There were times in the day that I sat at my seat and tears welled up; or when I walked down the corridor or sat in the car looking out at the sunny blue sky that I feel my eyes are wet.

But, sure - like all other sad things, and happy things, this will go away too. Life goes away too.

The underwater world
She's flying to Paris

I cried buckets and I couldn't stop crying, until I ran out of tears to cry. It still hurts like mad but without the tears. I was told, and exactly how I know too, that there is nothing for me to do other than looking forward for the future. To never doubt but to continue.

It left me drained and exhausted.

I was, and still think I am, in a hurry. I wanted to prove my life worth urgently as if that will explain my life presence. And in the end I freaked out having to hold onto so tightly over every single tiny thing and I realised I wasn't happy. In fact it made me upset, it made me cry, it made me forget what I really am and love.

Having someone talk sense to me, listen to me makes me recognise this, until the point that I have to remind myself not to be over reliance. Talking is great, I hadn't had a friend for a while, jus not too much about life worth that I will keep running for comfort.

I never felt so listened to, and at the same time so lonely.

One of my/our favourite place



The road to nice viet food we tasted in Paris



Is she Paris or Singapore (chilli), we got it mixed up

Other than the nice-but-standard-keeps-dropping Arnold Chicken, the potato platter is great. Absolutely nice fried potato chips is my favourite!