For I have too long forgotten how your breath feels on my skin
Though we never quite share any moments
of the lines that would under expectation
be trace and count upon
Failure of circumstances
bring mine against yours
with forever it being written
How I ponder on this very triviality
With wary foaming in laughters
hiding the senses and feelings
for pride and unhinging ties
Vicious pretense to awe
calamity of the storm
If they would let me hear you breathe once more
There would be no words for you to hope for
To Abandon The One
A couple of days and I would no longer be a child. At least by the looks of my age. I do not quite understand the notion of a celebration of a birthday. Cakes and present are not necessarily my cup of tea when being reminded that I am no longer a 10 years old.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Blazin Chavs
Reminiscing the days when Chavs were quite of a celebration. Had a laugh with a friend on how un-cool the lads were. I believe people by now should know to not trust kids who pretend to be rapping around while hanging out in an unfinished road.
There is one brilliant youtube commenter saying 'I bet they're working in Tesco now'. It is a bit insensitive to degrade Chavs, but it is a spot on observation on kids who does nothing better than form a giant group of un-funny boys.
The sad thing is, Martin Kelly could very well be one of these lads, from the view of the dodgy pictures posted. Regardless, he is still a talented young gun, not matter how much of a chav he may seem.
What a sad world we are living in today.
Hillsborough: 96
Growing up as a child supporting Liverpool FC, I was always quite aware of the tragedy that rendered 15th of April as date unlike any other.
Despite the sense of knowing an inch of such history, I was not in any shape to understand the situation when it happened, as I was not even born. Hence, no feelings ever developed or evaluated on the matter. However, as I entered Law School, I got the chance to understand the cases involving the Hillsborough Disaster, seeding greater effects in me. Reading the lines as I had placed myself as a spectator of the disaster itself apprehend my thoughts on how those involved would have felt.
A tremendous wave shook me and propel me into a realisation that it is more than a remembrance of those who never got the chance to return, but it is a catch on a band that pull those involved and the fans through the painful memory, cementing a recognition on how those lives shall never be forgotten.
To witnessed the aching minutes that took the lives away cannot be compared to anything remotely akin.
However, this had staple an image of football as a great sporting event. Since the tragedy, the 96 lives had been showered with tears and thought within and outside of The Reds circle. It had extended further into the football minds and hearts.
To know how one agonizing event consolidate the different crests and chants made it even more significant.
Words cannot be put together to express my thoughts and feelings on this particular matter. With this, my heavy heart goes to those who had been carrying the tears all the while.
"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." - Rafa Benitez
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