В камине в шесть утра фотография твoя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитая душа
И все твои обещания — пустота
В камине в шесть утра фотография твоя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитая душа
И все твои обещания — пустота
В камине в шесть утра
No idea how I found this song but it is now on repeat every single day as I block out the world. Neptune is exerting control, I am now in collapse mode, please close the door behind yourself…
Maybe today is not the best day to blog as I have no idea which part of me is typing. Brain has been on autopilot for some months - processing too much information with too much clarity that my heart literally hurts… Malcontent everywhere and instead of going for a fast kill, my outward manifestation of all these is strangely SILENCE - No Emotion. Even forming an expression takes too much effort, strategically valueless to attempt. To make matters worse, my dizi hit plateaus…
I long associate business travels with my younger self. For years, I kept work trips to a bare minimum. This year though, I realize I should start flying again. And so I did.
All work trips are fun. Why should they not be?
Every business trip, I eventually face an airport or flight alone. Instead of talking, I feel safer in a lingering loneliness with indecipherable music filling my earphones, shielding a fragile being in my own quiet withdrawal.
I wonder if Ken feels the same when he travels. One moment merrymaking with his colleagues (even I feel they are more like distance family members), another moment facing airports, lounges, breathing recirculated air, facing a screen… Or am I the only one too free to sustain injury from such first world problems?
Then, I worry that I do not love him enough… Like so many things, I spend more time thinking of love than expressing it. My to-do-list just got longer.
I read that it is easy and somewhat irresponsible to write from one’s POV without fact checks. So I flipped through my photo album and true enough, a total different narrative. Life has been really good with too many things to be happy about. Heel, my overthinking brain!
Meggi is now a young lady with a mind of her own and a passion to pursue. She will go far.
M&M have taken over the kitchen with Meggi churning out professional muffins every now and then… The kids are constantly hungry, so it is fortunate they provide solution to their own problems. Surprisingly, Mr Morg also wants to make his own food. Different from JieJie, he has his own recipes... Proudly kneads his first handmade pasta, looking real legit. Actually somewhat edible…
An unbelievable Audere est Facere victory after 17 long years was worth me being dragged out of bed at 2am. “Come On You SPURS!!!” Watching the enthusiasm of these die-hard fans was too entertaining... May Spurs win more trophies.
Precious friends who sing to Pink Pony Club and 兰花花儿with gusto then proceed to discuss philosophy and history like everyday gossips . Checked every box of all WTF issues in the world but survive to drink another day with renew innocence and curiosity. My crazy crazy precious friends.
Cousins.
And cousins not knowing Kelvin is back, feeding us weekday dinners again… and OMG, we discover who Kelvin’s mother is… tsk tsk
Overdue parties - mid-autumn party. 灯人合一. Want to decorate lantern? Let's go all the way... to win 2nd prize (despite no recycled materials used). Let’s just say my talent is too overwhelming, rules do not apply to me....
Sigh, even if I want to fry my brain staring into empty space, people around me just create so much things for me to follow up...
OK. I feel better already... Time to practice my dizi. Class tomorrow....
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