Blue and Amber

I took this picture about four years ago at home, a few days before I go back to my work place. It was a typical uneasy moment, worried of leaving your family behind. I had to go, fooling myself again as I ignore such situations year after year, hoping to feel numb and to smile about it even if you knew it doesn't work that way. It's close to a decade and I'm still away from them, I don't really know when, I stopped counting the days. Time cannot bother me anymore, to do what I have to do and to do what's right for them. There is hope.

Life is beautiful indeed.

I should be focused on my work today as I have a deadline tomorrow. I decided not to deprive myself from procrastination. Everyone is entitled to it, I guess. So here’s the 2^nd page of my journal five years ago. My next entry will be before the end of October, or, better yet, one of these days.

Life is beautiful.

You know that quote saying, “Finish what you have started.”? I am a big fan of that although there are a few things that I always start but fail to finish… or to continue. I failed to follow the fitness plan, a running workout, I set last year. I have unfinished oil paintings back home. I have several journals with blank pages. I used to buy journals, even when I was still in the middle of writing on the recent one, just because the paper is good enough to last for a century. I know, I know. I am too freaking arrogant to believe that my life story will be worth reading even after a hundred years from now. My life is uneventful. It used to be a complete misery. Only those with manic depressive disorders would appreciate it. Here is one of the two entries of my first journal in Singapore.

Love Me Tender

I was serenaded by my man after he picked these lovely fragrant flowers for me last night. He always has a way of turning a gloomy day into a (excuse this mushy moment) a romantic one.