Contemplative. Diving deep into my ocean of thoughts.
Shivering. I see flickers of ray shining in.
Wonder. The beauty surrounds me.
Amazement. I have only One person to share this with.

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I wonder if we lose our friends as we grow older.
We lose them because we simply stop seeing each other in a structural context.
And we never dared to make that first phone call, we never broke out of that shyness, and none of us dared to take the step of asking the other out.
Or maybe, we never had enough time, rushing off into our daily lives.
Living life as if we are its slave, to meet up to the daily quota life imposes on us.
Since the consequences gives us so much trepidation.
Yet the consequences of losing a friend seems more immense, to some of us.
When the courage has been kept aside for long enough, now taken out of the nostalgic freezer, we find that everything is so fragile, we are afraid of being turned down, we are afraid that it might be awkward.
And just like a story which has no ending, so is the friendship.
Like a piece of music, there is no...distinct last note, it just abruptly
Stops
.
We may argue that all friendships has no proper last note, but at least the music plays on, the story goes on.


I wish i could shrink all my precious and treasured friends down to little gems. Bring them along with me to wherever i venture and whatever i endeavor in this life. Yet, i guess most stories i set out to write, will be left incomplete, and i would have to part with them eventually.

However, i had the chance to hold my pen, and craft these precious stories.
Some lines might be regrettable, lessons to learn at those points.
And other lines, will simply make me beam with smiles.
One thing is final, i hold my pen, and i choose to write lines, that makes people smile.

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In a few years to come, i will not study anymore, i will be off fighting for a greater cause in this world.
I will feed the hungry!

I showered. I thought. How would it be when i die, and at my funeral, who would turn up?
For those whom i wish to see, will they be there? Will they be informed?
My greatest victory in life, is not how much i earn, but how many turns up for my funeral.
They may cry, but their faces will be lit with smiles.
Because i made that difference in their lives.

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Conviction grips me,
I know
I am
So much more than this.

And you can be,
No you will be,
If you just,
Just
Use your imagination,
And
Let your imagination beget
Your conviction.

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One day after i get out of this routine life, i will start describing each day, with either 3 words, or 3 lines. The arrangement is worth noting.

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I found this on my childhood friend's blog.


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Captivated. At the heart of the ocean, lies this seashell.
Mesmerized. I found what i was searching for.