humiliated.

"bad day for Ferrari huh? Well, i can't say i'm unhappy... im a McLaren fan"
the random stranger said.

evidence as above.

john johnny johnny whoosh

eunice tried.

words.

Haley (in class): You know what? You guys asked me what the point was to all of this, school, literature...life. And I said there was no point. And that's not true. What I should have said was, "I don't know". Because the truth is, not long ago, I sat where you are and wondered exactly the same things. When something that's tragic and evil and unexplainable happend like losing someone forever...I still wonder ...just like you do. Alright, everybody, get out a piece of paper and pen.

Samantha: Why?

Haley: Because this is a literature class. When archaeologists uncoverlost cicilizations and they unearth their worlds that have long been since been destroyed, you know what they find most often? They find stories ...... ancient languages, words, inscriptions from people who have been gone for thousand of years, because chances are, like you, they wanted to know, "Whats the point ?". And they wanted us to know that they were here, you know ? .......... like......... they told their stories, and they tried to make sense of their lives and their worlds and their tragedies. So that's what we are gonna do.

So I want you to write something, anything at all, about Quentin Fields. If you knew him, write a favorite memory. If you didn't know him, write what you think the point is of all this for yourself and your life and your time here. This is a literature class and that's what writers do. We put pen to paper in times of devastating tragedy. And we try and make sense of it. Maybe we will find some clarity in some of those words. Maybe we will find peace.

Haley takes a marker and writes on Quentin's desk: "He who does not weep, does not see."

....

Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren't you anymore?

If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react?

Whatever you imagined is wrong. There;s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the Ocean. It's deep and Dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.

....

Haley: Your strength is inspiring.

Denise: My strength is from Jesus Christ. I am going to miss my baby boy for the rest of this life but I know we are going to see him again and our faith will see us through.

...One Tree Hill Season 6 Episode 3 - “Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly”

even though these aren't from me, but i suppose these are the words i've been looking for all this while. some clarity, some peace, some closure.

and the GPS says Please Recalculate Your Route

it's very simple really.

we just want to be happy.
but that road to happiness???

we are but poor navigators.

fathers

just wanted to share this which touched my heart today.

http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/

花好月圆。

中秋节快乐 ：）

it's a belated 2 for monodelphia too.

life and not.

many things i thought i want to do, like...

1. go for a walk to nowhere in particular. put on a pair of shoes, arm with the camera and just be off. and be pleasantly surprised with where i end up with/at.

2. have a picnic.

3. have a movie marathon

4. find a way to express how i feel.

but come weekend and free time, i get all lazy and all i want to do is to sleep or park myself at home and in front of the computer.

but above all, i wish i could make things the same. i wish i could take away the fear in their hearts. i wish you would know how much you are missed. i wish that time and action can be reversed. and we can choose again, choose again.

there's so many thing we can do and so many things we can't.

每天每天

歌手：方大同 专辑：Soul Boy
曲：方大同 词：娃娃

每天每天 站在忙乱又无聊的路旁 等你向我走来
每天每天 一直看到你和你说话 才算有个开始

每天每天 我都没感觉我们有什么 改变
我一直以为 这是永远 而我无法想像你会离开

我已习惯 你就在我的右手边 一起看无聊的笑片 约好去看地中海的蓝
我已习惯 我们一起像Old friend 分享生活里的一切
我知道你每个笑 有不同的意义存在

明白让你走会后悔(不愿意你离开)这样的感情太可贵(我现在已了解)
我要的幸福 每一天 每一天 慢慢发现
And I love you baby 不会再后退 也不能只做你的 朋友

我已习惯 我们一起像Old friend
分享生活 的一切 我只要在你身边让你明白我的爱

thurs, 8.30am, wa lao

there was once i dreamt that i overslept on a workday. i woke up praying that this will never happen in real life. lo & behold... this morning when i opened my eyes, i was shocked by how bright the room was. the first question i asked myself was, is it the weekend??

thurs, 8.30am, wa lao. nightmare come true.

warming up for work

the favourite part of my work day is in the morning when i get settled down with a nice hot cup of tea/coffee, slowly warming myself up for work.

september

its monday...already?
good day.