dreamer

sigh. i'm feeling sad now. 'cos i just finished a really, realy tragical and heart-breaking story.

and just like crests and troughs oscillate in transition as a wave flows on, a low will accompany a high.
having immersed myself so deeply into the story, i kinda shocked myself when i took a look at the clock and realised it was late.

sigh. the problem about doing something with reckless abandon during any other period of time is, of course, no problem. but i have to remind myself that it's the promos period now.. and really, studies should take precedence over everything else. and so i hadn't managed to fulfill the tasks i set upon myself for today. ><

oh well, i think i'm a person who more often listens to his instincts than logic, and heed the counsel of my heart than take to my mind.

i'm a dreamer, a creationist. art and design are woven intrinsically into my character. it's in my blood. stories and literature are the canvas my mind loves to paint on. my subconscious lies in the domain of imagination. it's in my soul. my heartstrings respond to the ebb and flow of the surroundings. i love to surprise and be surprised. the mysterious and the unknown intrigue me. it's in me.

i think my preferred style of expression in aesthetics is controlled chaos. mmm dun ask me how the term came about - the words just pop into my mind.

hmm.

no use regretting now. i'll just have to make up for this brief lapse. after all, what's life without a few self-planted obstacles to spice things up?

and i honestly believe that man's imagination is our greatest gift - if we utilize it properly.