Just like the cosmic cycle, the conservation of energy and several chinese philosophies; there are many many cyclic laws in place in this world, and in the ethereal realms of life.


It seems that when one finds peace, the butterfly effect creates a backlash elsewhere and a sand storm elsewhere in the world is seemingly conjured out of nowhere.




Who, can we help, we should we help? We can only ponder about the decisions made, and suffer in silence.


This is tormenting.

It's not about accepting what others think, but to simply, see what they are seeing.


You may deny a convict of freedom, but would you deprive him of food and water?









Have mercy. Allow people to breathe. You'd never know when people are going to die. Let them close their eyes when they go to sleep.

Think you can't find this anywhere else.



I'm curled up by your side
with simple things that I can't say
It's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright

You're someone I can trust
Your love I haven't lost
You refuse to let me be -
You always show your love to me

Fear consumes me in this night
You still hold me through the night
You still hold me up (x6)

I could have stayed back and waited but I didn't.

I could have taken the food when you offered but I didn't.

I could have taken you out but I didn't.


And only on hindsight I regret.





Why do I keep hurting the ones that care?

Must make a mental note to be gracious and kind, very kind.




Especially to you.

It's the kind of thing from which you would walk quietly away from and know would be good for all parties.




Maybe it's long overdue and it's time anyway.

I used to find random postings of the most trivial things useless and a waste of time.






And now I can't even remember what I did.

Sometimes it's just the need to connect. To know that you are not absolutely isolated.



There are those who are alike. Cursed with the same solitude. And when I look into their eyes, I know that they know that I know. Then a fleeting smile. A nod of the head. And still, silence. Our paths will always run parallel and never crossing.

Lir zhuo simi?
Auntie, wa hip xiong ah.
Eh sai hip xiong buey?
She brought her umbrella up.
Mai lah!


Throughout the conversation she was smiling. And even as she left she turned around to make sure I wasn't taking photos of her secretly. She has a beautiful smile. Made my day.

Pity that I asked for permission instead of forgiveness. haha.

Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Birth, suffering and decay.



Is it only right to at least attempt to escape from the cycle, to escape from one's destiny, one's fate?






Surrender to fire.

It was a second chance, dropped from the heavens into his laps.


He stood there like an idiot, yet again, not knowing what to do. He hadn't rehearsed his lines, hadn't thought of it, hadn't prepared, hadn't thought along those lines. Not because he didn't care, but perhaps he simply was too naive. A boy at heart, he was terrified of confrontations, he just wanted a way out - the easier way out of the two or perhaps more ways. Strangely he always took the easier way out, despite knowing that he wouldn't be happy in the long run.



But this is a scientific world. We need proof. We need work done. We need action.

It is said in life we have lessons to learn, things to repay. Even if you manage to escape somehow, it will come back to you another lifetime. Like a restless spirit that haunts, things will present themselves, again and again, till you change and learn your lessons.


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I know why I try to help, but strangely I cannot explain why I always do not see things through to the end.



Monday, a different day and yet I couldn't understand why I couldn't get over things, things that were non-existential in the first place. I couldn't forgive myself, I couldn't let myself go, I couldn't set myself free.

I couldn't bring myself to.




I still couldn't. It was the first encounter, and it wasn't the first. How many chances would I get, how many do I have left, this lifetime?

“没有钱打”

Just lost another batch of photos. Once out of anger, twice out of carelessness. Sigh.

That made me happy, again.

it's fascinating how the most restless sleep can give so much fun.



I love dreams. It's just that most of the time the world is blank.

I implore you to call early in the evening so that I may help you.