Folio Memento

"Memories bring back memories bring back you --" — Maroon 5 It was 2:45 AM, where all lights are turned off, the spotify playlist shuffled loudder than my thoughts and everyone is asleep. I am staring at my window panes where moonlight is the only thing that keeps my room luster. They said, when you're happy, you will enjoy the music but when you're sad you will understand the lyrics. That quotation reflected my emotion as what moonlight did to my room — it was beautiful yet attacking. All of the pain hidden beneath every grin in the morning, the thought of perfection removed by cotton before laying at bed, and all the insecurities covered and topped with cloth.   "Here we go again. I thought, I am over this." He is a friend. He gives you something to let you smile those good times being shared. Sweetest friend you can lean to escape and forget yet, He gives you something to let you smile those good times being shared. Sweetest frien...

It was indulging to reminisce how genuine the era of the bygone has been. The era of cluenessless, discovery and drills. When the burning passion has arose from within to conquer the fear of what might be happening at this place as she stepped her right foot ahead, entering the longest road of the mysterious portal the first time she had ever been. "What does it feel to belong in here? Does their uniform looks good on me? Will I found new set of good classmates and friends? Will I fit in? Will the love find me here ---," too many questions going around her head. She was left clueless of what future could possibly bring. Her heart beats fast without knowing any possibilities. The environment and even the people she could interact for the next last years of high school to come. The feeling of dread was covered with joyfulness, knowing someone from above has answered her prayers. Good friends, good teachers and a opportunity to create new memories. A ...