it's all about me
Joohniam Lew Jun Hui.
14August'90
18+ years old
Simei ITE
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How do we remember?
Is the brain a jar that holds our memories?
Then when we die, does the jar break?
Are our memories spilled on the ground and lost?
Or is the brain a map that leads down twisted paths and into hidden corners?
Then when we die, the map is lost but perhaps some explorer could wander through that strange landscape and find out the hiding places of our misplaced memories.
I guess it was never meant to be...But just something we have no control over....and that's what destiny really is
I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe, but I know that there's something beautiful in my imperfections; the beauty that he held up for me to see. The strength that I will never be able to say.
I love when the sky is gray. When the dawn paints the roofs of the buildings and the sun is still hiding. The city is ours then. Right before everyone takes over, right when everyone is still sleeping. It’s hard to notice that it’s so cold when it’s this pretty.
I've been nothing but myself since the day I was born, and if you can't see that it's your failing, not mine.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
COPY FRM NICA
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. And as we grow up,
we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will.
It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don't want to lose someone, even if they don't deserve our forgiveness. Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
With equal passion, I have wished to understand the hearts of people around me. I have wished to know why the stars shine. Maybe one day, someone would answer the questions of the heart.
Yours truly, Nica ♥
10:14 AM
