








4:48AM
Lately, my biological clock has been screwed up. My revision has been going bad too. I cannot make sense of what I am doing at 21. I read somewhere that if your blog is full of sadness and misfortune incidents and bitter stuff, you might regret one day. It is because you will look back and only find unhappiness. I was pondering about that and I can't seemed to think of any happy things that I would like to document down. The above photos are pretty happy looking. I'm sorry if they look so photoshopped cause I used photowonder! (:
What's this insomnia? Really can't seemed to fall asleep. There's a lot of things lately in my mind. I'm glad and not, both at the same time. Blessed & cursed. Have been pondering about self-worth, life, existence, meaning, light & all. Sometimes, I really wished I don't think that much... Maybe life would be easy on me. Maybe, I would learn to take my setbacks lightly. At times, I wonder why things happen. They happen for a reason, but what? I wished the night would last longer so they would give me more time to think. When the dawn breaks, it feels like a new day and everyone starts moving, doing their own thing. I prefer the night when I'm awake, and everyone else is asleep. It feels like the only time where I can be alone, catching up with my own thoughts, my own pace, my own world.
The stillness of a night. The world is calmer, quieter. I feel so calm & secure. Peace becomes eternal. It's the same kind of feeling you get when you watch someone sleeps. Even when your enemy or someone you hate fall asleep... Everything else fall into place. During the night, I find my trouble dissolve like snow into water. It disappears like it never happened. Time become still. You have a moment to react. How amazing that each moment... something happens around this world. A new life is born, an old soul departs. Life doesn't seemed to end. What would happen to me? Like an drama unfolds... I honestly find my life mundane. I don't know if I belonged here on earth or if my existence brings a difference to someone's life. You? You? You? I can't make out my own life. Neither smart nor talented, pretty nor gorgeous, my heart isn't that beautiful. Am I trying to fit into this world? I'm nothing but a small little speck of dust, like the midst in the rain, as insignificant as an ant? Am I worthy enough to be living here? Am I contributing to the society? It's weird, but sometimes I feel like people dislike me. Probably. My entire life seemed to be trying to please people, but not myself. It's tiring. People never seemed to be happy. When will I learn to be content? Everyone is struggling hard enough... why won't they make others life better?
















