// dreamelesse.

"Did you know? I heard that diamonds don't get hurt. Tough and beautiful, it even shines. But it is strong and will never get hurt." - Doctor, 「素直になれなくて」 Emo posts are emo. This one's not, I promise! PMS is driving me nuts - now I sound schizophrenic. Wiki-surfing today and learnt about something called neurosis. It's a psychological...condition? It's not as serious as you might think, though plenty of the people in the world have it. I might, but since I'm aware of it, I should be fine. Perhaps this is the devil oppressing me. Sounds like an awfully weird confession. It's been a few days since Zheng Xuan's passing. He should be finally at real rest by now - be happy where ever you are, your friends and family are always with you. The date 1st May (1/5) has a few meanings to me, I mentioned two in a one of the posts earlier. My Strange (in a funny, not bad way, don't worry) Unnie told me about a TP design student commiting suicide on the same d

It's like there's bad things and things we fear - We call them devils. And there's us that's all on our mission, trying to fight them our own way. Alone, together. Internally, externally. If there's such a devil, there's a reason why it's there. We can try and probably win fighting it, but... It's in me, and I feel a little helpless. Like I know it's wrong and I don't want to think that way, yet the thoughts keep coming. It's a war. But a war will always have the winning side. How can I lose if I know what I need to know? Do I sound schizophrenic? I probably do. =/

Do you know the meaning of this song? It's "Smile as you bade goodbye". Yesterday was the day 1/5 of my persistent dream was fulfilled. Yesterday was also the day my ex-classmate passed away. My dream seems so irrelevant and minute compared to a loss of life, doesn't it? I can't remember when we first became classmates but what I knew of you then is a huge contrast with your current personality. As much as I want to apologise for being an ass while we were classmates in primary school, it's too late isn't it? I only wish that you know, we were all too young and stupid. All the things we did, we said, how much could we actually remember? I'm really sorry we were so immature. There's a lot going through my head but I can't say all. Even if the driver doesn't want this to happen, he's still at fault. He might actually think he's unlucky to have caused everything. but he can't change anything. Blame it on himself. My Dad suggested t