Oh, he's attached? Well, at least he's not gay..

As cute as a puppy. A bit pretty like my favourite Korean pretty boy. It explains everything.

Too bad there's no connection at all between us. Oh wells, settling for being an eye-candy isn't that bad too. =)

There's a new infatuation. And it brought along a strange dream.

And there are a lot of stresses. And it brought along anxiety.

If only we can runaway to Lala-Land forever. OK, maybe not. But long enough to evade the problem.

What would you do when the road in front is block by so many obstacles and yet your goal is just so near? Would you ram head first into the obstacles and brave through it or would you make a U-turn and try to find another exit out?

I am still merely sitting in front of the obstacles and pondering, not making any progress.

A tortured soul...

너무 힘들어 요...

It makes me wonders every night. I don't even know anything anymore. It's a blank blank mind in there.

Dear Abandoned-Blog,

I'm in pain. And it's self-inflicted. I need to stop this. But I do not know how, as hard as I try.

Yours sincerely,
Your writer

out of control. is scares. help..

It's tiring and it's frustrating. The difference between ideal and reality.

Everything's blurring into a mash of marred grey. I can't see clearly anymore.

My eyes hurt. My ears hurt. My throat hurts.

I don't know where I am now. Except that I know clearly where I really am.

See? That's the confusion I'm talking about.

It's ironic how my voice doesn't blend in with others when we sing together. The me who received vocal trainings for years in choir singing.

My lappie decided to work again and I'm thankful for that. But I'm still very behind in my works. Will slog out overnight tonight to finish everything. Felt incredibly sorry to my groupmates. It just isn't fair for them who work so hard over the holidays and hand up their parts on time while I've only handed in a crappy draft so far.

It feels like deja vu all over again.

Don't wake me up....