Soaring high up in the sky.

As much as I would love to share with you the captivating sight appearing right before my eyes, I know I cannot do so all too often.

The same different thing we both love.

I don't own a good camera, so this is the best I could do. The pictures don't even do justice to the spectacular sight.

We both saw it. We both did.

09 January 2010.

You made me impossible.

It is during nights like this when something tells me to stay awake just a little longer.

07 January 2010.

Nothing changes the fact that you are my dad.

Truth be told, I am dedicating this post to my dad and I am pretty much in shock that I actually intended to do so. This whole big little thing came about when I was thinking about my dad just moments before. Tears were dancing behind my eyelids and yeah, it caught me by surprise.

I don't know what is your definition of a good father. I don't know what is the definition that is accepted across borders and continents. But I know he is a nice father, or at least to me. He wasn't all that nice in the past, though. He would usually be the one brandishing the cane. My mum, hardly ever, but she still did. Kids these days are probably so sheltered and pampered that the only canes they know are sugarcane, candy cane, and perhaps Willy Wonka's stick.

Anyhow, I know my dad is trying hard to give my brother and I all he can. It can never be easy to raise a family with only a pair of hands. I should be proud of him :)


PS Time to prepare for school!

I should know, I know.

Black
Red
Gold
Grey

Too good to be true.

Funny how things seemed to have gone my way yesterday. I was inspired and motivated to feel happy all day, and I guess I did it. But this short-lived happiness has seemingly expired.

Bee-Tee-DoubleU, I need to sleep less.

Wherever you are.

My mind isn't set at ease. I wouldn't feel safe turning in for the night now.
I wish to do without the feeling that will always come back to me when I get up in the morning on a weekend. I will do so much better.

Thought I reached the end.

What I fear most has already happened. What the worst is has already happened. I thought things could only get better after the worst, but I thought wrong. I am still in search of a way to make myself feel better, but my efforts are futile.

Has it been long? It felt like it. A bed of memories, more than you can imagine. More than what I thought I would have long forgotten most of it, but everything stays. It is magical yet devastating. What do you remember then?

I have so much running through my head, but only so little is being expressed. I am only capable of this much.


Life is difficult, and so are we.

You are.

I want him to fly a kite with me.
I want him to be by my side under a blanket of stars.
I want him to be mesmerised by the moon as much as I do.
I want him to watch the planes fly across the sky with me.

But who is he?
And where is he?

I want us to understand life together.

05 January 2010.

04 January 2010.

30 December 2009.