its at these times, when u stare into space, and u start to think...who are you? where do we come from? why are you here? not tt i'm influenced by Beckett...but then again, life is juz a span of a few yrs, and it doesnt make sense...juz like tt old qns "does the egg comes first, or the chicken?"

pple live to die, and all u do within ur short span of time is juz to make ur death a more fufilled one. why den bother to live in the first place? and yet, there are some things that keep you going. family, friends, love, laughter, kindness...it seems like suddenly, everyone ard u are leaving. my friends' relatives just go without a warning. and then u realise the vulnerability of human and how easy it is for pple to go, and how diffcult it is to say gdbye...

there are so many times when pple said "oh, if i did this...", "oh...if i did that" why didn't you do it, if you knew you are going to regret? why bother to cry, when you never knew them? why bother to be hurt, when you knew you were never meant to be? why didn't you say it out loud, if only you knew you could never have another chance?

what is most important to me? i never knew. perhaps too young...just a simple thing, something to die for, something to push me on, something i would work towards to. a fantasy, a dream, a high aspiration...just something to hold you, something to prove your existance, something and someone you can look to when u're feeling alone, and will never leave you...

juz something, someone......