while walkin back, i saw sparrows snuggling into sand.
tossing bits into the air, creating a comfy hole of which to huddle in.

makes you think, if only life could be carefree and easy.
how one can just fly away if life gets too hard to bear,
like a sparrow does when it senses danger.

well, too bad.
who ever said being human was the best deal, they got it so wrong.

and whoever thought that world peace was possible, must haf been a patient in an asylum.

there's no such things as miracles,
just as there's no such thing as peace,
as long as george bush is the president of the US.

hypocrisy must be a trait that all ppl share,
cause i see it all over, everywhere.

wanting to go mass comm is prob one of the hardest reachin dreams thus far.
wad, a portfolio showing any record of public writing? (journalism of any sort)
wad the fuck.
and the next best things to show, to sidle into favour:
m-cee
photojournalism
poetry slam
works from a writing comp

my future is screwed for i dun even haf those basics!
talk about being thrashed before even startin a match.

the fight hasn't even started
and i'm halfway defeated!

journalist my ass.
doin sports must haf been my biggest curse in life.

i should haf been a cheetah in this life.
to run like the wind,
to be shot down to get on with the next life in line.

wadeva, i dun give a damn no more.

i shld haf gone to ngee ann mass comm
when it was offered to me on a GOLDEN PLATTER.

now i see it, sports is my ultimate weakness, my archilles heel.

where's mr lee when i need him la.

i hate my life.