its killing me. inside out.

times like these always makes me think about those choose-your-ending kinda storybooks i read when i was a kid. the kind that gives you several choices on what the main character does.. then you flip to that page. and you can always flip back to read what the other choices leads to.

with life, i can obviously only imagine. can't quite find the words to pen my thoughts down. its just that it feels quite hard to move on. just wanna let my buddies know, i think about yall all the time.


ON TO OTHER THINGS. kinda just got back from malaysia. about 4 days ago. from the expedition with the climbing club. the waterfall we hopped around on rocks across the water and trekked up for looked like a fairytale. the kind of fairytales bambi lives in. the mist, the trees, the grass... looks like the kind of backdrop they use in jurassic park movies too. without the lizards.

but the peak we trekked 5+++ hours up for was so.. nothing like what you would imagine would be like on a mountain top. the air was so still, the space so small, and everything around over the edges was white. it felt like we were in a film studio. with the background to be graphically inserted.

anw it feels good to be home. now everytime i wanna dream of a place i can dream of the waterfalls.