People of the Rain.

Rain shooting (:

This post would probably be inspired by a trip to the pool, in the midst of the most crucial exam in our lives thus far. And perhaps certain events that have transpired, certain conversations that have prompted me to evaluate the things I believe in and stand for.

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I would like relish in the overly simplistic and childishly idealistic dream of mine if I could.

That this world doesn’t contain goodbyes, just an ‘I’ll see you again later.’ I really do. Yet I can’t. For it is this very pragmatism and moving force that drives us, as the Big Friendly Giant said in Road Dahl’s BFG, human beans. We’re human, and at time we’re beans. Consumed by the moment, never perfect but always possess a soft spot or two for the things close to us. And it is perhaps this soft spot that I’d be writing this.

A friend. What some might call a close companion, others, an acquaintance. To some, people to pour their woes upon, share their delights with, to another, a source of inspiration, a driving force.

I’ve made loads of acquaintances over the years. And as we enter yet the next phase of our lives, even our closest friends become less close, best friends might just drift apart to find newer ones. And it is really something to bemoan, for one might argue, why befriend if we were to part eventually? Or the cliché statement, why love if you’re not loved back, or if it turns its back against you at the end? I’ve a friend whose statement I found really true, that as we age, friendship never is as simple a word as it would be when we were younger. Think exploitation, selfish gains and vested interests. Man, and his darker nature. 

But yet I do not fully agree with this statement. Yes, interests do come into play. But doesn’t character, background, appearance, status all come into play as well? We can befriend, just purely for the simple sake of making an acquaintance, a friend, no? To laugh together while we’re feeling happy, or to come together to share our sorrows, just to be there for the other. What makes one a good friend. What makes one not? There isn’t really a concrete answer to the question, rather, the individuals perspective.

I could think that at times people are easily swayed. Be it by the seductive words of persuasion, or the hunger for personal gain, or the altruistic pursuit of happiness. But then again, as we look at the most extreme of cases, why is it justifiable in the individual’s standpoint that one commits foolish acts against the most logical pathways of thought? Could anyone explain how one would be willing to go the extra mile for a close friend? Go against one’s principles to keep a friendship strong? Or how an individual could be ruined by the presence of the wrong company? I can’t, to start.

But it is more the belief of the individual, I think. I would like to believe that I treasure my companions, if possible, look out for those around myself. The closer of friends, at least. And yes, at times I do berate myself for being too attached and allowing my emotions to take over. To think of the well-being others when I should care more for myself.  I’ve been told. But it won’t change, not in the near future. Friends, I believe are the next best thing closest to family. A salve to the wounds that life may inflict, a firm arm to help one to his feet, a source of inspiration, and a companion. And this is what I believe in. 

Yeah, BFG, yeah. We’re beans at times. Unable to process our thoughts, dumb and wide open to hurt. But that is what in essence makes us human.

This rain filled morn'

People. Mirrored reflections of the other. 

Seemingly alike, yet starkly different.

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Rain, thunder, tear asunder. The Earth weeps.

For the things that could and would but were never meant to be.

2 kids and a dslr.

Something done, over and over again. Also known as a routine.

Today was surreal.
Other than the fact that I was mosquito fodder, besides the darn bites on my arms and that walking was a chore and butterfly was impossible with the sprain, I'm a happy boy today. Heh. 11 days, friend, 11. But I'm not complaining. Today was great.

 

70c.
It's become a routine that we share,  hasn't it? ;D
7tenths the swimming pool entry.
350percent the amount we pay for locker rentals.
120c, a good 120c well spent, if we were to count a second for a cent.Yeah?

Seventy cents. It's the price of a cup of grass jelly drink. Refills, anyone? (:

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I want to photograph these beautiful memories that I have, pen down these come-and-go thoughts, live in the moment, and delight in it.

Transpiration: The 2 Longest Weeks.

To the lost little boy trying to find directions and meaning to life: May you find it soon.

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It's been a good few days of breaks. And to think of, it's history. Most of it, anyway. I'm not complaining, haha. But yet I'm not feeling what I feel I'm supposed to feel. Just emptiness. A good sort of emptiness though. (: Perhaps it'll come in time. But in the midst of this very longest period of time, it dawned upon me, how change is always, and always would be a constant. Events, things, people, emotions. They change. 

That if we were to look back after a good period of say, 5 years, everything in the past wouldn't matter. True it is, if we were to spend a moment to think. Heated arguments dissipate, tensions deflate, unpleasantness put behind. What time does..

