Feeling the in-between

Sometimes when i find i have so much energy in my body and have no where else to channel it out, i find myself here again, an outlet to pour out my feelings, pen down my thoughts. Sure there are postive and negative energy but in my case, I really can’t tell for sure what type of energy i’m channelling out. Maybe for right now it’s just anxiety. Yes plagued by plain ol’ anxiety. I think at this junction of my life, having to think about so many things, and start to take charge for so many things, it should be quite normal. Or at least i hope so it is. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… can’t life be peaceful all the time……
Heal the world.. Make it a better place…MJ’s concert rocked last night!

Candid moments

These two boys are so adorable.
Can’t stop watching it.His brother bit his finger and he was kind of enjoying it at first.
LOL..

To Aunty florence

I had wanted to write about my great aunt 62, who passed away on thursday, to remember her in passing and to mark it as a day that is a great lost to this world, but i realised i just have not come to terms with it. Everything was still fine the day after u know, was in control of everything;  i started to adopt the attitude that life still goes on and all. I even amazed myself at how well i was taking it. The realisation just refuse to hit me, cos it really felt like she was going to be around and that i would still get to experience her loud and bubbly nature during our CNY gatherings. So i  really don’t know why i bawled my eyes out when i saw her body in the coffin. It seems like she was just sleeping there, so soundly that i had the urge to yell out, HEY MENG… wake up!stop sleeping already.. We had nick names for each other.We called each other ah meng. It was some joke that we cooked up during one of our oh so formal gatherings. It was only between the two of us and we had a great laugh over it. I seriously never get bored when she’s around. The silent stranger; and also the life and soul of every party. It just felt like she could sit up at any moment and say, ‘Eh got steamboat ah tonight?’ Then she would spent the whole day looking forward to it. Why do good people die young? No matter how much we complain, we still have to accept it. Am i ecaping reality?  yea, maybe. but so what if i am? Everybody takes time to heal, just that some might take longer. She really was a great person.  And i just know it will never, never be the same without her.