Soundtrack Of My Summer

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“I Know You Want Me” by Pitbull kept ringing in my head since yesterday night! This song reminded me of the clubbing night with my team mates. Haha. Fun night but I was the first to get tired, as usual.

Ahh, I lost inspiration in blogging already! Give me inspirationnnnn! *Take a deep breathes*

… (Here it comes) :O

Tell me why?

Friendships, relationships, and bonds unbreakable, at once unique and at once irreplaceable, forged under stresses, tempered under time, only its maker can unmake it.

No matter how strong as they are, they are unable to withstand time. And the stronger they are, the longer they are, the greater the hurt. The illusion that these bonds offer; the comfort and security of an ideal is shattered.

We always go “Hey, let’s meet up real soon okay?” At the end of the day, none of us really bother or even care to do anything.

For better or for worse, inevitably it must end. It always does. We can no longer replace them in our hearts, our minds, and our souls. We are only left with their memory. It lingers on, bittersweet. No longer will we sit and talk in the same way. No longer can we meet and eat in the same way. No longer will we be same again, except in our memories.

Optimism endures as I imagine friendships holding strong. Cynicism reigns as I think about the past friendships or relationships I’ve had.

I think the hardest part being a human is maintaining a relationship. Be it friends, family or with the special someone.

We are always so caught up with our current lives that we do not even make the effort to contact our old friends; friends that played a part in your lives, friends that made you a better person, friends that make a difference.

Maybe the problem lies with time. As the clock ticks, time passes, people changes. I’ve changed. As a 20 year old, I see the world differently as compared when I’m 16.

For example: When I’m 16, I go for the material stuff. Things that make you feel better as a person; people will think you’re cool to hang out with. But now, it doesn't really matter to me that much.

Friends used to tell me:

“Hey, you’re 20. Why are you still dressing up like this? Why are still carrying stuff like this? You should grow up. Why are you doing this sport? I don’t see the fun in it”

I’ll think to myself, if you’re a real friend of mine, you’ll accept me for who I am and supports me. Stop trying to change me because I like the way I am and I love the things I do.