lift your hands,

Sunday, June 20, 2010

gone away are the golden days

Dear Daddy,

I don't know, but somehow, it feels like I've said everything that I've always felt I needed to say and things I've always wanted to say to you.

This year, Father's Day seemed so unrealistic, so superficial. If someone could tell me why, it would be nice.

I still think about how, daddy's not home from work yet, we should save him some dinner. Or I should go to the room and give daddy a good morning kiss. You're still somewhere around, the aura hasn't left me yet, and I still wish I could hear you laugh out loud again.

But things has obviously changed. And if I could, I would give up everything just to be able to spend one day with you. I miss you, daddy. I wish you were here.

Happy Father's Day !
I love you.

Love,
Serena.

this is an awkwardly weird post.

I play pretend between the trees

I am a day late.

Happy Birthday, Anis ! (:

Ten things I love about Anis.

1. She's strong, strong girl. I've never ever heard her say, "I give up" just because things are tough.

2. She's got a mind of her on - she doesn't care what others think about her, and sometimes I wish I had this quality.

3. She stands her ground all the time. She knows what she wants, and she'll work for it. And she'll push away the things she knows she doesn't need.

4. She's always there for me.

5. She can teach me Math and not lose her patience. She's probably the only one who can do that.

6. She has amazingly good taste in clothes. Okay, we have the same taste in clothes (which means I have amazingly good taste in clothes).

7. Although the people she loves the most hurt her, make her upset and most of the time just plain frustrated, she'll never do anything to hurt them. Ever.

8. She's hardworking. She really is.

9. She is half nerd half chick. Which means she's a smart and pretty (and skinny) girl. And that's unfair to all human races.

10. She has never given up hope on me since forever.
And she probably believes in me more than I can believe in myself.

♥

Saturday, June 19, 2010

knock a door run

Ed Hardy

I'm in love.
Are you?

old yellow bricks

Somebody told me that she went to Vietnam and hated it. And it seemed like she nearly passed out when I said I love Vietnam.

Days and hours before finally heading to the airport, it was like a washing machine in my stomach. Nervous and excited, and probably every other emotion there is to feel. My mum wasn't going with me, neither was anyone in my family. And I've never left home without anyone of them before.

The moment we touched Vietnam ground, I vowed to myself to just enjoy the trip instead of hanging about thinking about home.

So as we headed home from the airport, I scanned the lives of the people in Vietnam. Some walking by the streets, others squatting by a little table set up as a stall and the majority of the citizens, on motorcycles speeding past the car about two inches away.

My first impression? It's going to be some holiday, with all these people looking as if they would beg the life out of you to get just a little bit of money. I was wrong. Heck, these people would rather commit suicide than look at you. What more to give you a smile.

But after really walking the streets, discovering what the people were like and just taking in everything around - the environment and lifestyle, it actually was an awesome place.

And I wished I could stay longer. And I plan on going back.
With my mum, obviously.