i came across my old notebook and i remembered why i named this place love, for granted.

"What we hope to receive, we forget to give. As prudent as we might be, or pretend to be, in interpersonal friendships or relationships forged, we take in the intangible gift of love from our friends or lover, for granted. Love is an essential ingredient of trust, faith and joy, and other building blocks of emotional connectivity. Here we are, standing in this world, not as individuals but as families, races & religions, countries; as a society and as a global citizen. While a large proportion of relations between groups or companies reveal official purposes or hidden agendas, love needs no reason and no opportunity. Love is a religion in itself, for people not to worship but to believe in. As we trot along the tedium of a humdrum existence of love in a relationship, the sugar & spice of it is shaken out and more often than not fades into oblivion. For those who might think that the love has walked away, they are greatly mistaken. It is never the faith that forsakes the people, but rather the people who neglect the faith."

as much as those wise words are worth, the reasoning and philosophy of it is spent on us flawed beings who are either oblivious, indifferent or amnesic. 

recent happy moments that i've been having is seen with bus rides being a large constituent. i get to read the day away with an on-the-go playlist as the soundtrack of the novel. this book, about school bullying, has not only entertained but also enriched me with many illustrations parallel to sociology theories (which i had taken the liberty to share with chew who replied me with a simple stare that said you're being impossible.) and then i felt really sad for those in school who did all the shoving and those who were marginalised and i wondered if i'd known any such distinct fault lines around me in the 12 years of public school i've had. in a group as small as a class, it's hard to deny its presence but across the school, there probably isn't an entity commonly revered. i guess that's sth you can point out and go ha, see, we haven't lost our faculty of reasoning and our right to individual choice has not atrophied. (oh boy like that's going to save us all from doing a virginia tech or worse still, getting caught in the crossfire.)

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when you're silently, helplessly holding on to someone else's secret that is so black at its heart, you get to feel choked and stoked. but what if you not only get to be the secret keeper, you have to watch history in replay and the secret is bursting at its seams yet you know it is a battle with no defense? you get to be smothered till you realise that on the inside, you are shriveling up

today was celebrations as hardrock cafe and what a scene we were, going to great lengths in the effort of not only putting a transient smile on her delicate face but also imprinting an eternal one on her heart. for what she's done for us, it was the mighty least we could hand back to her in return. (whatever the politics may be, i find it unnecessary & unimportant)

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