I hate meetings. I hate organization and I hate the way people run things. C'mon, to organize a "simple" event it is compulsory to have at least 1 meeting a week for at least 4 hours where some stupid bitch just says what she wants to see, and from there we are suppose to clap our hands and the thing is done properly. Death to people like that. It is not necessary to have committees and division of manpower. Personally how I see it, just have one committee, they all go do their respective jobs and its done.

Or a better solution, scrap the event.

Perhaps. This is dedicated to a friend who has left on a jet plane. Sounds familiar doesn't it?

High flyer I see you soar,
Upon wings of hope with happy hearts,
Going where you please,
Dreaming of the world,
And I,
Burdened by my leaden heart,
Rooted by my fears,
Sapped by my disappointment,
I hope to dream again someday.

I am considering going on a journey. One that would take me far from my zone of comfort and loved ones and deep into the unknown. This journey would help get things into perspective, and it would be a search. A search for the meaningful things in life, and my thoughts, opinions and beliefs would be tested. And I don't know if I'll be back.

I am considering.

I figured it was about time I put my thoughts into words. You know how Albus Dumbledore, Principal of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series has a magical artifact called the pensieve, where he pours his thoughts into so that he can dissect it later. I was wondering how useful that thing would be to me.

One of the things that plague my every day is the question whether I am important, no not even that, significant. I feel this need to matter to someone, to something. Is this a sign of weakness or a lack of independence? To me its a sign of reassurance that I matter to the world, and I am someone instead of one of those obscure people that no one ever heard about much less care.

I wonder when I look at my friends, whether I do matter to them. Because, I guess, a worse fate than dying alone is to never have existed.

Star light, star bright,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
I wish my wish would be granted tonight.
I wish to be like the star I wish upon,
Surrounded by other stars,
Never to be alone,
Yet when you are up in that black void,
Alone,
Not even flicker of hope can be seen.

When black and white march,
And brings upon clouds of grey,
Covering vast expanse of blue skies,
The red sphere gives way,
To yellow rays that sweep the horizon,
From where I stand,
Watching children play on green fields,
Perhaps it is better not to be aware,
Of the inevitable end.

My thoughts are my thoughts, and that is all I have that truly belongs to me. For me, the only thing that makes this life worth living is the things which are mine. My thoughts, my feelings and my friends. Every time I encounter a choice between my head and my heart, between logic and passion, go with your heart, that way you'll never regret anything.

shreds of tranquility,
rends of serenity,
lies scattered around us,
ruined by din and discord,
torn by disharmony,
leave me alone,
yet you are truly alone
Shut up!

Recipe For Melancholy
Two cups of despair,
One tablespoonful of sadness,
With a pinch of solitude,
Mix well with misery,
Knead until flat and dull,
Add two drops of tears,
And bitterness to taste,
Bake in a cold heart,
Until it has overflowed,
Do not overcook,
Lest it burns,
To black depression.

Is it more important to be human, or is it more important to be alive? Do you remember the poem of the road not taken by Robert Frost? Decisions are like forks in the road, and when you face a decision, to listen to your heart, or to your mind, which would you choose?

The heart makes us humane, alive, meaningful. It is the representation of our conscience, feelings and wants. It is the source of our happiness and the reason for living.

The mind keeps us alive, protecting the shell of existence in which we inhabit. It attends to our needs, it gives us nourishment and strength to live each passing day. It ensures our safety so that we may continue living.

So which one should I listen to when there is no compromise between both?

Mondays suck.

The scariest thing in life is encountering the physical manifestations of your own mortality. But then again, there is nothing to be feared, for the inevitable will come when it will come. The only question in my mind now is whether that inevitable can be delayed.

However, I shall remain content for my life has been well spent, I guess. A man is measured not by the years in his life, but the life in his years. I have met great people, amidst the occasional bitch, and had great times, and have great lasting memories. There are so many things left to be done, and that I guess, I would have to leave for now, if my own paranoia is more than just a paranoia.

Perhaps my life is like a rollercoaster, with its ups and downs, and when you are on top, you wish things were a little more exciting, and when you are going down you wish it'll all stop.

I wish I could say,
But had I the courage to,
To say what I wanted to say,
To you,
And when time has passed,
And memories fade,
I wish I could say,
But had I the time to,
To say what I wanted to say,
To you.

PESSIMISM
Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but lightning kills hundreds of people each year who are trying to find it.

MISTAKES
It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.

Two sayings we can always live by. =)

Stressed.