Let my tired heart go.

Just when i thought time had prepared me enough to go on, those thoughts of you keep taunting me. I don't have much i can remember of you, i can only remember your lips on mine, how your skin smells like, the glow on your face whenever my favourite smile spreads slowly upon your face. I can remember the smell of your hair, the curve of your neck, how you move when i run my hands down your waist and lock them behind you, how my love for you drives me crazy.

I've always wished that i could do something, something more than kissing, something more than loving, more than caring. Something more than everything i could do to make you see, how much you mean to me. Maybe then you'll understand, my world, my home, is wherever you are, wherever you go. Where i belong, is inside your heart.

So when you can't stay where you truly belong, do you know how that feels?

Hustler meets hustler.

I thought i was on my way to becoming a hustler until i met Bronson today. The definition of the word "hustler" was redefined. Never noticed him much, but i faced a beast today and got took down 9-4. Every single journey to the table i found myself either not being able to see the ball I'm supposed to hit or there is nothing to develop due to a extremely tough shot. The four racks were all runs from his dry break or my break. Other than that there was no chance to exhibit any of my standard. What a player.

I should do that to every next opponent i play.

Saltwater on my lips.

You were everything i wanted and so fucking much more. You are what i depend on when I'm lost, when I'm tired, when i no longer want to hustle and bustle through my life. You're what i look at and think of, because when i think of you, the pain is gone. But its time i faced these problems by myself, because this excruciating love is so hard to sever and i shouldn't depend on it any more. I feel so tired right now, but i miss you, i think of you and its gone. You are, no, were, my everything.

S.

To you, maybe in another time and another place and another lifetime, we could've had a love of a lifetime. Maybe we barely knew each other for 3 hours, but we both know we had what each other was looking for. Thanks to yoona whom i'm not over, and many other things we both knew couldn't work out, this is where we go our separate ways. If we could be, in another life, i hope i remember, so i could show you how love, MY love, is like.

If life was a book, you'll be bookmarked so I can never forget someone special like you.

Darson Blue.

Darson Blue is a pub i went with my dad just now and I've just reached home from there. It's a nice place with a lousy pool table but nice people and lousy game machines but nice bar girls. I almost got hooked up by my father's friends' sabotaging when they realized i was single. But i must say, the girls were so beautiful and nice. If i was high, god knows what would've happened.

Lesson learned: Make sure you and your father don't get drunk at the same time when going to drink together.

Goal.

I aim to be a hustler when i get older. Not a coach, not a tournament frequent, not just a national player but a hustler. Let's hope i get there soon. From today onwards every time i play pool i will pull out almost all my stops. I hope that it would help me improve in a faster way. To all those who have shown me support in pool, thank you! I will continue to work hard and improve.

Resolve.

LSK Pawnage.

I have come back a different man and after all that spewing my head is finally clear. I'm letting you affect my life. That shouldn't be the way. My life should go on as usual, even if i miss you. From this day onward, i promise myself, no more cigarettes, lesser porn if not none at all, and more focus on the things i have to do and things i want to do.

Thanks, Keith Ou. You helped me see through a great deal of things on the road. And we both know deep inside, everything we've said was all correct. Look at the living examples.

To all those people who have seen me wallow enough, now see me rise back up. I'm back!