to reiterate my previous post:
Philosophical and pompous bullshit will be the conclusion of most
people who read this. And maybe along with a diagnosis of myself
having serious issues on coping with life. ermm... no comments



bound to destiny;
chained and haunted by it.

When i was younger, i was often reckoned to be a future
over-achiever. Never the prodigy or genius, but deemed to possess
an uncanny intelligence along with maturity beyond my years that
should some what lead to reasonable scholastic achivements and
the sort. But i have fallen wayward alike a couple of my peers,
while the others sped past leaving us in a forsaken twilight
haunted by regrets and 'what if's. But the blame rest on no one
else but ourselves; the absence of motivation and drive coupled
with this tingling intuition that success amongst other things
are mere illusions and a mirage of our mortal society. That's
just me though. Without a doubt, spite exists; as i gazed upon
some 'unworthy' people being admitted to top overseas universities
while i languish still on a particular sunny island. Yet thankfully,
i have managed to grow wiser and well, the rest is for a another
time. Here, I would like to apologise to those who had so much
expectations of me. And i promised, i shall make my amends.



i've been to my garden,
i've seen my peace
the past shall twine;
the now's not mine
will you believe in me?
or stash your trust beneath
only myself and i,
only myself and i.

-July 2003.

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