18th June 2007
Monday

The cool air stung my face as I stumbled into the airport, half aware of my surroundings. The day was not as long as other days. But I felt the same fatigue as I feel on other days. Wandering aimlessly through the hallways of Terminal 2, I soon found myself at the viewing gallery. Gradually I stared at the 747 through the glass panel and thought about my future.
Words that should not have been said, were said.
Words that should be said, were not said.
Will I end up as a technician working on that Boeing 747, checking tyre pressures, and hydraulic systems? Will I wind up venturing into a profession totally unrelated to my current studies?
Words that could be said, cannot be said now.
Words that would be said, might not be said again.
Each time I think about the future, I get shit in my pants. The future is bleak. If I even manage to get my diploma, what happens if I do not qualify for a University? Well, even if I qualified, what if I choose not to study? Will I get a job with a mere diploma? Most probably, diploma holders will be overworked and underpaid. Which eventually leads to disgrunt and resignation.
Sometimes, words is what makes a relationship.
So I thought of the future. I thought of my past. My past choices, mistakes and decisions. I thought of the present. My current predicament. I thought of the emotions I was feeling. And I realised, again, the reason why I busy myself with so many commitments.
Usually, words is what breaks a relationship.
Most of the time, words are not what mends a relationship.
"Life is made up of an f and a lie."
-Han Yong