sometimes we try hard enough to keep ourselves up to the tempo,
then we stumble a little, fall a little beyond the expectations.
but when we look down on our feets, we realise we've been moving all along.

we're all heading towards the right place,
we think we gave enough and its time to lax a bit,
but each we think more about it, we realise we've came short. so short.
and its through this, we go on again. the fear of lacking what we've so desired keeps us movin.
and i respect it, and i love it. its a cycle, a wonderful one.

its a funny feeling, really
it feels you are sandwiched between two pieces of thick blankets,
so comfortable, yet so suffocating.
so strange yet so homey.
but in the end, sweetness outlasts everything.

senseless things aside, im looking foward to the weekends! (:
i realised recently i've been really really living for the weekends.
the week passes with a blur, yes, like sotong, and im with another week again.
obviously, i come alive during weekends. haha!
i do my countdowns daily peeps. im a desperado, for weekends. im in love with weekends.

we'll keep hanging on, keep growing. our hearts' with You.
i place F1 into Your hands..