards my seats..
except there's no cheers or applause, but silences tat draws abt guilt n embarassment.
Fighting against tiredness, concentrating on gaining knowledge,
so as to fight against the final battle, which decides my fate.
lesson, break, lesson, lunch..
living different from a wealthy person,
to library i go.
Not to study, but to surf net, until once again,
lesson, break, lesson....
Not 4 the lecturer, who's humourous indeed,
chances of losing the Zzz monster is high indeed.
5pm, lesson ended,
time 4 rest? its not possible...
once again, on the journey to the other destination...
bus, mrt....
wif the music as the only companionship, work, here i come.
Ring, Ring, call, call
talk, talk, sigh, sigh
Trying so hard, just 4 survival
Sometimes i wonder, y am i here.
Hrs higher than the no of sales,
equals danger of being expelled.
Wat a nite of 3hrs, wif empty sales,
just like a fishermen, bringing a broken net, out to sea.
However, not to 4get a smile, tat cheers me up,
b4 i left tat terrible place, wif no benevolent heart.
Finally, set on the journey back to home,
just like the bird, returning to its nest...

Written on:
2th Oct 2006, Tues, 1.15pm

bubbles of sadness.