beautiful day.

finally could sleep till 10am today. BAH. so tired mans. work.

tuition was ok. algebra for my cousin. TERROR. but relatively easy. hahahah.

anyway, met abbas for movie afterwards at bugis. finally watched death note2! good! but tragic ending.

sometimes, when you take a little quiet time alone to observe people around you, strangers, friends, you notice things you don't usually see.

it's a beautiful day.
many things made me smile, and appreciate life i have.
it's far from perfect, but i'm glad i grew up with the right values and morals. not that these values are perfect, but at least i can live with it.
it pisses me whenever i see kids littering all over the place, throwing tissues onto the floor after eating, and their parents don't bother to even TELL them it's wrong and to pick up the paper from the floor and throw it into the bin instead.

perhaps it's because i've seen dirtier and less desirable places, unhygenie and almost barely unfit for living. maybe that's why i appreciate singapore for her cleanliness. sure, it may be hardly our effort that it's clean; the hard work of the foreign cleaners helping to pick up our rubbish after us. but at least we have help from outside to provide us with this much desired place to live in.

maybe people tend to take things for granted too easily.
maybe people who possess too much tend to forget how it feels to be lack of.
it's like how the genius will never truly understand the plight and frustration of the retarded. or how the rich man living in the mansion will never understand how the poor beggar off the streets survive day by day in that dark, moist corner in the back alley.
the gap, unseen, but always present.

how, and when, can i ever learn to be satisfied with what i have? or i will never learn?

seeing that little boy laugh outloud so happily on his tricycle, pedaling slowly--an action almost effortless for most of us, yet so trying for him. his father watching out for him a feet away, following closely, arms outstretched, ready to catch him when he falls.

parents. will they always be there to protect us? to save us? to love us?
why. this simple bliss, warmed my heart.
that scene, i couldn't tear my eyes off.
as i walked by the duo, i watch as the boy laughed and grinned at me at almost pure ecstacy. his new bicycle, his ability to ride it so well. and i couldn't help but smile back at him. and see how his father smiled down so lovingly at his son, i just had to smile back at the father too.

it must be difficult.
i would never understand. but i applaud that bravery and courage to hang on day by day. that posivitity and faith in life.

so why, someone normal like me, often forget to see those bright little sparks in life? forgot how fortunate i am. forgot how to be contented with what i possess.

this decadent society we live in. and i am part of this mad decay. i am pronounced guilty.


these days, i breathe in the cool morning air. i feel reborn. i feel cleansed. i feel heal. yet, this journey continues. all i pray is that no one will break me apart again; the bank of optimism and hope.


and those, when they die.
there's no heaven, or hell for them.
there's only nothingness.