losing him

Over the last two years, a lot of my friends lost their dads. Maybe we are at that age, or maybe these are just coincidences.

I have no idea.

What I do know is that most, if not all of them told me I should find mine.

I didn't. Try to find him, that is.

What I mean is that, he looked for me.

Despite the re acquaintance, I know for a fact that he is still trying to find me, to get to know me--finally. So he could understand what kind of a person I am, discover me.

I used to say that he doesn't know me. And it is true. I bet he would admit to that much. But maybe, before he reaches seventy, he would figure out who his daughter is, if only at (almost) thirty, I'd let him.

old is relative

check please

Today, I really wanted to be there for my best friend. I know that in times such as now, she needs more than ever to be with her family but somehow I feel like I failed her by not being there physically.

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Maybe this is taking things a little bit further, but sometimes I feel like I have been away, during the times that I more than ever needed to be around--not only to her obviously, but also my family and loved ones.

Am I too caught up living my own life that I tend to disappear from the lives of those dearest to me?

Words are never enough and I wonder if they feel that I am all about words. Even then, do I say I love you enough? Do I ever express missing them?

Further more, when was the last time I made it felt that I am involved?

Do I make the trip just so I'd be there?

It is quite sad--maybe just a little less than tragic that just maybe I am failing people closest to me with my sins of omission.

it's alive!

I'd like to thank my good friend for giving me a good laugh today. I really can't disclose most of the details, but it did involve a woman referring to herself as yummy mummy, when she is obviously very much alive.

take it, take it

I was pretty sure the only activities I would be engaged with this Sunday are (1) having lunch with my family and (2) going to mass. It was until I opened my shopping bag from yesterday and found out that it got switched with my friend's.

Obviously, I now have three things to do.

first saturday in NMoS

I went to see an exhibit today with a friend--of course it ended up at a familiar cafe. Of course the cafe bit is insignificant. Among everything that were on display, I singled out one thing. It is an aid for the afterlife. It stands two inches tall. I'm not so sure what it was about this one, but somehow it felt relevant.

let him do his job

It is once again time for a haircut, while I am trying to grow my hair, I recognise that I can't just leave it until it reaches the length that I like. Sooooo, I went to my regular place. My initial thoughts were not as such, but in the end, I gave into the champion's advise. The photo on the left was taken right after I got out of the salon--and of course that won't be what it would look like after I wash my hair. The photo below is more like how it would look in the real world.The surprising thing was that after my afternoon nap, the front sort of flipped back in, looking more like the first photo. Hmmmmm. Now I'm really excited about how it would look tomorrow.