Absolutely lost, pondered over many stuffs just now.

Time and time again, I tell myself to do well. But, what happens in the end? Lazing around the house during each and evert weekend.

Whatever happened to me?

Why can't I just put my heart and soul into it?

I just can't verbalise my thoughts and I feel damn helpless.

Thanks to my grandma for being there, though not physically. ( if you are wondering why... I kind of believe in afterlife after I witnessed something whilst my trip in china back then)

Somehow, or rather, I feel that she's there whenever I need her.