I am not myself anymore.

I am not that individual I was a month ago or years ago. Things have changed and even I have changed. I am not saying that I've changed entirely, but I've noticed as the days go by, its the little things. My preferences, what I like/dislike, etc.
You might ask, "Isn't it a bit late for me to change?" and that I can guarantee you that change is never too late, everyone change little by little everyday.
It is a bit frightful because I’m growing out of my shell. I am like a geode. I am sure you’re wondering what the hell is a geode. Well a geode is a huge hard rock and when you break that rock inside, there is a hidden yet amazing crystal. I am that crystal and my future is growing closer and clearer as time is passing by.

I often get this crippling fear that I won’t be remembered.. that I haven’t done anything worth to be remembered by. It’s like I'll be that book you read so many seasons ago, the one you read without really reading. The one you currently can’t recall the name of.

And hence why at the age of 16, I have always wanted to leave a legacy. A legacy of me that will stay forever.. when I'm gone one day...

Love is love.

Whether it’s between a guy and a girl, a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl, love is love. 
Even if people think that it’s not right whether it’s against their beliefs/religions or merely because it’s just “disgusting,” how can you stop two people from loving each other, regardless of their genders? It’s something the whole of the society shouldn’t even think twice about. Why? Because love is between the two people. It’s their problem. It’s no one else’s business but theirs. 

If you are in Perth, you should be aware that it's currently the Perth International Arts Festival (13th Feb to 7 March)!

For the past 3 days, Perth has greatly welcomed 2 giants (Little Girl and Giant Diver) to our city.

Want to know more about the original story - click HERE.

Since I was working on Friday and Saturday, I missed out capturing the glimpse of how the story evolved, but thanks to social media and friends, I got my updates haha XD
Today was when the giants are leaving Perth, and I'm so thankful I did not have anything on, hence I made a quick trip to the city and went with Nicole to say goodbye to the giants :')
The whole experience was truly mesmerising and amazing. Words cannot describe how surreal it felt. I heard there are haters saying that they are just puppets/not real, so what's the point of going?? Really though, in my opinion, the fact of seeing a giant (whether it'd be real or not) is literally like a one-time-experience-in-your-life, it's not like we can see giants all day everyday, and moreover, seeing in real life is SO DIFFERENT to when you watch it on television, like movies. I have always been intrigued with giants and all ever since I read stories about them when I was young and also an outstanding 2010 film called "Gulliver's Travels" ft Jack Black. If you haven't watch it, I strongly recommend you to!
Before I bore you any further with all my words, enjoy the pictures I took below :)
PS. I took about 50 photos, minimized them down to 20 just for facebook upload, but I really do think uploading 20 pictures here on this post would be too much, hence I only choose the most outstanding ones! :)

He's approaching!

She's coming!

Byeeeeeee :(

Collection of postcards of the day

Giant Diver

"Little" Girl

BIG SHOES

just wow

foooood after farewelling :')

to cool down

Ta-daaaa! :)

Love,
Velene xoxo

I love it when people I don’t know smile at me.

People smiling makes me smile, even when I'm at my worst, when my day isn’t going right and when I’m not happy. One thing that cheers you up, is just simply smiling at someone. Hey, you never know, a person’s appearance can only hide so much, maybe they are going through the same thing. Smile, let them know they aren't alone. It doesn't hurt to smile. Joy is infectious.

I’m not the most attractive person out there. Being as flawed as I am, I have a hand full of insecurities that stares right back at me as I look in the mirror, just waiting to devour me alive as I am its pray. And if there is one thing, one thing that triggers me the most, it’s when someone else points out or make jokes about one of my many insecurities. What most people don’t seem to understand is all it takes is one simple remark that could become an everlasting reminder for myself. Whether it be my weight, height, body, or facial features, I consider it offensive, even if they had no intentions of offending me. Yeah, I might not be the most prettiest person out there, I am made of flaws, but I am sewn together by good intentions and I will always know better than to point out someone else’s flaws. Because I can guarantee what is seen to be a flaw by you about another never goes unnoticed by them either. And you’re not any better for making fun of someone else, if anything, it only makes you look like a douchebag.

Time will pass

Temporary feelings will change

And I will, eventually,

Be myself again.

We were like strangers who knew each other very well.

Time passed so quickly when your plate is busy with uni, work, friends and family.... and I realised it has been a year since I had called it off, I just couldn't believed it *wow* And seriously, so much has happened too. It's crazy!!

**AND before you start assuming whether I'm being sappy or not, I'm actually just writing what I feel, I feel like sharing this (when so many of you asked me what exactly happened then, and yes, it had been quite a damn long time already, I've reached to the point where I'm fine to share the story with you all)**

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"Be friends" you said after we broke up. Then, you offered me two choices - for you to stay or leave. At that time, there was a tiny piece in me that regretted this decision, but then, there's another proportion that was telling me that I'm doing the right thing, as I'll be too selfish if I had asked you to stay.

Throughout this whole time, I found myself again and again wanting to chat with you like how we used to, but then I resist, because I remember that you're a different person now.

At first I wasn't use to it, but later as time progresses on, I guess I got used to it. To not calling you mine. To not being there for each other. I guess I got used to this routine. Perhaps you felt the same way then, or maybe you've finally moved on and found someone way better than me.

We went through many stages. From strangers, to lovers, back to strangers, then friends and to some acquaintances.. and strangers at last.

"How ironic it is that we all started as strangers and we end up as strangers too"

I read an online article on: how the people we once loved become strangers again.

When love becomes loved. And everything became used to be, it doesn't mean that everything is forgotten. It doesn't make you forget about their birthdays or forget the things they do for you.

But somehow you realised that. Love itself is not enough to keep two people together. A lot of things require more than just feelings. I may still love him. But. I may never want to be together with him anymore.

What's the point of forcing two people together, if we're never gonna reach that point of consensus that both of us agrees to.

You may be perfect in so many ways, but your imperfection outweighs all of the rest. Always know that. When someone doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be, never settle for something lesser.

Maturing as time goes by. Meeting new people, talking to new people. New changes have occurred but I guess that’s life, right? Not everything is perfect, not everything is the same. It just sucks because I miss talking to a lot of people I wish I didn't grew apart from.

At times I wanted to message him, but then I didn't know if I really should and I didn't want to bother him. I have always wanted to let him know what we had mean so much to me, but it's way too late to say that anyways.... I guess I just wanna say I wish all the best for him in life (though I really do not think he will even read this).

I still have nights where I can't sleep, where I just drown in my emotions and thoughts. And if you are friends with me on WeChat, you will definitely know by the amount of spam I update on moments :3
To be honest, I still think about him (where I know it's unhealthy to do so, but that's alright, because I realised it's fine to reminisce about the past)

I am that kind of person that tends to think about my past a lot.
From reminiscing everything, to regretting my decisions/choices to questioning myself: why? 
And then I get all sad and depress. Tears then finally come out. But we can't do anything right? Because besides crying, I can't do anything, there's no reverse button in life, I can't go back.
All there's left is nothing but memories.

But lately, well exactly 2 days ago, he started talking to me again. He asked the same question again, I haven't even answer yet, eventhough I know what answer am I already going to give him, but I just don't have that courage to say it. Sometimes I really do hate myself for that x.x
Should I follow my heart?
Should I give us another chance?