Rollercoaster

Sometimes, it can be tiring...

Sometimes we get stucked...

Sometimes, we feel lost...

Sometimes we fall...

But one thing's for sure...




The rougher the road,
the more enjoyable the ride gets.
Wheeee
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EEEEEEEEE......!!!!

Time flies when you are having fun.

But then again, all good things must come to an end.

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Question of the week: "Do what you like or like what u do?"

Imagine if the world that we perceive is just a false image which is processed through our eyes.

Where green is actually red and everything we see is as upright is actually inverted. Interesting isn't it? But who actually knows the truth?

Can't be us.

Then again, does it really matter?

Sometimes is not what we see that is important, its what we don't.

secret message

I am a freefaller.

I'm not afraid to jump off from where i am now,

I seek thrill, excitement and meaning through motion. Be it layers of clouds or salty blue seas.

Sometimes it makes us wonder why do we jump off from our platform, where we are safe and secured.

Yet choosed to let go. let loose. go free and fall. Who knows what's beneath, what's the deal.

good or bad deal,

i can't lose.

Because i've lost it all at the moment i leap off.

Time to fall

This is a treasure chest. As impenetrable as it seems.

I can't tell you what's inside, neither can i show you.

Because its a secret.

I'm going to dump them into the ocean. So deep... so deep that even i myself can't recover.

So let it sink through the trenches and into the abyss.

As much as i want to share what's inside, but i can't.

Because its a secret.

They didn't really exist. I can't recall and i don't remember.

Its time to let go.

question of the day: " what if sunrise never comes?"

hope /hoʊp/ noun, verb, hoped, hop·ing.

–verb (used with object)
to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence.
to believe, desire, or trust.

finally....
what we can do is to hope.

Time...

Can I say that its a kind of feeling. We age through the effects of time, disintegrate and grow. Time is invisible, neither can we smell nor hear it.

Its a concept, its an attitude.

With a tick and a tock time is measured but what does it means to us?

Just a precise mathematical calculation?

What about how the length of every tick and tock of our clocks are calibrated in the abyss of our hearts, how it changes from infinity to the absolute zero?

Live every second with the length of a lifetime and

live every lifetime with the length of a second.

Can you teach me how?

Night skies
NDU has the best skies
The moon, the same cresent above the tides
Looking up high upon it, i wonder
Does it look the same back home?

Stars...

Sparkling up high in the gloomy night,

Like galaxies and city lights.

Filling up the void space we call universe,

Giving directions to the lost and clueless;

Constellations and revelation,

Prophecies and divination.

They never seem to move nor ever change,

But it is us who strives for change.

They allow us feel little once again.

We can cry and we can rave,

we can whisper our secrets.

They'll never tell.

Watching over us like eyes of a guardian,

Stars know it all.... :D

A left hander drew this.

When history goes full circle..

What is history?

Are they monotonous black and white pictures?

Or are they just retro and retired technologies that we used to embrace?

Are they the days we call today

which will be the yesterday of tomorrow?

I'll See you yesterday..

And this is what i did for the entire day,

Cool! I am immune to boredom!!!

Question of the day: " what makes you feel alive? "

In this world, people wear masks. Its a masquerade.

Some of these masks are worn for camouflage,

to blend in with the rest.

Some of these masks are worn for identification,

to identify yourself

Some of these masks are worn for occasions,

to match different environments

These masks are worn to hide so as to survive.

Despite the fact that we may be eventually be swallowed by our collection of mask.

Yet, we will be so vulnerable without it.

By then, will we even dare to take off all our mask to reveal our true self?

And to realise that it is the most beautiful thing to us.

How great it would be to be yourself and breathe.

So how many masks do you wear?

"Sometimes, it is things that u do not know

rather than things that u already know that are important."

jelieman. (1988- )

Have u ever look straight up at the sky? It feels so peaceful. Especially on a clear blue sky. I can just trust myself to relax completely and surrender all the time i have to its beauty. Clouds of all possible shapes and sizes, floating in sync with the flow of nature's breath.

It makes your legs feel weak. And slowly, it get sunny that your eyes could just peek and eventually closes. Ah.. Isn't it wonderful, life...

I'm glad i had good friends that gone all the way with me till now. You are 40% responsible for what i am today. Of course not the fowl language, not the excess gaming nor the boozing.. haha.. U get what i mean. Do you?

So i just want to say a big thank you to all of you. for making life as colourful as it can be. Like HD (high defination) man.

Like what people normally do when they thank their friends, i'm going to mention some names. But if u don't fall under the list, don't get too sad. You'll get your turn on this blog, someday..

And here goes: chun seng, kah heng, wei long, ting ting, woon chang and more..

people like ezekiel, milton, huidong, tuan quan, weizhong.

The End( my by far most personal blog entry)

These days have been great! No school, no homework, no exams, no more assembly and no more waking up at 6 for school! This is like paradise for me.

Maybe too much paradise...

I know this may sound crazy but I'm actually missing the good ol' days. The exams, the homework, the awful canteen food(no offence). Seems like I have already been adapted

fully into that kind of life.

Now that you suck the water out of the pond, what's the tadpole going to do?

Its time to move on, I can't continue living off my life in the past. Got to stop hovering in the sky with clouds between my knees, hitching on free rides on monsoon winds. Time to get down on solid ground and be rooted.

Evolve tadpole, or you will die.

Dreams

(with relevance to my previous post)

Hello people, i'm back!

This morning i stumbled upon an article on the straits times. it was about an airforce pilot who toped his training in Canada. Wow.. It was amazing. Being a pilot happend to be his childhood dream. And it so happened that i had the same dream too. That's an example of a childhood dream came true.

I dreamt of myself as a pilot too. Flying through layers of clouds, gazing upon my hometown thousands of feet above the ground. What glamour.. What honor it will be to be able to defy gravity and rise above the endless skies.

However, should i really go ahead and realise my dream? That question popped into my head out of nowhere. What if that dream of mine was only a fantasy. Am i willing to place my survival of my dream at stake in order to fufil it?

There are moments in my life which i come to this dilema. Indecisive me, i still haven't got enough courage yet to pursue my dreams and face whatever consequence which may follow. i still can't trust my direction of life to my instinct. what i really want. i don't know

Could this be a case where one have to many choices that he can't make a firm decision? This could be what they mean when they say: "when you are on the verge of death, and nothing else matters can you truely build up a resolve so firm that it overcomes all other desires."