Sitting at the backseat whilst my mom (whom we just fetch from the airport) kept picking on my brother's driving, I can only shake my head..
It's mothers' day and I thought it would be nice to go fetch her with my brother. He drove :)
It's kinda late... And I feel so tired but also feel contented and warm. Glad.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Caught in the rain at 5pm.
Me and a few others watched
2 pigeons bath in the open
They fluffed up their feathers
Into black-grey rounder
Versions of themselves
As the sky showered
Them with powerful jets
Of rain water.
2 pigeons bath in the open
They fluffed up their feathers
Into black-grey rounder
Versions of themselves
As the sky showered
Them with powerful jets
Of rain water.
At 16%
It is late, or early, depending on how you see it. And it is time for cozing up in bed but my wet hair needs to dry and I thought I could blog a little before Dream claim me.
I saw Mitch Albom's interview recently, somewhere I can't rem exactly where. And he was asked why he often wrote about death. He answered that he didn't wrote about death. If fact he is writing about life. How when we are knocking at death's door, we reflect on life differently. He also say that death ends life but not it's relationships. Which I know came out of Sandman by Neil Gaiham. This is a truism I have lived by. That's y I fear severing relationships more than death.
As I reflect on the recent hours I had spent with my girlfriends I though of how they make up my life- not defining it but definitely enriching it. I love them all in my own way and I am glad to share my life with them. Girlfriends rox! I am so freaking fortunate to be invited into your lives!
To Skye, Happy Birthday!!! May all your wishes come true! Love.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
I saw Mitch Albom's interview recently, somewhere I can't rem exactly where. And he was asked why he often wrote about death. He answered that he didn't wrote about death. If fact he is writing about life. How when we are knocking at death's door, we reflect on life differently. He also say that death ends life but not it's relationships. Which I know came out of Sandman by Neil Gaiham. This is a truism I have lived by. That's y I fear severing relationships more than death.
As I reflect on the recent hours I had spent with my girlfriends I though of how they make up my life- not defining it but definitely enriching it. I love them all in my own way and I am glad to share my life with them. Girlfriends rox! I am so freaking fortunate to be invited into your lives!
To Skye, Happy Birthday!!! May all your wishes come true! Love.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
.. some updates..
i want to write but cannot. "Cannot" because every time an inspiration strikes, im busy, either on my way somewhere or doing work.. No kidding... inspiration struck when i was brushing my teeth today... and since my hands are on the tap and holding the toothbrush... and i was rushing to work... i didnt manage to capture that idea... that is just one example.
last night i had nightmares... i think it is getting more and more comman... bad dreams about work... feeling of incompetency and loss... fear, anxiety, stress... gosh. And guess what.. i found out that the nightmare played out into my waking hour... and i cant wake up. Shit happen at work (as usual). Haiz... it is tiring man... just so tiring that no matter how much hours i put in... forgoing my health and well-being, the richness of my life and so on and so forth, my work still dont bear fruit! ...(i wont cont. this... i think you most people understand the stress from work...)
on to another track, i and confunded. i feel so jaded sometimes... jaded about life, love and goodness. jaded even about religion. it is more like a puzzle that i find interesting and less of faith... I seriously dont want to go into that kind of thinking. because, i feel so bad to think like that...
last night i had nightmares... i think it is getting more and more comman... bad dreams about work... feeling of incompetency and loss... fear, anxiety, stress... gosh. And guess what.. i found out that the nightmare played out into my waking hour... and i cant wake up. Shit happen at work (as usual). Haiz... it is tiring man... just so tiring that no matter how much hours i put in... forgoing my health and well-being, the richness of my life and so on and so forth, my work still dont bear fruit! ...(i wont cont. this... i think you most people understand the stress from work...)
on to another track, i and confunded. i feel so jaded sometimes... jaded about life, love and goodness. jaded even about religion. it is more like a puzzle that i find interesting and less of faith... I seriously dont want to go into that kind of thinking. because, i feel so bad to think like that...
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