I really like taking pictures. The world changes when you view things from a viewfinder and the world just freezes a moment when a shot is captured. When you look back at things you realise that it’s something that can never be replicated. It stress-relieves me the most bit. Sometimes, i secretly wished that i took ultra amazing photos but that would mean i would not appreciate what others took. Once again, i’m lost at a point i’m trying express.
Not knowing what you’re actually saying is a bad habit but i’m surprised at what crap i can cook up sometimes.
Here’s my new space Take a peek into my world and tell me what do you think about the things i see through my camera lens.
Build a dam with the world, make it with invisible blocks
Close your ears and only listen to what you want
Foes everywhere, foes who can’t understand me
Cold glares, in the past I was coated with thorns
I will overcome the world
I have a path designated for me
Now I can do it for sure
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Last week and this… Life can be full of shit. Honestly. There’s a 101 things that can occur simultaneously that sometimes you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore. Sometimes you don’t even know how you’ll go about doing it. Other times you just feel like letting a few of the things go. Here comes the shittiest part – you can’t let go.
I’ve made many bad choices. Now they’ve become nightmares and they keep haunting me occasionally. Not because i did anything wrong but it’s because of my conscience and i don’t feel good about the way about some decisions were made.
I feel like writing a story – a novel. One that has chapters and winding explanations about the slightest details. About emotions and life and how the protagonist has learnt valuable lessons. I want to write something that when people reads it, says it’s good and hopefully remember.
But be truthful, how many times have you read a book and clean forgotten about it a few months or years down the road?
It’s just a thought. Just a feeling.
Can FYP please end earlier? Like maybe end of this month or something? I will be grateful.
I love it when people give nice comments on my blog. When they comment on some poem/thought thing which i’ve clean forgotten about. It’s really nice to see a previous and be reminded “oh i wrote that”.
FYP. I really hope it’d end just this instance. I don’t like any part of the process. It’s not fun and somehow it makes me feel like i won’t talk to some of group mates after the whole thing is over. I’m not afraid of that. I’m afraid of that fact i still got to see them even though i know the probably outcome of our relationships.
Come november 27th. I pray that everything will be alright.
I also don’t know who is true and who is not. I spend more time watching my back that to progress forward.
Sometimes i wish i can see everything through a camera lens. And when the perfect moment comes, a snap is all it takes to remember everything. A lifetime can be spent studying a person’s motives and true intentions from their emotions.
In my heart, i’m not too sure if i want to continue with engineering in the U. I’ll tink about it, pray about it and maybe see how things go. I started this course with great ambitions and interest but as time passed and after so many things… i’m not too sure anymore.
I’m not too sure of myself sometimes.
I wish there was more hours in a day but the same number of days in a year remains and people will still live to and average age of 85.
But that means i’ll have more time to think about her.
I wonder if she thinks that way.
