Geez, i missed the deadline of the virtusuo 2005. don't really cares about it anyway. hate deadlines. my world revolves mainly around my own timeline. haha.
i'm in a sombre mood right now and hence this song. don't think anyone know the real story behind this song, so you can only speculate. in the meantime, i would like to bring your attention to a story, the prince and the pauper. Sometimes i wonder, are their lives really so different? Why can't people be happy with what they have and live their lives? I am unhappy with myself, and i want to be someone different. Yet, when i look around me, there are people who walk into the exact position that i once walked myself into and i couldn't do anything about it. I was a competitive high acheiver who was totally independent. But i wasn't happy, the price of material success is high. I gave it all up, and become someone who lives by the day, by inspiration without much of an ambition and rise to the occasion as and when i need to (cos i know i can). yet the ironic thing is, people whom used to live my current lifestyle has defected as well.
Passion: Maths, Music, Table Tennis
sex: M
philosophy: many people knows different part of me, but one thing in common is i will not
allow myself to fall *Elandriel*
