U blow so many bubbles in life. And inevitably some always get burst. But you still continue blowing those bubbles. Such is the beauty of the fighting spirit in us.

What I thought I ve forgotten, Ive actually not. When I dreamt of it again, I awoke with that terrible thumping feel in my heart. I wonder when will it be gone. Forever banished.

Life can be a hectic race or a leisurely walk in the park. What have we chosen? Or have we not chosen at all. In the midst of all these, have we forgotten what really brings joy to us?

I ve not. I ve just kept it somewhere for the time being. For reasons only known to me.