Its when you look upon the darkest times,

Its when you hear that lil' bell chime.

It sometimes feel like you walk in slime,

It just feels like you'll never finish that uphill climb.

Look up ahead someone's here,

Only with trust will you make it dear.

Very tough we all know it,

Everytime it comes, i feel that inherent need.

Yet at times i look back into the dark past,

Only the present times evoke that fizzy fuzz,

Underneath this, a big red heart.  <3

When the bomb comes, and everything comes smashing headlong at your face, its a small chance your face wont crumble under the pressure. Crumbled or not we still make it through. Projects, sabbaticals, papers, homework. Once in a while you look at the pile and realise its a feet tall. A second later its two feet, then four, then eight. Yes, it just increases exponentially. Y'feel like the world's falling on your shoulders. Well, there are times I cant even seem to breathe. That was how my term 1 week 10 passed. Project after project, job after job, presentation after presentation. This was really how workload was trying to send me to my deathbed over the course of a week. I guess I was busy loaded with work I couldnt help but emo abit here and there, though its like sabbaticals.

Model ASEAN Summit went rather well I would reckon, any objections? I guess i wasnt in much of the camera shots because I was always MIA, in the room preparing summit director stuff haha. Well, there was always Ryo and Run Xian in the room though, so the room wasnt that stoney and quiet i suppose? I guess the time i really appreciated was the time pre-sabbaticals, when preparation was up and running and we were getting shot all over by teacher advisors (remember that, Sam). In between those busy schedules we all had to shuffle between commitments, missing out on break times or fun times for the sole cause of working this out. I cant really put in words the kind of mixed feeling of exhaustion, satisfaction and joy after the relatively smooth proceedings of the summit. I dont know how I fared for my own chairing sessions, I guessed I screwed up here and there in the plenaries, I'm sorry if I did, for the most important 2 sessions of the summit, as summit director. Well, summit director never ever gets the limelight, I suppose i'm used to it already haha (:

Ahwell, its always heartening, to see that there are people out there who will sit to listen. It is at those times when the pile is high and getting higher, that these roles come into play. Take a step back and look at the whole picture. Close up, y'realise that the accumulating pile is just the background, in the foreground, there always exists the happy side. With the commitment level shooting up into the clouds above its really impossible for me to survive without the likes of people like you. Well, there are only afew, at times, only one. 

Yes, and I mean it.

PS- i dont know what this post is about actually, it kind of reflects and thanks and does everything under the sun ROFL.

Sometimes you point a knife at someone, he panics and cowers in fear. He does not dare speak of the truth. Truth lies in the eyes of the beholder, but no, the blood that stains the knife does not reflect the truth in anyone's eyes. On blood smears hatred, and with hatred everything under the sun can crumble (even cookies!). But no, that's not the point. A knife can do wonders, it can also work the other way round. The sharpness, worked out by the blacksmith's own skilled deft fingers, will only be harnessed by the one who is deemed its user. When its time to kill, kill. A slash of a knife, will be so much more efficient that a ringing gunshot.

Step back to take a bow,

Hocus, pocus, shoot it down.

I know how familiar this will sound,

Take a deep breath, take it now.

That thundering pile towers ahead,

You want a gunshot so you find yourself dead.

But no, that wont happen for heavens' sake,

'Cos when you turn back peace stretches out like a lake.

Its stupid when this stewpeed scenario happens over and over again, so close ur eyes and imagine (oh wait, dont close, if not you cant read ROFL) what's gonna happen.

It's a crabby cycle to go through, the majestic cycle of procrastination. (o-kay this is totally incoherent, or should i say contradictory?:P) It goes something like this:
1) Open internet browser
2) Open Microsoft Word document
3) Open Pro Evolution Soccer 
4) Browse internet (Alt + Tab)
5) Do a paragraph of english essay (Alt + Tab)
6) [Sigh] then play a game of PES
7) Close PES
8) Close internet browser

This is what stress does to you on a profound level. Stress stimulates procrastination, just like how the hypothalamus stimulates production of ADH. LOL. (Excuse me for my fantastic parallel-ing skill:D) Don't worry, the pile of to-do lists are down by more than 60% *Heaves HUGE sigh of relieve.

Ohwell. I HOPE this is more readable? LMAO (: