14 Jan

Same date, different year, a whole lot different event.

2011, Precious left. Leaving me so heartbroken, I cried when I sleep and even when I woke up. My worst day where I felt I died a little inside. Soon enough, my heart stop mending and I'm left with a permanent damage.


2012, I became all tourist-y and had a duck tour. I did midnight cycling. I was hoping at some point I could sense your presence. I didn't of course.

I miss you.

Dreaming away

Sometimes I wonder, would I ever be like one of those fairytales- dressed in white and a veil at the edge of my head, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

Would I have my chance to return to a cosy place filled with beautiful noises, the clattering sounds of pots and kettles, the sweet warm smell of food awaits?

Would I have my chance to go through that?

Or would I be waiting and hoping for one day, it would all magically happened with ease, but it never did happened...?


Well at least dreams are cheap... I can dream...