--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--
It's the time again...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
It's the time of the day again.
The kind of time that compels you to stop everything you are doing and heave a deep sigh.
I was working as usual, to the wee hours of the night.
Work feeds my soul, fuels my passion and keeps my heart beating.
Looking through the previous evidences of work, I can't help but smile to myself. The crazy people I've met, the gorgeous works that were created, the ties that bind and bonds that tie us together.
But I think I've lost something along the way.
I've forgotten how it is like to be with one person whom I could share everything with.
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
MY TAGBOARD
It's the time again...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
It's the time of the day again.
The kind of time that compels you to stop everything you are doing and heave a deep sigh.
I was working as usual, to the wee hours of the night.
Work feeds my soul, fuels my passion and keeps my heart beating.
Looking through the previous evidences of work, I can't help but smile to myself. The crazy people I've met, the gorgeous works that were created, the ties that bind and bonds that tie us together.
But I think I've lost something along the way.
I've forgotten how it is like to be with one person whom I could share everything with.
