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wedding crasher.
uncle's wedding at Ah Yat turf city was simple-eye opener-bits of awkwardness, and should i add it opened my eyes to the things unseen. hahhs.
started off with dad being a wedding crasher nearlycrashing into some random couplé's wedding. imagine you're having the best night with your love on your wedding dinner , just taking some photos outside with your relatives proclaiming to them how happy and excited you are for the night. And all of a sudden, a random guy just approaches you whom he claimed to be your relative and just waiting to take a picture with you. Ha.and that man's my dad. yeh. it sure did send me laughing out loud. what should i say.. the scene is still so clear in my mind. HAA.
(on the way to the toilet)
dad: qi, this is the first time i come to the turf citywithout any horses.
me ( with the of course its at night look): so you expect horses to be right in front of you now?
dad: of course!
dad being dad. it's just his cells .hahs.
with that aside, the wedding brought me back to gossip girl. with people turning up unexpectedly basically for other reasons drove me tó a realization of how pple really are on the inside. all the responsibilities ,burdens and survival needs seemed so light all of a sudden. ha.. pride, needs ,respect. words that came into my mind throughout the 2 1/2 hr.
is desperate really how i should end it off?
i hope not..
on the lighnote, just hanging more with my cousins and uncle's randomness made it better. time press the reach out button. pictures coming soon. alright-
lets make it subjective. no.. loving subjectively. yeah thats right.
Thank Godfor showing mé'.
till next time:)
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feel the beat
when the monday afternoon sets in, everything goes back to the start the start of a brand new week.
but mind filled with different issues each week.
though it doesnt rhymes, just feel the beat , the same beat each time.
at the end of the day, it all changes. some changed their sense of direction no more the same gear no more the same steeting wheel no more the same accelerator
they've changed the brake.
yet the driver remains the same. driving towards a different destination..
truth ,thats all i need to know.
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wedding crasher.
uncle's wedding at Ah Yat turf city was simple-eye opener-bits of awkwardness, and should i add it opened my eyes to the things unseen. hahhs.
started off with dad being a wedding crasher nearlycrashing into some random couplé's wedding. imagine you're having the best night with your love on your wedding dinner , just taking some photos outside with your relatives proclaiming to them how happy and excited you are for the night. And all of a sudden, a random guy just approaches you whom he claimed to be your relative and just waiting to take a picture with you. Ha.and that man's my dad. yeh. it sure did send me laughing out loud. what should i say.. the scene is still so clear in my mind. HAA.
(on the way to the toilet)
dad: qi, this is the first time i come to the turf citywithout any horses.
me ( with the of course its at night look): so you expect horses to be right in front of you now?
dad: of course!
dad being dad. it's just his cells .hahs.
with that aside, the wedding brought me back to gossip girl. with people turning up unexpectedly basically for other reasons drove me tó a realization of how pple really are on the inside. all the responsibilities ,burdens and survival needs seemed so light all of a sudden. ha.. pride, needs ,respect. words that came into my mind throughout the 2 1/2 hr.
is desperate really how i should end it off?
i hope not..
on the lighnote, just hanging more with my cousins and uncle's randomness made it better. time press the reach out button. pictures coming soon. alright-
lets make it subjective. no.. loving subjectively. yeah thats right.
Thank Godfor showing mé'.
till next time:)
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feel the beat
when the monday afternoon sets in, everything goes back to the start the start of a brand new week.
but mind filled with different issues each week.
though it doesnt rhymes, just feel the beat , the same beat each time.
at the end of the day, it all changes. some changed their sense of direction no more the same gear no more the same steeting wheel no more the same accelerator
they've changed the brake.
yet the driver remains the same. driving towards a different destination..
truth ,thats all i need to know.
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