Its alright, really.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:10 PM

They will never be able to understand how it's like to be fighting a war for a chance that every single individual is supposed to be entitled to, thinking that you will win some day but that day never comes.

It takes two hands to clap. But right now, I'm just reaching out into emptiness.

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road

Friday, July 12, 2013 10:09 PM

One year ago, I was wearing my mortar board board and graduation robe, waiting patiently for my turn to get my scroll from the unidentified but dignified looking old man on the stage. One year on, I scrolling through my Facebook feed looking at my friends graduation photos and reminiscing the past.

We really only get one chance for everything we do. Moments come and go. Cherish and live in the moment, before it turns into a memory. We can mimic what has been done before, but we can never get back the exact feeling of that moment in time.

It has always been my secret wish that someone dear would give me a graduation bear on my graduation day. But at las, it never came true. I could fairly well get one for myself, but the feeling ain't there. I could ask someone to get for me, but it would be meaningless. And so the day came and went. I didn't get anything at all, let alone a bear and that chance will never come again. It seems silly now that I'm still thinking about it.

On another note, I'm having the urge to run away again. To run away from facing potential disaster. Yes, it may be good. But what if it doesn't? I admit my cowardice when it comes to such stuff. I want change, yet I'm afraid of it. For once, it seems nice to be alone.

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road

Wednesday, July 10, 2013 10:49 PM

This Saturday. A jumble of many conflicting emotions.

Happy. That I can have the chance to see you in flesh and blood soon.
Scared. That things may not turn out to at least be what I least expect.
Lost. That I have no idea what to expect.
Apprehensive. That what were words may come true.
Anxious. To find out what will happen.
Confused. About what I really hope will happen.
Hopeful. That it will move on.
Contented. With the current status quo.
Fearful. Of the possibility that it may go downhill.
And many more that I can't find the words to describe.
But to sum it all, u.n.c.e.r.t.a.i.n. in all ways.

Make it or break it. Only time can tell.

♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road