we are all born mad. some remain so.

its drawing to an end...

come to think about it...

so much has happened; i mixed with kids and taxes, embarked on a straight road to hellish yet interesting field of study which many will never get to experience, did another production, made new friends whom i now treasure and guard defensively, had a taste of independent living and started on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

yet sadly i feel that i havent accomplished nor achieved much at all.

did i make a difference with my kids and helped them embrace the good things in life?
did i manage to help that that low-income family get the subsidy for tax?
how is that 78 year old cleaner who still needs to pay tax now?
which country is that filthy rich director touring now with his mistress?
did those who came to watch my production truely understand what we are trying to express in the play?
did they realise our heartfelt performance is part of our true lives and still is?
do my friends know how much i dearly cherish them?
does any of them feel like wringing my neck?
is any of them disappointed in me for something i did or did not do?
how has my mom been sleeping beside an empty space all this time?
and did i make your life better or worse now?
are You tired of forgiving all the sins ive committed?

there were so many promises i made and broke, but there were promises that i kept. there were times i felt so happy and excited, but there were times i felt uselessly down.

every good thing just cancelled out with every bad ones, and vice versa.

and now, i end up with nothing. no piece of mind, loose ends untied, disappointment to hide.

all except one year's transport at student rate.