If I were to look back just barely a few years back, I'd probably have a narrower view on certain matters. That actually, effort equated reward. That this is a meritocratic world. That if one were to put in his best, put in his time, put in his heart, one will as the saying goes, reap what he sows. Yet as we've progress, that very view that I'd clung onto in the past has yet proven itself to be a myopic one. No longer is the validity of the so called principle of equivalent exchange. No, we live in an unfair world. We've to live with that. Some get it easy, they do not worry over mere trivialities while others do; some go scott-free for their mistakes, others face the music. It's a dog eat dog world. Pragmatism triumphs, selflessness unappreciated. And we can't change it. 

I do remember having conversations with a junior at the start of the year. I was asked on my view, whether I thought that everyone was born equal. Equal in intellect, equal in opportunities. I gave a yes at the time, everyone starts on an equal footing; after all we come into this world with naught to our names. We've equal developing opportunities. That hey, all is fair. I take that back. Perhaps I wasn't sensible. Perhaps I didn't want to face that very fact. That we don't actually get what we desire. We're don't, and we've to live with it. To be contented with what we currently possess, be satisfied with our achievements, be happy for and with the people around us, whether they get to know of it or not. Yeah, to learn to be happy.

But yet sometimes, just maybe sometimes, what if we're scared that if we allow ourselves to be happy for even one moment, the world's going to come crashing down and we won't be able to survive it? Should we continue to put up that all-time-cheery facade?

I havn't an answer.

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Somehow I've been hearing alot of this particular song. 

Shuffle, select or playlist. And somehow, I'm getting to like it. :):

'Cause when a heart breaks no it don’t break even.'

-The Script, Breakeven.

!@#$%^&*

T'was just you and me. We partaayyed 'cross the field, waltz through the mud.
Till we got caught. Let's do it again the next time, haha.

"We are all at our cores the sum of our fears. To face destiny we must, inevitably, face those fears, and conquer them. Whether they come from the familiar or the unknown."


Whether local, or Cambridge.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. (For the next month, at least) Hahah ;D
Till then, till then.


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Dave Barnes - When a heart breaks


No one ever told me
It would come to this
What began with such a promise
Would end with such a twist
I lean into the whisper
But I don't hear a thing

It's a tear in the dark
All alone in the car
In pieces, pieces
It's the sound of mistake
As I'm lying awake and
Sleepless, sleepless

This is the sound that's made
When a heart breaks

Everybody's laughing
Maybe that's just me
Does something unrequited
Mean it will never be
I lean into the whisper
But I don't hear a thing

It's a tear in the dark
All alone in the car
In pieces, pieces
It's the sound of mistake
As I'm lying awake and
Sleepless, sleepless

This is the sound that's made...

Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me here

Life, for now, I've come to fear
You've dropped me off and left me here
With nothing here to find my way
But the light you take as you pull away

Far ahead the brush is moving
There's others here and good still proving
Nothing's wrong, it's in my mind
Nothing's wrong and I'll be fine

It's a tear in the dark
All alone in the car
In pieces, pieces
It's the sound of mistake
As I'm lying awake and
Sleepless, sleepless

This is the sound that's made
When a heart breaks

Life as a freeloader - The Picture Journal.

When one ventures into uncharted waters.

When staring into space, reflecting.

When travelling, always a pleasure. Or not.

When study's on the mind.

Leisure - Creme de la creme. (Y)

When it's already the last few lessons.

When you get an unexpected gift. (:

When you get an invitation, to which: of course! ;D

When you spend the Halloween alone.

When you find, that hey, mornin's a brand new day, as you see it from the view out in the bus.

It's a period of roadworks. Like how we're reworking our emotions; how we're patching up our heart.

It's a crazy three weeks. If I'd pick up a new hobby, you'd better loan me that camera, you hear me. (:

Sigh. I miss the sounds of the train, the hum of the highway late in the night, being home. Living on your own. You have for one, freedom. Freedom beyond expression. No one's there to exert pressure on you. Limits off, restrictions removed. You're your own check and balance. Your own conscience. Yet the onus is upon yourself. To fulfill your own responsibilities. And I'd like to thank a few people whom have been my ears these weeks. Whom I've spent time talking to. Opened up to. Thanks. (:

May I have the strength to see through this month.

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Jason Walker - Down.

I don't know where I'm at
I'm standing at the back
and I'm tired of waiting

Waiting here in line
hoping that I'll find
what I've been chasing

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
so why do I try
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly
so why did I drown
I'll never know why it's coming down down down

Not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing

But I'm missing way to much
so when do I give up
what I've been wishing for

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
so why do I try
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly
so why did I drown
I'll never know why it's coming down down down

Oh I am going down down down
Can't find another way around
and I don't wanna hear the sound
of losing what I never found

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
so why do I try
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly
so why did I drown
I'll never know why it's coming down down down

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
so why do I try
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly
so why did I drown
Oh it's coming down down down