• The transcript of everything in my mind

    Life is colourful but....


    Before you guys start reading. I would like to remind you peps that this post is full of words.








    Time passed really fast. With a blink of an eye, 4 months had already passed. I miss my form 3 life. The joy of running around, playing a fool, and studying with friends is stuck to my mind. The images of my past year is a constant reminder of how fun schooling can be. However,this year, the science subjects struck fear into me especially additional maths. I had difficulty hanging on. I find it very difficult to understand things. Sometimes I just feel like breaking apart.

    After the first term examination, I took the initiative to revise everyday. Somehow, something is keeping me away from books. Everytime I study, I will doze off.

    Now, everything is bad for me. I keep get stomachaches and headaches,the busy life of a secretary is getting to me, and the challenging life of a girl guide is killing me, psychologically and physically. The stress had got to me and hell is breaking loose. I seek for support but not even my family is there for me. The arguments at home tears me apart, for the sight of arguments between family members is always a painful thing. Friends are not usually true and I refuse to trust them entirely with all my feelings and secrets. Sometimes I try to seek support from him, but I know, he will not be there for me everytime I need him. All I had to do is to rely on myself and try my best to get over everything by myself.

    I cry for no reasons sometimes. Some people ask me why, but I couldn't tell them how I truly feel, the way things had gone for me and the things that had happened to me. I pray every single day, hoping life would change, hoping that there will be a turning point in my life right now. I ask God, why did he give me such a miserable year. I've got no answer, but deep down my heart, I knew God had given me such a year for some reasons that I will never know.

    As I lay on my bed every night, I think about everything that had happened. I believed that this was a test made only for me. I try to convince myself to think about the positives and have faith in everything I do.

    I am sitting here at this very second, still wondering what life has to offer. All I can do is just pray for the better and believe in myself.

    Signing off,
    Michelle The Great! (:
    Just hold me in your arms, make me believe that you're the one. [:

    Ilovenicholas

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    Best Movies Ever

    • Theory of Everything (2014)
    • Cloud Atlas (2012)
    • Forest Gump (1994)
    • Life is Beautiful (1997)
    • Saving Private Ryan (1998)

    The best things that I love and constantly yearn for

    • A functional DSLR
    • A tripod
    • Antique watches and furniture
    • Chocolates
    • Cookies
    • Gerbera & Camellia (flowers)
    • Great watercolor set
    • Little notes from others
    • Mantis Shrimp
    • Tea (seriously, English Breakfast)

    People I admire

    Johann Johannsson
    Wes Anderson
    James Marsh

    Nuffnang

    Lexicon Corner

    occhiolism

    n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.


    Words by http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/ because come on, it's BEAUTIFUL.

    The person behind this blog

    The person behind this blog

    She is a 21 year-old awkwardly enthusiastic individual who loves the idea of photography and is constantly looking for opportunities to travel around the world.

    She loves lounging the around the house watching TV shows and movies in her pajamas while sipping tea (English breakfast is the way to go).

    If you wish to make her happy, buy her candy, but do not lure her into dark alleys with those. Also, she finds it stupid to refer to herself as a third person.

    Michelle Y.


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