This adrenaline rush is good for my soul.

passion |ˈpa sh ən|noun1 strong and barely controllable emotion : a man of impetuous passion. 

You know you have a passion for something when even when you do things on impulse, it makes you happy. You don't regret. You never regret. You know you have the passion when you are desperately searching for ways and means to make it happen. You know you have a passion when you see an impossible vision and yet still try for it.

The emotion I'm currently feeling: Passion. My love for netball will never falter. 11 years now, and it's only growing stronger each day.

The point of inflection.

As much as I want to wake up from this nightmare, I'm already in reality. As much as I would like someone else to shoulder all the blame, I've already conceded to it. I need to grow out of just hoping and wishing but actually making them come true myself.

Every moment will only be a point of inflection. There will be change, but unsure of its direction. Need to stop believing that every dy/dx=0 point it is at its minimum. (Still using these mathematical metaphors. Sigh.)

Inevitable unwanted surplus.

That feeling when you look at someone and you see this person differently than everyone else. Not because you're wrong, but because you know this person clearly enough to see his or her true self which he or she masked it up. That feeling when hatred instead of blood fills up your heart slowly at the sound of this person's name. But all you can do is to hold it in and prevent the heart from beating. That feeling when bad things don't happen to bad people, and you wish so bad that you can take control of retribution in your own hands. That feeling when you know that person doesn't deserve a single bit of happiness and you wish you could destroy every smile of his or hers. 

I have never been filled with so much hatred towards a person before and I'm not sure what I should do with all these emotions. It's so bitter and hard, and yet I don't know why I can never seem to let go of this. I need to be a bigger person than this. I'm trying, but it's so difficult to swallow it down. 

Catching planes in the sky.

So near yet so far. 
The feeling 
Of two opposites
Colliding.

Abstract art.

It's free entry on one condition – You must donate one of your many photos.

It's a room with no furniture, but only the portraits hang up at every side of the walls. Every one of it is in a different shade of red. Each screaming a story of its own. Some looks similar, some looks familiar, some looks completely bizarre. Some, at first glance, you wouldn't understand it. But, please give it some time and patience. Even the most complicated ones have a deeper meaning to it.

It's a place for the display of the works of art. It's gallery filled with broken hearts. Each is unique on its own, each kind of love has a identity on its own.