It Seems Unfair That the Sun Can Still Shine.

For a brief interlude, I actually managed to avoid blogging and fleetingly submerge myself in study.

But I feel like I need to write about this.
I don't feel like I can do much else.

I feel a compulsion,
to get it down,
to sort out my feelings.

I don't really know how I feel about this,
I'm not an absolute wreck.
But hanging about waiting for someone to come back or go away twists at your insides.

Others comfort and console,
and its nice,
being reminded of the support around you.

But you're not the one who needs help,
you're fine,
you're always fine.

But it hurts to know that she's suspended in an awful place.
Even life or death has a grey patch in between.
Where is your joie de vivre now?

And to watch the unstoppable crumble,
and preoccupy themselves with the mundane,

is painful.

They're not mourning,
there's nothing yet to mourn.
But they're all running scared
and preparing for the worst.

And everyday life
seems so

insignificant.

To good friends, thank you.

Ave Atque Vale.

Graduation.
Whether we pass or fail these coming weeks, we have crossed the finished line.
We have passed, regardless of exams, and we are onto the next chapter of our lives.

Never again will we walk these hallowed halls,
encompassing us and cocooning us from the outside world,
never again will some smiles flicker past our vision.
But we will always remember.

With echoes of memorable laughter, and the bittersweet tears of fond finales, we step forward.
Through the corridors that contained our merriment,
past dark corners we once visited,
and through the door through which we once entered.
Outwards and onwards.

To greet the world,
and hit it with all we've got.

If we fall,
we'll fall with grace.

But we'll get back up with a smile on our face.
Because until we reach the very end of our journey,
everything is possible.
Never let it be said that you failed,
if you walked the path til the end.

Stand up and show the world what you're made of
and cherish always the guiding light beaming from the brilliant past.

Its time to let go, and you're ready to go.
Release us,
you'll see,
we'll be the best we can be.

Class of 2010

Ave Atque Vale
Hail and Farewell.

Day Sixteen.

Your first kiss.

Grubby, her face broke into a brilliant beam and he responded with a wicked, chubby grin. Their eyes twinkle with mischief upon their dirt smeared faces, and their once white shirts rise and fall with their breathlessness from their tumble down the seemingly interminable flights of stairs connecting all five floors of the aging building.

They didn’t say goodbye, the two pair of friends. Too young yet, to understand “oceans apart”.

She went back, one day, years later. They revisited their friendship, briefly but blissfully. It was too distant in the fond past to last forever, but nevertheless, their second round of farewells were murmured sullenly, with the scuffling of feet.

Then, he stepped forward suddenly, as if driven on impulse and lightly planted a fairy kiss upon her still childish lips.

Heh, its weird reblogging my tumblr rather than tumbling my blog ^^

Its Not You, Its Me.

No, really, it is.

While I sit here,
sick in the stomach (from amazingly good desserts, not even followed by a meal D:),
I contemplate my impending doom.

I have a "goddamnit its now or never" plan
but as of yet, no alternate "escape plan".

Then I thought of all the things I should probably quit or partake in less of .
(Though we all know how that worked out last time, apparently I'm so technologically brainwashed that it is impossible for me to last more than 3 days without any form of social networking: i include tumblr in this, of course.)
Only to realise, I have, in fact actually been slowly drifting away from blogging,
so I hereby announce,
an open relationship.
I will revisit, intermittently.
Better a little than nothing, right?

Never fear, it is a sign that I am in some way working towards a (hopefully) bright and successful future!
Or so they tell me (:
See you on the other side,
or whenever I can't take it anymore in between!

On a more positive note: Summmmeerrr!
It's just around the corner and I can feel it in my entire being.
I'm so excited!
I don't remember ever looking forward to any season so much,
but maybe its the completely carefree tag of an endless holiday..
So much do, so much time to do it in, and this exhaustion will disappear by then goddamnit!

ps. the image has no relevance whatsoever for once, so I apologise but its just so darn pretty!

Tightropes and Rickety Bridges

Uncertainties?

Been there, done that.
Yet we can't just untick a box and opt to "unsubscribe" from them,
its just not that easy.

And if you haven't got any,
you're not living life,
you're not feeling.

We try to peer into the future,
but all we see is a fog so dense that its practically opaque,
we scan the horizon for glowing embers,
signs of an imminent but distant waiting bliss,
and we quiver in terror of shadows
that we try so hard to ignore.

But its okay,
we're taking a risk,
we're trying.

And as we step forward,
one foot in front of the other,
and teeter across the shaking bridge,
we inch closer and closer to the other side.
Who knows if the grass will be greener?
But its worth a shot isn't it?

Because these trials, obstacles and hurdles can be the path to overwhelming gratification.

Dying Days

The past week has been,
well,
busy.

And stressful.
As someone extremely unaccustomed to stress,
it wasn't particularly pleasant.

I became someone I don't enjoy being at certain point throughout the week.
And the hysterical edge that accompanied my driven-near-the-edge-to-the-borderline-of-completely-not-caring was certainly not a pretty sight to behold.

You can resent me all you like for not being one who feels the pressure much,
but it has its low lights too.
Once you stop caring,
there's nothing that's driving you anymore.

So, at the same time,
the week was somewhat reassuring.
Knowing that my uncertainties do still matter to me.
That despite what I might think,
time is running out,
and I will (hopefully) sprint the last stretch
and make up the lagging distance.

Its a little worrying though,
I didn't do all that much productive or effective preparation for the week.
But I made it through, and that's what counts I guess.

It was quite enjoyable week despite all the kafuffle,
it definitely housed one of my more memorable nights,
and I can feel the year ending.

I'm looking forward to it.

We're willing go the extra mile,
holding to our hopes of the dazzling and imminent future,
to reach our destination.
So be it.

For the lovely few who follow this blog, apologies for my lack of posts, it seems I run out of things to say after my run of biweekly updates. This dry spell will probably last a while given the nature of the next few months.
This post is crap but you'll have to make do I guess :P

Serendipity

serendipity (ˌsɛrənˈdɪpɪtɪ)
— n
	the faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident

And what blog would be complete without a post about it?

When all else fails to make you smile, serendipity will.
Whether it be coming across something gorgeous that screams your name, on sale,
or meeting someone you never intended, but could no longer live without,
serendipity is the warm glow of a firefly at night.
Small,
insignificant,
but infinitely more beautiful than anything else.

But you wouldn't have stumbled into the dewy field that night,
had you not jumped that fence with the siren red prohibition sign.
If you hadn't snuck out through the window,
and slipped into the night.

Because everything is only beautiful by comparison,
so if you haven't looked,
how can you be satisfied?

You won't find serendipity,
unless you chance upon it.
Give it a chance,
take a risk.
Let life take you where you've never been before.