(almost) nothing's carved in stone. everything fades. to black. (why not white?)

things don't always stay the same. (who am i?) one day u're up. another you're down.

you sing a sad song just to turn it around..

take a bow..leave an empty stage. when you walk down that road, suddenly the stage's not even there.

held by a thread. u loosen. then u tighten. then it loosens on its own again. sigh.

truly. the only constant is change.

i'm not even making sense am i. one day i'm going to come back and read this and be totally bewildered at what in the world i was typing about.

nonetheless. i'm really trusting everything to You. the dates. the preparation. the training. it just seems that everything isn't going the way that it supposed to be. unless. it's the way You want it to be. for me to stay. in oh-so-sunny singapore.

boo.