Limbo

Him and her.
They were as they have always been... Or not. Something was a bit different, but neither wish to acknowledge it.
We are friends. So they said, but in their hearts, they have crossed the borders of friendship. Families have wrecked hell when they found out him and her, together. They were unapproved. Therefore, they give up. We will be just friends.
How? When deep inside, you long to see each other so much that it hurts. How? When just being with you makes the world brighter.
We are just the bestest of best friends. She smiled and looked at him. He did the same. In sync.
She told me quietly, I have never regretted, however short those days were. Because we have truely loved then.
They were probably buying time. Able to spend even a minute more by your side, able to breath in your smile for one more hour, able to drink in your voice for one more day. Until the day they graduate, until the day they part ways. Until the day when a choice had to be made.
I met them one day. Two people walking side by side, a tall dark figure contrasted by a small fair one. They were going off to study together, walking slightly apart, each hugging their own textbooks. The light threw their shadows on the ground, hand in hand, close to each other.

Birthday in Putrajaya

This one looks so philosophical. Feels like the person is pondering over something.






















































I like this one the best.

???

This is life.

I looked at myself and wonder who I am.

I always tell people what I feel about my time. When I was in high school, I used to fall asleep in class (as usual), and I would dream about having next week's class. But when I woke up, I'm still in this week's class. In my dreams, we are already at the 8th chapter, but when I woke up, the teacher is still lecturing at the 7th chapter. Strange enough, when we are having the 8th lecture, the contents do appear very familiar...

I've left high school for a year, but it seems like 5 or 6 years now. I keep going back, expecting everyone I know has graduated, but returned to find some familiar faces still. I always feel very confused about time.

Don't feel like my age at all. But then that kind of things varied a lot between individuals... Some people are very mature at a very young age due to life experiences and education, while some are just plain kids for their age. Not sure what I am... What's my age again?

Maybe I should be a boy instead of a girl? Maybe I should be that instead of this. No way of finding out which way is the best, as there's no turning back...

The one in the mirror smiles at my shocked face. This is really a bit too weird...