deelusional

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The lines are grey sometimes.

In every situation, different people play different roles. The singer sings, and the audience listens. The reporter reports, the businessman sells, the host engages, the mass audience, engaged.

But more often than not, I find myself in multiple roles. The singer no longer just sings because singing is far too simple in today's society since there are a million and one multi-talented crusaders out there. Its not a bad situation, it just shows how quickly humans have evolved over the past century.

Things are pretty real for me. But I realise that as I continue walking down this path keeping my mind focused, keeping my eyes set on the target, I have no choice but to take little detours to make sure the journey ahead has less thorns and shrubs that make the journey less pleasant. I have no choice but to allow the lone car that drives by to give me a lift and in return I must promise to bring back good stuff from my final destination.

I pride myself in the little bit of self-worth I credit myself with, the stubbornness that has both given me a certain distinctive style and quality and has also at the same time offended and pissed people off.

I have no idea exactly what I'm getting at because its getting harder and harder for me to get straight to the point because I have made certain decisions which come with small consequences. Consequences like not being able perhaps to share the full truths of things with you.

It bothers me, as much as it bothers you.

But as hard as I can, as well as I can manage, I do my best to keep things real, to keep the heart that pumps emotions 24/7 in and out every inch of my body, REAL.

At the end of the day, should I humiliate myself, should I fail, the blood that pulsates through me, that momentary paralysis, the happy moments, the moment a warmth passes through my body and congregates at the corners of my eye to form a tear. These are moments I treasure. These are real.

Should I lose the ability to share more than what I can on this blog. To protect the people who have given me a hand, to the people who are important in the realisation of my dream. Please, dear friends. Don't simply judge based on mere observations.

Don't analyse my words.

Don't OVER analyse anything with the logic this world has placed in us.

Use your heart, and feel.
I want to keep things real.
As much as I can.

*SCREEEEECH TO A HALTING STOP*(my thoughts, not my car or anything else.)

OH man. Yet another seemingly emo post.

ARgh.

I've got to get my act together, its only another 5 days till Taiwan. And before I take to the skies, I have so many people to thank!!

Must do it before I go, lest I come back dejected and bummed. =P BYE.

欢送会？YEAH.