if i never see your face again ...
then i will find you and love you once more
time after time

Monday, May 16, 2011

home is where the peace and anger is

Scene: Father in the bathroom, scrubbing my brother's work shirt.

Mother: You dont have to scrub it la. Just wash a bit and rinse it. It's not like he sweat a lot in it.
Father: Haiya, he's (brother) got sweat at the back of the neck there. It's all black and dirty and stinky.

something something something

Father: Why, you think it's very fun squatting here to wash it? You come and try it la!
Mother: Eh, I squat there every night washing all the clothes! You are washing one or two clothes already complain so much. I wash them every night!

La la la la. At this point, I am already covering my ears to silent their not-so-quiet voices.

The best part about moving out of the house is that I dont have to hear these loud arguments anymore.

The worst part? I'll be the one starting this kind of arguments with my own partner.

"You are who you are because of the environment in which you grow up, and because of the people who raised you. That is why from the moment you are born, you are only destined to a few possible paths of greatness and disasters."
-yours truly-

fate was flirting ... at 2:07 PM
& tumbled down on 1 identities

` waiting to fly


    let's release the butterflies
    so they may fly
    and be united with
    their lovers
    honey i am here
    waiting to fly away
    with you

`like a bird

`far & away


`till im home

    my own place, my sanctuary
    walk-in closet // a slim body
    silky hair // pain-free joints
    scar-less // soft toys
    never ending dust-free world
    universal medical care
    environmental-friendly car
    Hogwarts's Room of Requirement
    a dream
    beauty // brawn // brain