Sunday, July 27, 2008

This is from PostSecret.

"I wish that the happiness of others will always be enough to outweigh the miseries of my own life."

such a kind message from a person who have lived a cruel life.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Matthew 6:27-"See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. - Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.-If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?-For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. -But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.-Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

It's not sympathy nor understanding nor support nor approval I'm after.
Or maybe it's simply because I haven't got anyone to offer some to me.

I'm worried.

Friday, July 18, 2008

I just sat up and stared.
Minutes passed.
I dragged myself out of bed.

I'm lost.
I don't know where I'm heading.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what's my issue.

..........I don't know.
I simply don't know.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

My colleague accidentally opened one of my personal files in my thumbdrive.

A visit from the past.

"God, please close it."
He was also surprised at my reaction.

Apparently the wound hasn't heal.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

I kept yelling at him to let the string roll each time there is wind, or not all his effort in running will go in vain.

But did he listen?
He just ran and ran. But he enjoyed running so much.
He didn't seem to mind that his kite didn't reach higher.
I think he's happy just the way it is.

His running didn't go in vain.

Friday, July 11, 2008

I took this photo in a SPCA charity fair.
Pets were put up for adoption.
Most of them responded well to the strangers.
But this...
perhaps he was just too tired?fed up?
........................of hoping?

He resonated me with a great sense of familiarity.
That's why I took this photo.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

"Yeah, sure. It's in my bag."

I could hear my brother searching, as I closed my eyes hoping to fall asleep ASAP.
The sound of him scrambling in the bag keep on and I had to interrupt my own sleep to check on him.

He was searching my sister's bag.
"Ko, that's jie's bag. Mine is on MY chair."

I can't believe my own brother can't distinguish my working bag from my sis's.
The bags which we faithfully carry to and from work EVERYDAY.
Mine is rectangularly BLACK.
Hers is squarish light green.


Sunday, July 06, 2008

He leaned on my shoulder.
I was pleasantly surprised by this comfortable public display of affection.
Then, he began to rub his head on my shoulder, as if I don't already notice his affection.
He got bolder and squeezed his hand on mine, then stroking my arm.

I was a bit nervous.
I never saw this coming.
We were never this 'close'.

After awhile, he hugged me.
I was taken aback, but I didn't push him away.
He got EVEN bolder and began to caress my breast.
I quickly slapped his hand.
I clicked my tongue out loud to make sure he gets the message that that action is forbidden.
He looked at me confusedly.
And he ran to his mummy.
Mummy embarrassingly carried him.

He's barely 2 years old.
Too curious Too Soon.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

My friend canceled on me, so I’m left there all by myself. I’m the type (dying breed) who honors appointment and make the effort to be early, so that I don risk being late.
That’s how I was left all alone in Ss2 at 11.15a.m

Worst part? They stop serving breakfast meals at 11a.m SHARP.

So, there I was sitting at the first floor, chomping down fries and McChicken, looking out the window…

Staring at the people who are walking alone, walking with family, walking with friends… cars driving by, cars getting into parking, getting out of parking…

....My thoughts just strayed...

Then, I looked at the time.

1 hour had passed.

My unbitten parts of McChicken was cold.

Threw every food on the table in my mouth and washed my hands before I headed for exit.

–If only I could do the same with the things that went through my head

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Was seated on the opposite side of the building, waiting for the rain to miraculously stop.
Noticed the man on the left waiting for the bus alone, seemingly oblivious to the danger being under the tree.
The lady on right joined his quest minutes later.

Poetic took this...