I am alright, of course i am

You're my saving grace, sometimes.

Love. There are moments where you feel so bare and naked, it is as if the world has seen you through your bones and there is nothing left to be marveled and wondered at. The intensity of this vulnerability is inexplicable not because the wrong words are chosen to represent this emotion, but because no amount of words could put it to justice. There are moments in love where you give a part of yourself to that other person. How does he handle it, is entirely up to him. You have no control over his choice of actions, no hold in what he is thinking. And vulnerability seeps in. You give this secret part of your soul to him, expecting a clandestine protection. The incessant talks of others do not matter anymore. The hype and speculation of outsiders do not matter anymore. At that moment, only you and he exist. Only you and he understand this sacred connection that nobody else is able to penetrate. But what happens when he spits your trust right back at your face? When gestures are no longer strings of romance and reverence, but one of pitfalls that showcase contempt and forgotten love? When love shows her sinister side and cut us with her sharp edges, do we falter or impenetrate ourselves? It is not easy; this affair of multiple facets, but it doesn’t have to be hard either. At the end of the day, it is the choices we make that staple our thoughts and perceptions, our actions that allow us to learn and eventually grow and move on to a different medium of thoughts. Love? Love is only a small part of it. Love, is every part of it.

7.30pm

Girls who enjoy football.

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I am glad you are back. The only other female that talks to me about a ball and 22 players on the field. Guys might not know it, but we do talk about football in a different way. And no, we don't gush over 'em looks.

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We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

STOP RUNNING AWAY

Mee Udang

Dashboard Confessional - Stolen.
Moments made - and broken. SPORTS DAY On one hand, it's finally over. On the other, it's a pity it is now over. I see some changes in some people and myself lately. I am not exactly sure what yet, but i will reflect on it soon enough. :) It's good to have a relaxing Sunday morning, after such a very long time. To sum up my only Sports Day in Penang Free School, here goes,
Not Fast Enough. Run. Sari. Smiles. Laughter. Anxiety. Excitement. Bare-footed. Prefect's room. Comments. Small Talks. Pizza. Orange drink. Tents preparation. Banner drawing. Kite. Hurt. Contempt. Tired. 100 plus. Friends. Support. Company. Camera. Tracks. Walks. Plans.

Green. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Purple. Grey.

Raptai Sukan

Thanks for the CHOCOLATES! You know who you are.

For someone who hates falling in love, you say the ily's quite often. And no, i don't mean it in a judgmental or offensive way, it just makes me wonder - what happened that got you here?

P I N H O R N
:Never say die:
The hard work that everybody is putting in has to pay off.
I am not surprised about what you said about him today. I am used to it.

Straight smiles and yogurt drinks

Borders

If you happen to be on a diet, you might need these.

Tummies aren't trash cans.
For flavours that are nice, don't use sugar, add spice.
Bigger snacks mean bigger slacks.
Muffins aren't worth the muffin tops.Vanity, thy name is woman. And i don't mean it in a bad way.


P.s; 1234 is actually pretty nice.
P.p.s;Marisa, you send the funniest emails.

If this is the definition of life,

Saringan I

All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.
-Sir Winston Churchill.

Friends, i miss you. But we are all too used to living our lives apart from each other now.

Perhaps i have changed into somebody i don't really like. Caring and knowing about things that don't really matter, wasting my time on moments that flicker by like shots taken by a pair of hands that do not understand photography. I want my Polaroid moments back. Moments that no matter how short or infrequent they are, make me feel like this life is worth living. That perhaps it is not mere coincidence we are all here at the same place and time, that perhaps we are meant for greater things if we realise the potential in us and the chances given to us. Yet, this emotion in me, this nonchalance is eating me up from the inside and instead of doing anything to stop the mess from overflowing, i do nothing, feel nothing, hope for nothing.

Where i am heading with this baggage?
No.
Things have got to change.

I am a free bird.
Don't clip my wings.

Arts is not easier than science.
If you think otherwise,
You are welcome to get out of my life for
not respecting diversity.
That's what i think anyway.
So, I rock! x)

A fav teacher once said, Science teaches you about life, but Arts teaches you to appreciate life.

Must be careful with my tiny heart.
I am a giver, most of the times.
That doesn't mean i am not afraid of the consequences.

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Humility is the way to go.

"Some persons are always ready to level those above them down to themselves, while they are never willing to level those below them up to their own position. But he that is under the influence of true humility will avoid both these extremes. On the the one hand, he will be willing that all should rise just so far as their diligence and worth of character entitle them to; and on the other hand, he will be willing that his superiors should be known and acknowledged in their place, and have rendered to them all the honors that are their due."
— Jonathan Edwards

Pinhorn, this is for you.

Cross Country Run.
6km
1st.
The only 2 points.
It was worth all the sweat and pain.