Little Things

Hey Baymax, Thanks for making me cry my eyes out at this time of the night  (1.34 am on Aug 1st) This beautifully written story has taught me to not give up on hopes easily and to keep trying until I succeed.  Another being ;  "Don't be stuck in the past. It won't change what's gone." Feeling better and relieved now, thanks for asking. (If you didn't, I'm just saying) & Tadashi ,  you will always have a place in my heart.  With that said, hello August.

Certain days as I cycled home at night, often I hear my thoughts speaking out to me. I look up to the sky and adore their beauty only, to realize how we took so many things for granted. From the people we know, things we have and what we want. We occupy ourselves each day in our lives with our careers, studies and everything else that we are passionate about, Yet rarely we take the time to appreciate what has been given to us. To think of it, what makes us who we are today? As I am now struggling between assignments and projects, that you realize time is something that is so fragile yet being treated .  “We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.” Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper Also, it is because of them that I am fighting hard in this battlefield. Hoping to make them proud someday. On another note, I am very very thankful for the people I have in my life.  I know I couldn't thank them enough for withstanding...

It has been quite some time that I update my blog these days and now here I am again. & I can finally annouced that this is the hundredth post! Making this real quick as I have yet to prepare for two tests this coming Monday.  *prays that all goes well*  Anyway since I am in the mood today, shall give you guys a peek on the upcoming story  I'm working on. Enjoy and comments are very much welcome below! *** That rainy night. She was in turmoil, trying to convince herself that she made the right decision. A little voice in her heart speaks out and kept telling her to not give up. She thought about everything that happened before this and suddenly her tears welled up.  She didn't like the idea of her crying.  She thinks that crying symbolizes weakness, like all the other girls do when they see cockroaches. Again, the voice whispers "Hey, it's okay to cry."  She curls up and buries her ...