an avalanche that looms above our heads but we don't believe it

an avalanche that looms above our heads but we don't believe it

i am tired, my eyes feel like closing, but i dont feel like sleeping.
but still i could imagine how comfy my bed is, how i am going to imagine baby beside me and how nice my dreams will be. there just seems to be something on my mind, after watching Fringe, making me more motivated than ever. motivated about what? i dont know man. there’s just something i ought to do in this pathetic and short life of mine, much more than just reproducing. please job, just come to me so that i can continue this path. or not, just give me an answer and i will go the other way.

i just got to hear this from baby, ‘it doesnt matter how fast or how slow you go, as long as you do it.’ errr that’s not the exact sentence, i forgot already. oh yeah suddenly remembered seeing this sentence at a mrt station too. yup, it is true and i agreed. but i cant wait. I cant deny that impulsive and rash and stubborn (:

‘To persevere.’

sometimes i am afraid to say my dreams, because i wonder if i fail, will people laugh at me? ): so i learned to just do it.