it wasn't just a normal dance session. it wasn't.

perhaps it's due to the fact that i know you on a highly personal basis. and that i've the honour to share your secrets.

for once, i felt that i've walked into the choreographer's skin when i danced. i felt the music. i felt the actions. i felt him.

if you ask me now which dance do i really want to own, this will be it. i was really down that i couldn't remember the steps. hope i'm not finding an excuse here, but perhaps i felt the emotions a lil too much.

when i texted him about his dance, i almost teared when i saw his reply. because it's the truth that i always kept to myself as a secret.

who am i lying to when i pretend that i don't feel the emptiness when i heard those words? i felt the missing piece in me when i was doing the choreo. so permanent. so empty. so helpless.

i will never be complete again.

never.

but it's these emptiness that makes life complete. without them, life is nothing.

with these emptiness, people come up with masterpieces of art that embrace various aspects of life.

today, you've told your secrets in the most beautiful and amazing way ever. it's electrifying. and i'm not exaggerating a word here.

perhaps i should learn to share, too.

thanks razzie. i love you.

Can't help but remember that father's day is around the corner.

I'll never forget what happened on our last father's day.

父亲节快乐!

I asked my brother, what happened to his mother yesterday late night when I was supposed to be asleep.
My brother said, she happened to herself.
I find the statement blog worthy.

It has been raining these few days. I don't remember te sky being so depressed 2 years ago. Or was it?
A showcase of umbrellas, splash of colours and patterns. Rainy days build the perfect runway for them.
Each umbrella contains a little private space. One's universe.
Sometimes we share our private space, trying to shield one or two from the harsh realities of world by reminding them that they are not alone. Even though we may not be completely dry from showers of sorrows, at least you can bask in the happiness of sharing.
A family should share an umbrella.
What are you doing? Standing in the rain with a self purchased tiny pathetic paper umbrella, wallowing in self pity and drenching in self created misfortune.
How self centered and selfish can you go?

She happened to herself.

Dad, I'm glad that you don't have to see this.

Back when the war for our souls was still raw, dog thinking it was god, the devil lived in hearts and heads while the evil live in us all, a dab of ba

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it's june.

you do have strong resemblance to daddy.

sometimes when i see you, i feel that i see him.

almost 2 years.

time flies.