when her dad sang for her, i felt tears welling up.

will you do that for me if you were still around?

I'm not afraid of dying alone, I'm afraid of dying without you.
I may not know who you are yet, I may have already met you, I may have already lost you

- Stephen Gomez

trying to enter your world.

but it seems like a vain attempt.

i could only take the position of an onlooker.

and watch you from afar.

mesmerized.

if i were to die now, will anyone rem me?

if yes, wad will you rem me as?

if yes, will you think abt me at least once everyday?

if only one could know before one withers and dies.

what a cheery picture for a negative post.

yes i know it's 2nd jan, but i can't help it.

i've been playing a certain stage from last year till now and yet, i just never seem to pass it.

i started to doubt my self-worth.

ok ok. it may seem very crazy. it's just a game right? and playing games is all about making one feel happy and yada yada yada...

but i'm weird. so here goes.

i started to think what i'm good at. apart from dance. and i'm not even that good.

i realised i can't find any other answers.

maybe good at messing up? good at failing?

oh yar. i'm quite good at that. indeed.

what else?

smtg else.

i don't like the idea of quitting. so even though i've tried a million times and failed a million times, i won't give up. i will attempt it the same method for a few times and if it fails, i'll try other methods. but i won't give up.

i'm good at being stubborn eh?