GodTunes

Beneath the facade of my callous demeanor, I’m seething with rage. I cannot remain apathetic to what has been seen or heard. It pains me to not play a part in alleviating their afflictions. Yet when it comes to standing up for what I think is right, I fumble. Standing by my conviction is one thing, but standing up is a whole new different story.

I’m happy status quo. What if by doing what I think is right, I get myself involved in unnecessary troubles? After all, what I think is right is subjective and unbounded by society’s morals. Maybe a handful are going to agree, but the majority are probably not going to be – Who am I to dictate morality? I am not keen to deal with the post effects, and I have qualms about being strong enough to handle the social trauma that may take place thereafter.

I wonder if it’s the cowardice in me feigning tactfulness or I am simply waiting for the right time and the right opportunity. Then again, the “when”, “where” and “how” bewilders me.

Till the epiphany, I will be tactful – not just in the way I approach matters, but to plug in to God’s tape and to tune out the rest.

About: Blank

I see I have strayed away from inscribing my thoughts and emotions on this journal as a form of therapeutic activity. My sentimental alter ego has been exterminated due to various reasons – For one, I cannot find the time to establish my thoughts or translate them into words, and the second would presumably be fear because of the recent unpleasant happenings. As a result of not knowing who my audiences are, I have withdrawn from relating my innermost.

The two weeks break were barely enough for us to grasp a decent amount of air before a more vicious cycle of project deadlines returned to haunt us again. From a perspective of someone who had gone through two years of JC education, I suppose I am credible enough to say that poly students are not having it any easier (at least it is so for MCM).

Despite the late nights and numerous amounts of project deadlines that you have to put up with, I have to assert that it is real rewarding to be doing what you are passionate about.

Have you ever ran across an open field, tried to get your kite up in the air, turned your heads to watch it soar, got your kite flying high in the sky, stopped by to catch a few glances of it soaring, got mesmerized and dazzled, and the minute you fixate your eyes off that kite, the string snaps, your kite plunges all the way down, or it disappears into thin air?

I am not sure if I am making any sense or balance here but I guess I have learnt that in the pursuit of my passion, I must not lose myself. Being crowned the champion in a marathon is indeed a prestige, but it is the process that makes a man, not the trophy. It doesn’t matter whether or not you are the first. Just be steady. To me, what matters are the intangibles. I’d rather lose the title and pace myself in a race but gain for myself invaluable experiences than dash past the finish line, gain the title but miss out on these opportunities.

It feels good to be able to relish in writing again. I am hoping that my second self would stop hiding in obscure corners, and make a prominent comeback!

Gadgets > Diamonds

Assuming I have everything listed here, these are the 4 items I’ll pack in my bag if I ever need to be on the run.

& their respective batteries and chargers.

Oh! Maybe I should consider bringing a jacket too – to hide Dorothy, hehe.

How can I get hold of item #1, #2 and #3? Buy, steal, rob or wait for Santa to send it to me this Christmas? Wait a minute. I have no chimney.

Crackles Cracker

I swear by my toe nails that this is the epitome of amusement!

Postsecrets.com

I doubt you have been to the other side of the world.