:: some photos taken during TOWNing :) ::
i love sunflowers! :)
:) :) :)
super ex bouquet lahhs.
:/
spastic adorable notebook! @Taka.
if i had the money,
i'll probably get the whole series.
but do i have the money?
no.
so till now, I am unable to get the full set.
a deep piece of art.
not entirely the full drawing though.
at least thats what i think. hmm.
ESMAEILIPOUR ali
an art piece at the Opera gallery i've taken much interest in.
but its SGD 24 000.
:/
i wanna go Opera Gallery again!
any takers? :) dearest BF you reading this?
:) :) :)
I love towning with the Family! :)
But, oops tonnes of work undone.
--- 19:30 hrs.
//hastendownyourfootsteps
Hasten them down,
cause you will never realize how pretty the flowers by the roadsides are.
Or how you seem to be trampling on the pretty floras in your frenzied stampede
for a certain transportation mode that pumps all the adrenaline when angst swells up within.
Or how adorable the little child whom you sit beside every morning
admist your rush to school.
Or how much track lines your dear parents have accumulated,
over the course of their years in life,
those which had grown due to probable stresses of work,
stresses of upbringing of their offsprings.
My footsteps have gone way too fast.
Way too much. Too fast.
So much so that I have yet to realise.
Yet to forsee ...
Was having breakfast with my Dad, or rather watching & talking to my Dad have his breakfast in the midst of attempting my GP assignment. :/ It is particularly rare of such occasions, where both parties are of ceasefire & that my Dad isn't particularly interested in having a heated argument about me & my undoings & absence at home. Wrinkles etched his sides of the face & his smile is as radiant as ever, but much weakness within. Age had begun to show on him, the little signs peeking from every possible visiblity. The last time I remember having such a peaceful & pleasant alone time with him, Dad seemed so much younger. He is still full of childish stupor & lameness, as yet, though he keeps claiming that he is getting old. :/
And Mum's left eye vision is getting bad. :/ Retina problems. Terribly daunting. Age. Age. Age.
...
My two sisters have grown, so much older ... even though I do still spend time with them on outstationed trips to the hometown or holidaying away in another Asian counterpart, it never dawned on me how much they have changed. Since primary 6, my youngest sister would say, since then I never really seemed to be homed. I never meant it that way, the bustling lifes. Just trying to really seek outlets for stress disposition, outlets that would probably open up to a better future. But perhaps, I really did neglect them? They have changed so much, of which some characteristics of their personality I really detest. Personality traits I have seen in the world outside that I really find despicable ... I see traces of it in them ... which I hoped will be erased away, ultimately.
They say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But yet, another saying that makes more truth, counteracts that very cliche.
Absence makes the heart go for another.
Its not that entirely applicable to the very extent here.
But ...
Is it way too late?
I dont know.
And I do hope not.
Hasten down your footsteps.
Before your shoes worn away, and before those footprints that were supposed to be left permanently in people's hearts fade away.
Well... at least I think I just did.
