My roomie's favourite post. I never really read it again seriously. So I'm gonna repost it here. Before I lose it one day :)

Dead Alive and Dead again...

The red glove pumps its fist, with momentum and rhythm like a death march. Dull, solemn and lifeless.

That is, if you put my current lifestyle on a chart… It will be a stream line with occasional flickers and inclining gradients, and nothing else. My life monitor, constantly reminding me to keep it up and beating again… To no avail though.

Forgot the last time I blogged properly, simply because there is nothing going on. Nothing worth of mention. Oh, my bulb flickered up there, reminding me I should at least bring up the passion in my life, Singing. I forgot when I started minding, started thinking about every note I sing and being conscious of it, not to let it go OFF. In addition to my big fat blank on my romance page, I hear, I see , I feel no soul in my voice. Perhaps just an empty imitation that is not even up to mark. My emotions, once so overpowering and overbearing, nest on a funnel. Draining away, seep, trickle , gone.



I hope my creative writing module will teach me well.