Lucky

She has been ill and warded in the medical ward for nearly a month now. Bedridden and unable to care for herself.

I saw her husband at the hospital everyday bringing her supply like home-cooked meal, clothing even diapers.

She is lucky to have him around.

11:11

Yes.

The number is here.

Tell me what happen today.

Is it as beautiful as we once thought it could be?

The number is as significant as you are.

You make the meaning out of it.

Yes dear, you know who you are.

(This blog is no longer active: however I have prepared a list of new entry that will be published coming 15th January every year)

THE END

I cannot conjure any more emotions from inside me to continue writing in this blog.

Too many memories lingering around it dating from its early conception, that evokes a mixed emotions of happiness and sadness.

The only right thing to do now is to lay it to rest.

Thank you to all of you fine people who have given valuable feedbacks and advices throughout my good and dark times. From the bottom of my heart, I truly appreciate it.

Final words,

Not everything is meant to have a happy ending.

Especially a fairytale of a beautiful princess, a green smelly ogre and a pink panda.

THE END

3/1/09 - 12/12/10

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A Good bye

Chasing Pavements is the first song she ever gave me, that was 2 years ago. She asked me what I thought it meant. My reply was hasty and all wrong in retrospective. I told her it is a love song. Perhaps because it reflected on how I felt. I was infatuated head over feet.

Tonight after browsing wikipedia, I finally knew what the song really meant and the storyline behind the video clip. Interesting I thought.

During the long night drive back from my hometown tonight. I heard again Chasing Pavements along with other songs that we shared during the first year of our friendship.

It made me realise about something.

I realise that I am still missing that special person I once knew.

Once upon a time, she inspired a lot of things in me. How her smile made my day and made me through any given weekdays. That includes creating this new blog, which at that time symbolised a new chapter in my journey. Those were the best times of my life.

Although she is still around. But deep inside I know she is no longer the same person I met at the bus stop in Baker Street. Her eyes have stop gleaming the way they used to when we first met.

Tonight, I finally realise that I haven't got the chance to grieve when she left.

I felt the need to express some kind of farewell to that special person here in my thought, in this special place.

The final closure.

It ends just like the way it began. With the very same beautiful song.

It sounds just as mesmerising as the first time I heard it.

Goodbye my sunshine.