faith often appears where least expected and falters where it ought to thrive.

it sucks to see the people around you hurt and not being able to offer comfort.
it sucks to see a relationship fade before your very eyes and not being able to mend it.
it sucks to see everything spiraling down but not being able to catch even a snowflake.

then again.. the only consolation is:
you can be there, for who you are, and that is enough moral support.
you can be there, still the same ol' you, and revive that spark of friendship.
you can be there, just standing there, to lend a helping hand when the world crashes down.

well well.. the junehols have started and all us jc peeps are like marathon runners who, on the sound of that resounding bang of the gun, started the sprint of our life. it becomes a matter of pacing for if you fail to do so, you either burn out or get surpassed. okay, technically our race started last year but don't you think the june hols marks a time where everyone starts on the same line, with the same passion to chiong all out? well, maybe for most. i think i have a queer mind that works with random, and admittedly stupid analogies.. but hey, it's 'personal voice' right?

dance dance dance! i miss those times training for uptown girl, how i got so confused and felt so small cos everyone was like woah.. but then on stage, the feeling was awesome with everyone in sync and to the beat. then came candyman, whose rigous struck me hard too. but yet it came out even more fantabulous that anyone could imagine. that camaraderie and zest that sparkled in unison. we wow-ed and were wow-ed. how bout that. vi life brought our penguin dance to all star and that retro ever-superb batch dance and ulp trainers damn cool dance. so who says we save lives and nothing else.
and now it's whether i can commit and reignite this flame of passion while running the race? it's tempting.. opportunity cost?