batter up! play ball!

life's like a softball pitch. rough and sandy, yet shaped like a diamond.

i'm wondering, is God present? or isn't he. i really don't know. is life supposed to be as unpredictable as where the ball flies?maybe he's tryna send me an omen. in three days, three fights have sprung out from no where. god, you trying to tell me something? it's scary really. maybe i'll get into a fight. or i'll get robbed. ha. what a joke. mm. life has been a living hell for me. the monotous daily tasks is really irksome to the point that sometimes, i wish life didn't have to be this way. i wanna run, but escapism from my problems ain't gonna solve nothing. one too many, few too much. worrying over a big ugly F9 on my result slip really isn't helping at all. not to mention the least. hurr.

strike two. no balls.

there's a thousand dreams i could think of. i wish my brother was nicer. i wish my brother could what he says or practice what he preaches. i wish he could hold his snide comments and do some reflection himself. i wish the moment we had as cliques could remain. i wish we could be as we always were. i wish we didn't have to study, or be in a country like singapore.

none of this will come true.

today nearly saw another arguement erupting. i really don't know okay. we think alike. can't say the same. as for no texts or calls on the second, i was waiting for yours. it's just me okay. i need my own space, my freedom. cram me up, you're out. strike three. batter out.

disclaimer: friends mean the world to me. if anyone so much as lays a finger on anyone of my friends, anyone. you'd wished you never was alive because i'll hunt you down till you're on bended knee.

Inning over. fielders up!

i fucked up again, didn't i. seems to be happening alot these days.