Like to share my moments online, but actually there are only few friends out there. This is a fast pic I took on my way home yesterday after work. Breathtaking purple pinky with no filter used. Feel touched every time I see those. My brother asked me once: “Why are your posting so much since there is only little comments? ” I smiled and said nothing since I am not posting for anyone. I post for remembering my old days. All the bliss I’ve enjoyed and tiny emotions I’ve being through but no one could tell from those vague words I've attached to every single photos. I do!
It is my secret Eden out there, won’t get lost and someday there may be somebody who would look through all my moments with blurring eyes. That person could be the aged me of course. I don’t expect too much but I choose to stay positive about my life. What will be will be, we’ll see to that by the end of my life. Thanks beautiful sky, you cures me every time I wish to fall down.
A tomato a day keeps balance meet. I love fruits and they do values for money. But outside alone with no parents feeds. I got to live on budget. Yeah I am a poor bread earner, I earn little but I insist to live better. Tomato is great for my health and I’m a bad cook. Something can eat without processing!
Hey, I am learning to play Ukulele, and you see my pet fish died leaving me with a dead pool of water. I changed the water frequently like my “Petit Flower” is still out there swimming her happiness towards mine. You see the comb? I bought it with huge price and I didn’t regret a second. We got to possess something valuable which really makes you smile every time you using it. This comb is the one and I comb my hair at least twice a day. I bet you see now how much I need this lovely comb.
Have you ever see a night that quiet with escaping blue into the darkness? This is the court I love most. I did not run or play on the playground like I used to. I sit alone over the peace and greet to the empty surroundings instead.
Life is filled with coincidence. The other day my umbrella met an exactly same umbrella during our afternoon time in a nearby coffee shop. I was so afraid to take the wrong umbrella, so I let the other owner chose his first. You won’t believe it. Just at that moment I realized that as an umbrella accompanied me for almost 3 years. It deserves a name like a real person. Why not call it boy umbrella? It does better protections than my ex-boyfriends, at least my boy umbrella never left after all these years.
