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Sunday, July 3 10:54 PM


Held by the mesh of entangled threads, your strength tries to weave itself free from the clutches of wayward outcomes. Strengths, in its best form, given to every single one. Special abilities and the different personalities were carefully thought out and crafted by our Maker. So have our future.

Life portraits a surreal painting - so unpredictable but God-handled. Then, music starts being part of your life. You find yourself craving to hear songs you always listen to and inspire you most. They bring out certain tunes and lyrics to describe emotions. those that you find hard to express. Those tunes, so memorisable as the lyrics lingers in memories. the different type of songs stir myriads of emotions within you. Songs, they make you sway with the rhythem as you indulge yourself.

Then, you soon realise you want to waltz to the music. Entertainment, they become popular among the people around you. Her fingers play finely on the black and white keys. Classically, she plays sentimental pieces on the grand piano.

We all know that certain things remain but somethings do not. There, we need recollection of the past to compare with the future. So they say, take a photograph to remind you of things you might one day forget. Write down every special event that took place so you will remember. Reminiscences, they play a major part in life. To look back upon the memories you once had bring most certain pleasure, while others grudges.

Yes, like i've said, like is like a race. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets it, there's always someone who must give. Some plays it like a game. Gmabling their life away like there is no tomorrow. Showhand; the cards they play. Cruel clutches that roped you down. Once you have all the cards you need, lay them down on the table. Some debts are like between the jaws of life and death. And there you have it, reality at play. These entertainments that make you part of them.

Love, in its purest form, given to us by those close to our hearts. Yes, it is true that love is patient and love is kind. But for many, it does not prove it. Never underestimate a mother's love for her children, so sincere yet so warm. It portraits a scene of a gardener planting seeds outside his house. Everyday, he waters them, making sure they grow up to strong healthy plants. A mother's wish for every child is to grow to a person of character. And everyday, she patiently plants the roots of love onto her child. God's love for us is magnificent. More than what we ask for. He gives and provides for us more than sufficient.

The aspects in life from my point of view.

My camera broke! :( One of my precious i must have wherever i go. Disappointment, deeply.

Stella ; Thanks for making those grossy glue + paper + water. Haha. loveya.
Julia ; Hot chic! (: thanks for your encouragement! love.
Kailin ; Thanks girl! I'm alright now. It was just that small moment of disappointment. I don't think you'll love my camera now, it's broken! I get what you mean. Joel was super reluctant to take photo with us, so can't blame his smaile. hahaha. love ya!

loved