perhapes i should have opted out.perhapes i should have gone to take fine arts.perhapes i should not even in the first place persue a product design diploma.perhapes it was all a mistake.yeap.i:m beginning to question my ability.i:ve been lazy recently.and i mean darn lazy.is this the usual "senior" attitude that everyone feels too?perhapes.no motivation.lethargic is the word that best describe my mood.i:ve been down, low, damn low.i think i:m not gonna make it man.i feel i can:t do it.for the first time, i feel so helpless.so hopeless.i pray for too much i suppose.too much luck on my side.too much help from god that makes me so confident that i:ll never fail.but there comes a day, i:ll really realize i havent done much.i see bro:s rather determined now.he:s skipping all his favourite shows and hides in his room to do his work.such determination.such persistence.*sighs.where:s mine?where is my determination?goodness gracious.i:m such a filthy bugger.


perhapes it:s just about time i should do the same too?well, easier said then done.i:ll feel lethargic man.and restless.and dead.haiyah~




:: will you tell me what i should do . i promise to be good ::



- Dance with my father-
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocenceMy father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and thenSpin me around ‘til I fell asleepThen up the stairs he would carry meAnd I knew for sure I was lovedIf I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with himI’d play a song that would never, ever endHow I’d love, love, loveTo dance with my father againWhen I and my mother would disagreeTo get my way, I would run from her to himHe’d make me laugh just to comfort meThen finally make me do just what my mama saidLater that night when I was asleepHe left a dollar under my sheet

Never dreamed that he would be gone from meIf I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with himI’d play a song that would never, ever end‘Cause I’d love, love, loveTo dance with my father againSometimes I’d listen outside her doorAnd I’d hear how my mother cried for himI pray for her even more than meI pray for her even more than meI know I’m praying for much too muchBut could you send back the only man she lovedI know you don’t do it usuallyBut dear Lord she’s dyingTo dance with my father againEvery night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

(a sad song to start the night off wit my stuff..happen to hear it.makes me recall...brings back the past.wad a painful song..)

ade:s @ Monday, July 25, 2005