A recent turn of events made me think deeper into the word death. Part and parcel of life, you may say.

Recently I keep thinking about how life will be like when I’m old. When I’m an old and fragile woman, difficulties in walking, will the society still be the same? Will I be able to travel to and fro as freely as I can now?

What if I’m already on my deathbed? What is the kind of feeling when you’are about to stop breathing?

2 funerals at my void deck on the same day. Got me thinking if there’s after-life. When the next time I come back to earth, will things still be the same? it is at times like this that I wish I have someone to hug me and say that everything’s alright.

I wish these thoughts will go away soon. They’re taking away all my courage in life, not to mention the unseen stress that has been showered upon me at school.

Confidence level has dropped drastically these days, due to you-know-what. Ask me if you want to know. I hate things as they are right now, but life still goes on.

Where did all my courage go to?

A short note

Wow I’m honoured to have one of wordpress’s mentor here! Nevertheless, I’ve a feeling I won’t be able to get the project. Should have been able to think of a better proposal if not for the tons of workload these days. =)

Tons of unspeakable misery, unspeakable complaints. Not exactly unspeakable, but best left as it is for this entry.

Where oh where are the courage and beliefs that I badly need?