Aren't we all just floating like planks in a big big ocean?
It's a big bad world out there.

How do you explain what you don't understand? How do you express what you don't know you are feeling? How do you communicate?

I wished i could read minds.

Happy 47th birthday, Singapore. You may love the country and not the people, not the government. But just how does a country survive without its people and a government?

I don't say what i don't mean. And when i do, i don't explain. Think whatever you want, i don't wish to care anymore.

Because at the end of the day, even if it hurts, you wait for the moment when it stops, when it doesnt matter anymore.

Everything has the capability to hurt, because to really appreciate life, heart is the one used to feel, to communicate and to give. Pity that what's fragile not the heart but the people. The heart still beats.

What's worse? A crushed soul or a broken heart?

I miss my sea. I need some water time, or bury myself in books.