
girl, 8, caught red handed

sometimes i wish i could be there to watch my sister grow up... by the time i'm back in singapore, she'll be like what? 10? 11? 5 years of absence! every time i see her pictures in my computer, i never fail to get that lump-in-the-throat feeling just thinking of her cute face, her childish confidence, her ineffective tantrums, her awkward attempts to fit into our "adult" world, her laughs/sulks/grins/frowns etc etc... and i'm always reminded that behind all her apparent brattiness, there's a girl who really loves her two older siblings, who respects us and yearns for our company all the time... i just wish that when i'm back in singapore, that part of her would still remain the same! life is such a one-shot thing isn't it? when it's gone it's gone. sometimes it makes me envious of all those people leading less "exceptional" lives than us overseas scholars, who get to be with the people they love and all that. of course, i guess you only truly appreciate things when you're without them -- there's a whole lot of people who take their families for granted anyway, and i would probably be one of those people if i were to stay in singapore.... gosh i'm a horrible person.
anyway... tired now...again... there's such a thing as chronic fatigue right? when you just want to sleep no matter what situation you're in? kinda scary... like if you were a Red Lion

the power of digital zoom

parachuting into the Kallang Stadium on National Day and you fell asleep. before you open the parachute. ok that's a morbid thought... but after's not much better too! imagine flopping down gently onto the soft luscious bed of grass in the Padang, with 55,000 camera-clicking spectators immortalizing your moment of glory as your parachute falls like a warm blanket all around you...
ok i'm talking crap. time to sleep! :) nitey nite folks
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