We seek a myriad of things.

Some emotional, some material, some illusional. We seek so many things, some for obvious reasons, yet some for puzzling subtle occurrences you might never figure out. That intuitive initiative that mysteriously commands that bandwagon for that endless search, sometimes with so much resistance.

There is no time for contemplation nor procrastination.

Yet, there are times we feel so strong, but so wrong.

We can laugh it off , but we know it still bugs that small part of us that ain't letting it dissolve into our sea of thoughts. We make decisions, we have resolutions but we fail to stand by these decisions and resolutions that could have induced so many lessons life bestowed us with.

For a simple reason: Fear.

Fear for failures, fear of dismal and sadness that comes along unfortunately. We will do anything and everything to escape these adversities. But undeniably, there are that so many times we are trapped within that vicious cycle of our own. One that we unconsciously created.

Facing problems are one of that few instinctive abilities that mankind are equipped with. With a snap of our fingers, these problems can vanish. But it would be all a matter of choice: To be happy and satisfied, or to be adventurous and capitalise, hoping we can get the the most out of it.

Lessons learnt, stay applicable for a long time. I would definitely avoid making the same mistakes again.

Easier said than done. We do have our many foolish moments that we fail to listen and observe to sieve the rightness in it.

And on the festive mood, wishing you a Merry Christmas. :)

Minorities irate our cosmopolitan city terribly. The bolster ought to hit them a thousand times, just enough to bring them to concussion and give the tormentors a job to die for.

In such audacity, these infiltrators dare strewn accusations associated with my community. There couldn't be compromise, neither further communication. We have a proud history dating back 5000 years and if there was a imminent problem, we would be most informed- at least much more than you can tell us about.

In my opinion, I would deny their rights to seek redress for what they would like to call- a chinky problem. I would strip all yours rights and empower our people to trample on the outcasts of our society, none other than you.

Now, step back into your habitats of construction grounds while arming yourselves with vacuum cleaners.

己個鐘頭後就要起飛了，

心情卻七上八下。

跟原本盼望的夢想旅程哪麼的接近，

心情卻哪麼的遙遠。

送我那個力量吧！

You are the sweetest entity in my coveted dreams.

That's really sweet.

That subtle feeling of losing that particular part of me is largely responsible for that irregularity that is brewing in me. Everything just does not interest me anymore, and i'd prefer a bland life of having quiet nights in than wild nights out.

I got to take a little time, that little time to think things over. And i'd better read between the lines, in case i need them older.

I want to know what love is, and i want you to show me.

I want to feel what love is, and i know you can show me.

The number 2 has dawned itself upon me. 2 accompanied with a 0.

Yes, 20.

The significance of this number is nothing but just a simple arithmetic addition to many, looking ahead to so much more fun and excitements. But somehow, this number seem to strike that chord in me that it is in relation to so much more responsibilities and incessant worries that life bestow me with.

We live for today, everyday indeed- moving on from yesterday yet obliged to take into consideration for tomorrow.

Doesn't it sound too much of a hassle?

The number 20 harps on the start of another decade of living. Yet it seemed that I had lived that much- that much of happiness, that much of sorrows and that much of procrastination.

Happiness are short-lived. Sorrows seem to echo itself magnificently at times.

It all ends with, how much happiness am i willing to make. In other words, how much sacrifice would i give in exchange for that happiness that seem so ever bleak and the sorrows i never want to experience and possess.

We gain some, we lose some.

We embrace some, we bid farewell to some.

We love some, we hate some.

Departures only serve to remind us of the good that once lingered, the bad that you burnt your fingers and learnt your lessons from. Embracing the moment allows us to treasure things that are close to us, enjoying the moment, preserving them as awesome memories in years to come.

Yet, we are theoretical creatures.

We always know what is ideal, what is best for us. However, we never fail to prove our theories wrong. We hate when we are suppose to love. We fail to see the good, yet echo, scrutinise and brood on the bad. We behave like we were born to hate after all.

This, is life after all.