Insanity

Insanity, made use of whatever drawing apparatus I have and created this. The charcoal, soft pastel and pencil doodling. 

Am not an artist, nor have any form of training of drawing before. Its merely spur of the moment doodling. Created as a token of memory of my second visit to Ta Prohm, Siem Reap.

Tears, to a father

Tears
to a father
who missed out his children birthdays.

Tears
to a father,
who missed out the joy of seeing his kids blowing off candles.

Tears
to a father,
who was occupied with life,
to the extent that never remembered his kids birthday.

Tears
to a father,
whom i believed willing to give up whatever he had, to experience once again,
his children giggles
or
just to see or hear them laugh..

Tears
to a father,
MY father,
to thank him for a memory of celebrated one of my birthdays with me,
the 5th.

Tears
to a father,
MY father,
whom i loved,
and missed every single day.

问自己

每一回在外出回来， 都会质问自己，为了什么得坚持外出之前过的日子。

那些日子的意义是什么，为什么自己可以毫无疑问的过了那么多不闻不问的日子。

出外见识后， 对我的生活有什么的影响？ 有什么改变？

也许是为了看另一半的风景，让我们都有要出游的冲动

Dream

As Paulo Coelho said

"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it".

We shall be brave and bold enough to have dreams.
I kind of feeling mine in the process of achieving.

The promise that i secretly made.
The promise that my beloved father could never realized- the one that i altered and amended into something within my ability. 
I have even achieved something that i never dare to dream of in recent years.
Let's have faith, and do dream.

夜晚

很多时候， 某位在我们生命中曾经熟悉的人，会在一夕间，成为了陌生人。

也许， 他们的出现，是让我们明白到待人处事的大道理。

也许， 他们的出现， 是让我们更了解人性的弱点。

也许，  他们的出现，是为了让我们在受到伤害后， 懂得振作起来。

白天， 在人群里， 人与人之间里奋斗。

夜里，我们只想要静下来， 然后放松自己，放空自己的脑袋。

这样的夜晚， 还真不容易实现。

忆

记得，
曾经有那么一时刻， 那一时的沉静， 
在同一个厅里的人，都在默默的哭泣。 
纵然， 没有人开口说话， 
但是， 当时每一个人的脑海里，
都在静静的回顾一个刚刚离去的亲人。

我
坐在了冰冷的花岗石地上，
就在厅里的咖啡茶几旁，
看着茶几的褐色条纹，
想了很多。

那期间发生的事，
成了我开始写日记的起点。

醒来

醒来

是从梦中醒过来，

还是从逃避中，回过神来。

不愿醒过来，

并不是眷念那甜蜜的梦，

而是害怕那揪心的痛，并不是梦。

那一份的委屈，

原来， 都藏到梦里去了。 

梦里的心在滴血，眼在掉泪。

希望醒过来， 这一切都还只是梦。