all things in life cannot be explained. we can only seek to simplify the profundity.


i didn't know you teared after i left. at the very moment you were tearing, i was doing the exact.

one wonders why she turned away those good men, only to accept one who seems less than.


"Watch out for false prophets." "By their fruit you will recognize them."


the two numerals scrowled at the top of the script is an aberration. speechless shock. silence.


i want to listen to jay chou's latest album. but i haven't buy it yet. procastinator, silly me. what joy if i get to attend his november concert. sigh.


many dark nights she sobbed her way to fitful sleep and unsettling dreams. tears stream the moment she opened her eyes to daylight.
doubt it's the same for him.


i need music and song and literature now. i need to know i'm living life well. i need to know i'm doing justice to life.


she decided to believe. whatever the outcome is, whatever they want, it is the only way for her to continue her life positively.


i did very badly for the preliminaries. i'm messing up my future. i know it. i'm stopping this decandent process. i want to see that two numerals switch places. i will make it happen. i can. i must.


a simple girl. a simple boy. a simple love. a simple happiness. a simple joy.
a simple contentment.


"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. " "But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. "

all signs of incoherence in this entry are fully intended.