What's in a true life? Behind the crumbling walls of dream and infant illusion; action without movement, desire without heart. It is over and done. It is over and done! To crave for touchless objects and fathom without eyes; the fall of all things personal that no one sees.

Burn it to the ground. No firewall will save you. Burn it to the ground. Take me to the keep and bare the darkest void; thousand fold the agony of silenced screams. Alone tune right out of static. Exorcise the dark how else can we move on.

Two more das till freedom. For two days. ARGH! Fuckin give me a break. And school starts soon after. New year. New brief for new project. Predicted same fucked up grades.

At least made the best of my attachment. The best anyone would have gotten. No direct link to archi work; I learnt more about why people shouldn't do archi: cos there're more exciting things that you guys can do out there. Don't be stupid and feel you should go with your heart and pursue architecture. Regrets I have a few, but then again, too few to mention.

I DID IT MY WAY!

Ok. Can't wait to finish my two reports. Then I'm liberated. Haha. Actually, I think our attachment period is too short. I really wanted to familiarize with the work they do there. I respect them for protecting the safety of transportation in Singapore.

As for my sweetums, who has always been there; pushing me, and given me time with my work and workmates, another year of poly life with you! This year, I hope I'll do better. You? No doubt you will, baby.

Freshies, unite on this day, and get ready for a beat down if you mess with us. Fuck all the mat reps whom I saw coming to SP for the orientation thing. You mess with me, I tell you..


I won't let my focus shift.