unbreathable joy

i seriously need to catch up on my sleep.

but the amount of work piling on my back steals away this privilege.

...

i am trying to see this as a 'good problem'.
i've told many, who tried to 'comfort me' (thanks!), that im not complaining. cos i am enjoying some parts of this busyness.
and, it's obnoxious to complain when,
- you are not the only one on the hard journey,
- you choose to add some additional load onto yourself (i especially cannot complain about this. i know i've learnt alot through some of the responsibilities given to me at this time)

yes, capacity, is my new year wish, again.

it will get better.

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Jings supporter.
guess who haha.
here i go again :p

i thought week one was almost hell for me.
and it ended with me vomiting at school at the end of a day of marathon classes.
one of the last questions the prof ma asked was directed at me.

"let's try an example. where do you live?" (pointing at me)

"erm, me? pasir ris, an eastern part of singapore." (he's a visiting prof. you see)

"oh, you take the train?"

"yea, east-west line."

"green line?"

"huh?" (hesitated. you see, my head was already SPINNING.) "oh yes."

"do you take the red line?"

"(huh again?) erm, i can if i want, take the train up and a round trip down again..."

i told ronald, if he had carried this any further, i would have really vomited there and and then. haha. lucky i was in time to move to the washroom.

so that was week one.
but it's alright.
the thing is,
i know things will only be better.
melvin always believes. :)

come, stretch me.

05012009. day one, term two, AY2008/9.
left home, 0700.
left school, 2245.
reached home, 0000.

i am tired - not thinking straight.

but boy was it a blast.

and yet, i know my engine isnt fully warmed up.
more potential to be revealed.

haha.

but this was the day i had been perversely looking forward to.
and yea, (it) did not disappoint.

and i pray things will get even better.

and the day ended with a high, definitely.
albeit the greatest surprise had to be the NS call up due to happen ON MY COMING BIRTHDAY.

i am pumped up again, just thinking of the impact and waves we are going to create all over this island state when our baby, project playitright, materializes into a hit event come july.

ok, i know i am really tired. cos i know this post sounds a little out-of-order to this word, but i am not editing it.

let me go draft my corporate cover to SBS, and then i can hit the pillow.

the point is, thank You, for a great day, term, year, years. :)

Dear Melvinstory,

i am stressed out.
didnt know it would turn out this bad..

if you say i have only myself to blame, i know. i've heard it too many times.

and if you tell me that there's a way out - to give up, i know too. but i havent believed in this option. i am still hoping i will never have to consider this alternative.

what is value?
why am i the only one who calls it 'worthy'?

i didnt know there's such a high price to pay to keep this something i call dear.

can i also believe in a miracle?