Adults always think that what is important to a nineteen years old is insignificant. But they forgot one thing - they were once nineteen years old too.
Throughout our youthful days, we fought for being in love and getting loved; handling multiple relationships and connections; keeping close friends and haters away; constant battle with stress levels; and dealing with procrastinations.
One thing that reminded us of our youthful soul - we cried a hell lot! For things that we want to forget, mistakes we want to set it right again, or memories that makes us smile.
As always, we got shoot down by those 'oh,
so wise adults' words, saying we are incompetent to achieve anything if we cried over the most trivial matter. But...
Hello dearest adults,
Weren't you once like me, like us, like a youthful nineteen years old?
We may cry for the most meaningless thing, but that is us, being us - Young and Naive.
Experiencing "first" may be a painful process, or it may turn out to be a wonderful lesson. Adults will always tell us what is right and what is wrong. What we should do and shouldn't do. Just because they have walked through the paths we are stepping on. Yet, our curious nature still wants to experience, sometimes going against the normal way.
At the end of the day, who is living my life? You or Me?
So, forget about the standard right track our parents plant for us. Forget about getting 4.0 GPA under high pressure. Forget about maintaining the perfect image. Because screw that, I don't want a miserable life.
It is perfectly fine to pause, look around, and just, trying to figure it out.
10 years later, when you look back at the selfies you kept inside dropbox(if it still exists), you may have certain regrets. But one thing is for sure, you definitely did enjoy yourself during your youth.
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xxx, YH.
Labels: Personal
She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
Her mind is made up of dictionary of sadness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,
The most meaningful haiku,
And the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
Seconds to love her,
And a lifetime to forget her.
-@lifepoems
What made her strong was
Despite the million things that hurt her,
She spoke of nothing,
Nothing, but Happiness.
- j.a
"I like to sing," She said, "When I'm the only one home."
"I like to draw," She said, "When no one is watching."
"I like to take pictures," She said, "When I'm alone."
"I like to write," She said, "When no one is reading."
"I like to be myself," She said, "By myself."
- a.r
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xoxo, YH.
Labels: Poem
Each day I feel like I'm falling for you all over again.
Falling in love with your smile, warm hugs, soft kisses, seductive smell and sly face.
Falling in love with how precious you made me feel about myself.
Falling in love with your way of making me feel at ease.
Falling in love with your flirtations that surprises me every time.
Falling in love with those daily selfies you took for me, just to make me blush and smile.
Falling in love with those whatsapp texts we share, filled with dirty little talks and words of care.
Falling in love with how you always managed to make my heart go "bedok bedok".
Falling in love with how you held my hand and slow down your steps just to match my pace.
Falling in love with how I think about you all the time and knowing you do the same too.
Falling in love with how you wipe away my tears with your thumb and give me the tightest hug.
Falling in love with how you pat my head like I'm your little girl.
Falling in love with your eyes which spoke a million words and revealing your inner soul.
Falling in love with the way your face lit up when you meet me.
Falling in love with how you turn your head away out of shyness because I told you that you are cute.
Falling in love with no matter how tired and sleepy you were, you would always make the effort to finish listening to my thoughts.
Falling in love with how you cuddle in me like a little baby boy.
Falling in love with your burning determination and the way you confidently tell me that you would be the best.
Falling in love with the way you stare at me so sincerely and lovingly.
Falling in love with your "Iloveyou".
And,
Falling in love with you falling in love with me.
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Let's pop the bubbles.
Break the barrier of bubbles and form our little world inside together.
Love you always, YH.
Labels: Personal
Do you know the importance of saying "see you again"?
Tell her that "I'm leaving."
「走了」 有很多种意思。
也有很多种可能 ......
可能从此不再相见；
也可能「走了的」终究会回来...
而在这里代表了... 再也没有
By: 《妹妹》 语录
Translation:
There's a lot of meaning and possibilities to
「I'm leaving」.
It may mean never seeing each other again;
it may mean those who left, will eventually
come back one day.
And in here, it means... Forever gone.
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Remember to say goodbye to your love ones.
Cos' you cannot guarantee that you will see them again.
And that's how regrets happen.
If they leave,
A fist to the head, a pool of tears or continuous apologies will not bring them back.
So, remember to say good bye or see you again when you leave.
-
I make my way down to her house.
Full of anticipation with images of scenario and words that we might say when we meet flooded my mind.
Step by step, I finally reach her flat.
I adjusted my top, raise my hand and reach for the door bell.
I stop. Put down my hand and hesitated.
'What if' thoughts came up to me.
I hesitated.
A few seconds later..
I've decided.
'Oh, screw that, whatever'.
I pressed the door bell firmly.
The wooden door open.
But it wasn't her whom appear, it was her father.
And next her mother came out to talk to me.
I'm not going to explain further what happen,
but I can say that,
I didn't get to see her again.
However, I know she's doing great in her life now.
And I'm honestly proud and happy for her.
I guess it is time to move on from my past.
"Tell her that 'I'm leaving'. Thank you and goodbye."
Was my last sentence. And
I left, in peace.
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xoxo, YH.
Labels: Personal
"I don't know which is scarier - To feel something or feel absolutely nothing."
Some days,
I feel everything at once.
Other days,
I feel nothing at all.
And I don't know what's worst:
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from the thirst.
By: (o.m)
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These feelings cling on to me like shadows, never leaving, always following. It is like a snap to the brain, suddenly feeling nothing at all after feeling so much before.
I don't know which is scarier. Those feelings or myself.
When I feel so much, I tend to share my feelings. And when I feel nothing, I'll get bored, utterly bored of the feelings and the people whom I wanted to share my feelings with.
I don't know which is scarier. People or myself. Or getting bored.
I fear.
From feeling so much to feeling nothing. From being compassionate to being heartless.
I don't know which is scarier. Heartless or myself. Or both.
I'm such a contradicting and confusing human being.
Unchangeable and Unstoppable.
I guess I just have to live with these feelings.
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xoxo, YH.
Labels: Personal
