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olivia ♥ 250393' Everything I claim mine is yours, not a single thing on Earth did I deserve. The expressions and emotions from the depths of my heart. Take this life, I want to live for you. Let my life be a testimony- that speaks of the things that You've done for me. My life charted out in Your hands, written out before a single day had passed. and novels are my favorite things.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
A Look Back At 2008

31 December- The last day of 2008. Before I know it, I'm taken back to the 1st of January 2008. This past year, so many things have happened, So many things I don't wish to remember. No matter how much I want to look on the brighter side of life, I can't help but feel like this year's the roughest year I've ever been through.

The sky burns with a brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a magnificent orange with a tinge of pink. Looking towards the west, I stare at the waves. I am in awe of the hpnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, like a giant clasping hand, reaching out to grab me. I resist the urge to run away. The wave breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore. The bubbling foam quickly recedes to the power of the surf. Suddenly, a piece of driftwood washed onto the shore. It has an odd, twisted shape. The wood is pitted, yet smoothed and bleached from its time in the sun. I bend down to pick it up. As my fingers begin to reach out, the water catches hold of it and drags it out to the sea. For a moment, it looks as if the wood is struggling to stay ashore. It leaves a trail behind before reaching deeper waters, where it bobs violently before giving in to the ocean.This year has been somewhat like the violent waters and I feel like the driftwood. So many things I wish I didn't have to know, so many territories I wished I had left untreaded.

I don't understand, how one person can give you advice in handling your own life for so many years,and all along you've grown up listening to what she said. And one day, you realise she's not as good as you think she is, and her life's in more of a wreck then you can imagine. To think she was someone I looked up to.

I look around, and see the people I love leaving. I know they have a calling in a place that's not here, but saying goodbye's hard. I wish I could turn back time, I wish I had treasured the moments with them.

I try so hard to make the cut. I've put in more effort than I've ever had before. But still, the results turn out disappointing, even worse than when I didn't give my all.


It's only a couple more hours before we enter 2009. A wave of relief washes over me. A new year, a new beginning. I feel so happyyyyy! (: It's like getting a whole new clean sheet of paper. All the mistakes and smudges of the previous paper ain't gonna show anymore. I anticipate the new year. But this anticipation comes with a slight tinge of uneasiness. I wonder what the new year will be like, what will the major events be about, will next year be more good than bad, how many new friends will I make? My mind's filled with a gazillion questions. But, I guess I'll never really live out the new year to its MAXXIEST MAX until I take the leap huh? So, what are we waiting for (other than for the clock to strike twelve)?


HERE'S TO 2009!