just a lump of flesh?

We were looking at each others' legs the other day and...

I thought my bicycle scars make me unique. Apparently everyone has them too!


But I guess we all have different stories, each unique and tailored to our own scars.

What's your scar stories?

under the sun

Under the warmth of the spring's sunny glow, of bold and bright, one can only hope for bliss, an ethereal world only concocted by a mind of a poet. Clear skies, and the stillness of the air, almost tranquil, a sense of calming, familiarity, comfort, home.

Childhood memories finds its way out. I lifted out my hand, allowing a dandelion seed to gently land on it. The shadows that formed seemed to grow under my feet as the sun commence. Cares and stress that have etched on our faces seemed to have swept away. The golden hue which envelopes our soul made sure we see beauty everywhere.

Much promise is seen in the beams of our reflection. Much dreams are made under the rays of hope. The Sun is everlasting. It represents a sense of hope, trust, worth, and love... always. It's p'wer reigns upon us, always there, high above, like an eye in the sky, keeping watch on all of us.

I stole a glance across... breaking free from my reverie.

besame much o..

One for sorrow, two for joy,
three for a girl, four for a boy,
five for silver, six for gold,
seven for a secret, never to be told,
eight for a wish, nine for a kiss,
ten for a time of joyous bliss.

- Counting Crows -

with needle and thread

A few weeks back... (yes call me a procrastinator), the button of my shorts came loose. At that point, with the coursework datelines looming, I could not be bothered. And I have no one to ask for help. So I just washed it.. the shorts of course.. and left it lying in my drawer.

What does this mean? Should I lose weight? Should I just turn my pants into rags? But it's still fairly new.



I guess I achieved something today...

Broken seams, torn fabrics, loose buttons. They all can be fixed. Although it may be untidy initially, with practice, they can look as if they were brand new.

All with needle and thread...

come outside. it's spring!

The sun is out, colours have returned in place of grey,

Greyness soaked and dissipates away.
Shades are lit up, warmness overcomes gloom,
A flower never needs to know how to bloom.

-JL-

stronghold

Rocky ledges, shifting sands. Which would you rather be? Something which endures, everlasting; or something which crumbles, cursory.

What kind of foundation is your life built based on? I choose the one which weathers all storm.