its afternoon now. nothing to do. bored. what to do? so now come and blog. =) i miss everyone leh.. cant wait to see u guys again! hehe.. i miss surfing. i miss scuba diving. i wish that i could go to the sea soon. hai. the weather's like bad? hai hai hai.. then got that incident.. the big wave.. so many peeps niao niao.. is this God's fate? God's will? isit a bit too harsh? i hope i can go to the beach soon..
shes getting the hang of flying already. shes knowing what to do, when and where to find the routes of life as she flies. shes planning ahead - for her future to come. shes finally able to breathe the air of freedom, the air of happiness. shes also learning to let go. let go of memories that she dont want to have. in her mind, it doesnt contain you, anymore. in her heart, all she feels are her, them, they. not him, you. she forgotten about him. she wants to seek her rightful self back. and shes finding it. searching high and low. always on the look - out. happiness, happy, freedom......

free
On the stairs from my room,
A wide window overlooks the village,
And beyond that the sea.
Passing on this warm day of radiant light
I see a swarm of flies - trapped.

For hours my thoughts have run,
They have stooped and pressed,
Broken open,
images of liberation.
And the flies want it.
They press for release.
They seek it and ceaselessly,
Till life ebbs from them,
Thrust against the glass.

I open the sliding window.
Deep is the space of escape.But still thrusting
The flies cannot find it.
I cannot help them,
Trapped between the sashes,
And pass on -
To return and see
That every one has found deliverance
By the intense rejection
Of their plight.

I begin to pass
And see a butterflyIn the lowest corner
Still - as in death.
Its wings tattered
By its own earnest
Yet fruitless quest.

I pick it carefullyAnd place it
Stood upon the very brink
Of that great open void
Toward the sky.
Motionless stillI nudge it toward the space,
Either to fall lifeless
Or to have what life is in it
Called upon fresh.

It falls.
Like a leaf dropping
In the air.
And then it flies
Lifting me with it
On tattered wings
Already spent.

Up, and up yet
Against the dark clouds
Lit from behind
In mighty grandeur wild.
Climbing against sea and sky,
Daring across the wind,
Bold amid the unending
Impersonal immense.