"And on their deathbeds, they will finally realize. The life they lived was the real thing."

So what exactly is the meaning to it all?
Have you truly found your answer?

Perhaps it was of a continuous search and never ending answer-seeking.

Tomorrow, let it so be a better day
- and an better weekend.

Life is like a blank canvas. Not everyone gets the same canvas and tools. But we all get to shape how we want our pieces drawn. With whatever we could have or make do...

At this late hour I had the urge to leave my well kept thoughts here. How long has it been - these distances that I have arrived? Those past inner struggles I put behind. I don’t have time to be even emotional now. I know it’s not what I had wanted. Time had never leave much rooms for me to continue my wilderness.

It’s fine if no one knows my past thoughts.

It’s fine if my trace was never discovered or left with a sliver so light it’s hardly conceivable to trace.

It’s fine even if I left and moved on and the world does not care, that it was as though I left no marks, no meaning, no significance - why, why and what should I be waiting for or is there some expecting?

How did I turn us into what we are now. I need to fix what I've broken.

Things started as simple as us meeting over in party and a cue that I was interested in you.

Our relationship has only been a struggle. I like you really, but we're probably not meant to be. I have to end this, thanks for allowing me in your life, Celine.

My female colleagues like everywhere else. Angels and nicest people at front. Things they said behind the scenes. Scary.