Life is timed.
Life is ticking by second, by second. Don’t take it for granted, because what you have now, you may not have in two seconds, or two minutes, or two hours, or two days, or two years. Treasure what you have at this moment in time. I will. I promise.
Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.
Mornings in Scott.
I don’t have a name for this one, but I liked it, so I decided to upload it. Just another morning in Scott.
Not pretty enough.
Okay, clarification first. This is a picture of my best friend, Kristy. She’s absolutely beautiful, inside and out. She’s kind, and she’s pretty, and to top it all off, she’s smart. She, like everyone else, also has her negative points. She can be annoying, and stubborn, but she’s my best friend.
This photo is named ‘Not pretty enough’ because of the way she’s standing and the way this photo looks overall. It’s like she’s trying to peer in the mirror, but she’s scared of her reflection, and the fear that many of us - especially girls - have: the fear of not being good/ pretty enough. Atelophobia, the phobia of being imperfect, or incomplete. But you know what? You’re pretty. You’re more than just pretty. You’re beautiful. For some aspect or another, you are. And someone, I assure you, sees that in you and loves you for it. You don’t have to be scared to look in the mirror. You don’t have to be ashamed. Because you were made this way, and someone, I promise, loves you for the way you are - nothing more, nothing less.
Delivery man.
I like this photo. It’s a little dark though, don’t you think? Another one of my photos from my expedition to the doctors. A busy day for Mr. Delivery man. A moment in my name to express our thanks for him, delivering whatever it is he’s delivering on that dangerous, rickety looking motorcycle.
Good morning, world.
Justin Chan, my guru picked this photo for me. It was 6 in the morning. This morning, I woke up for school and decided to take a quick picture of the view outside my window. It was quite dark, for Hong Kong, I mean. The bridge wasn’t alight and there weren’t many cars about. It was like the world wasn’t awake yet. I love the feeling, when you wake up earlier than everyone else. It feels so… Good. Just good. There’s not a specific word for it, but it feels great. It’s like you get to see the world wake up, one by one. The lights turn on one, by one, by one. And the streets slowly fill with more, and more cars. It feels like you’re waking the world up.
Suffocated words.
Do you have things you want to say? Things which are pressed back because of certain reasons, or certain people, or certain consequences? There are things that we’re not allowed to say, because our parents don’t allow us to. There are secrets that we can’t share, because we made promises. There are feelings we want to express, but can’t because we’re scared of the result. But shouldn’t they come out? They deserve a chance too, don’t they? Words that overflow in your mind, the speeches to people whom mean a lot to you that you prepare in your head, the confrontations, the witty comebacks, the apologies, the mad raging, the loud declarations of love. They all deserve a chance, don’t they? Cause sometime or another, they’ll come out.
This one was hard to write - it took me about 15 minutes. Because those words came out all wrong. They just wouldn’t make sense. Because they’ve been suffocated for such a long time that they now have a mind of their own, and they’re all talking at the same time, in a crowded space. Inside my head. And I’m scared. I’m claustrophobic.
Small flower.
This flower is one that I used to, and still pick as a child. They come in big clumps of red, yellow, orange, and pink. I don’t have much to say about this photo. Esmond picked it. But, I like them.
