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World's best bartenders and cocktail flairers.

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There's seriously SOOOOO many things I want to learn and looking forward to after A levels.
It's going to be tremendously exciting.
I can't wait.

Realization

She sat there, on the ledge, savouring the tingling breeze as it swept past her toes in mid-air.
Why was she here?
How many times has it been?

Closing her eyes as she tilted her head towards the dark, haunting sky.
She numbered the stars one by one, each with a reason for being there.
With every star, the hurt inside her seemed to exacerbate even more.

Filled with angish, she clenched her heart as forceful as she could, longing for the pain to diminish.
But with every thought of it, the hurt became even more excruciating.


From top to toe, by just looking at her, one could recognize the weightage of her frustration.
Disheveled hair, dark eye rings from sleepless nights, biting lips and scars on her arms and legs from penknives.


Was it over?
What can compare to what this girl has been through?


She stood up.
Her malnourished feet felt the cold marble floor at the edge of the building.
Watching her tear drops fall 30 stories down to the ground.

She took out her phone.
24 missed calls.
With all the arm strength that's left in her, she flung it as hard as she could.
Waiting a few seconds before she heard it crumble and crash into pieces of nothing.
Will she be next?


Anticipating her final steps, she took a deep breath of midnight air.
Looking down below, her feet started to shiver.
She shut her eyes with all her might, preparing for the final leap of her 16 years.
Does her family want to know where she is?
What about her friends?
Who in the world cares if she made the biggest mistake in her life now?




"I care, because I love you."



A sudden realisation.
A crucial skip of her beating heart.
A sense of calmness sunk into her body.
A feeling of warmth, serenity and security.
She hesitated for a moment and retreated by a metre from the edge.

"Who, who is there who loves me?"


"I do, for you are My daughter, and I love you for who you are."


She dropped to her knees as she broke down in tears.
Out of everyone, she had forgotten the One who loves her the most.
Disappointed with people's actions and words, she had forgotten the One who is capable of meeting her expectations.
Upset with fluctuating emotions, she had forgotten the One who can provide her with perfect love.



She climbed down the ledge, swaying with emotions, but saved in the spirit.

Check, Yes Juliet

2 more weeks and it'll be here.
4 more weeks and it'll be over.

When I was in secondary school, we used to have a cement wall like those in army camps where soldiers had to jump and climb over them.
A few good friends of mine and I will take turns to run from far till we gain enough momentum and confidence to out-climb each other.

There were a few times when situations like this happened.
From afar, it looked so tiny and easy to overcome.
But as I got nearer, fear started to sink in and I would break hard just in time at the foot of the wall.
The foot of the wall.
It was only at that point when I realised what a giant I was facing, not what I saw when I was a few metres away.
I would then try and try again until I was confident and managed to make it over to the other side.


Right now, there is no "trying again and again".
I only have one shot at it. (who would aim to get retained??)

Fear creeps to many hearts during this leg of the race, making the cement wall seem so huge as the day approaches.
Choose to see it differently.
Although we walk through the valley of death, we shall fear nothing.


Make that cement wall look so small that you are capable of walking over it without much effort.

Or death or all his friends

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Look at me and see me inside out.
I shall be transparent before you.
I will turn to you.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield.

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It's not really concrete yet, we're just earning capital first.

This is the only product we are currently selling.Mary Janes

We take orders, customize and then design up to your expectations.
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Coach me

One might say that things in life have a way with themselves.
Maybe they are forced.
Or do they come by for a reason or purpose to make us better/worse off.


Seasons change.
People change.
Characters and personalities change.

And somehow, we are faced with a challenge to choose.
What we truely desire to have.


We are riduculed everyday with different senarios and situations.
Bombarded with perplexing questions and unwanted thoughts.
Pressed hard on every side.
But are we shaken?
Do we shatter into bits and pieces?

That's your decision.



We humans, by nature, want things our way.
Badly.
We desperately cling on to things that seem impossible to attain.
Unaware that the more we hang on, the more we will never even be able to smell it.

We can't let go of things from the past.
Neither do we choose to embrace what is set before us which may help us in our current situation.
Stubborness gets the better of us.
"It's either my way or I'm not going anywhere!"



Acceptance is the key to our questioning minds.


Take it this way,
It's 20 seconds from the end of the game.
The crowd is anxious.
Your team is frustrated.
You can't seem to make the hoops.
You're down 83-85 and all you need is a shot from one of the star players.
Your basketball coach tells you to make the pass, and sends the team off.

The crowd stands and cheers as the game starts rolling.
Some with hands clutched tight to one another.
Others with arms in the air, counting down to the final whistle.

You have possession.
Your buddy's waving his arms, signaling for the pass.
You stand frantically behind the white line of the semi-circle.
"I can do this, once I get this in, it'll be all over."

You take one last glance at your buddy as you prepare for the jump.
But all you could feel was his disagreeing angish from his expression.
Your eyesight becomes myopic as you release the ball from your palms.
Slowly, you stand in dispair.

Stubborness, to selfishness, to weariness, to guilt and regret.



Sometimes, we do not need concrete evidence to prove that things will go right.
He knows what will happen and why things happen.
He knows what's best for us even if we ourselves aren't aware.
He is our coach, the one who has been through it, lived through it, and understands it all.
When He says it, we listen.
Seldom do we need to question.
Never do we have to doubt.


Listen to what your coach has to say.
It's good advise.

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knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door.
press, press, pressing on heaven's doorbell.

"Please enter."