this is for my father:

i hate you. period.

your justifications only make you look plain worse.

i hate you.

i hate you.

perhaps not many people at my age would think similarly...
i only dream to having my own children and being a good mother to them.
in about 8 to 10 years' time, i hope i would have had my first child.
:)

something was dragging me down i didn't know what.
big drops fell as if they were rain.
the lightness of it made me feel empty,
yet it was tough struggling to hold on.
so,
i fed my soul to the fleeting wind,
and never got it back.

i miss him so much.

are you looking down from the pretty cloud up there? i wish i could talk to you. it is so hard.

i am so glad that you're back. (:

like a baby cradling my every thought of you
nursing the wound that isn't healing still
while trying to bury the sickening from around
still disturbed by all the unceasing sounds
eclipsed are feelings left unsaid
alone i hang my head in wait.

exhausted.
and i want to watch stairway to heaven at a much paster face.
see how tired i am?

gosh, this has got to be the hardest wait in my life so far.
each day i am only waiting for your return.
every message from you is already a gift. every email from you is already a present.

wo zhen de hen xiang ni.