don't fret, it's just me.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

age-old drama

stop fighting, please.

i hate it when you guys fight. maybe you have never thought about how your arguments affect us but i don't want to be the one to tell you. i can tell you're sad and heartbroken without me telling you all about the trauma you cause us whenever you pull each other's hair.

i know you're sad, i know you miss my brother, i know you just want attention but you need to learn to cope adaptively. we cannot stay here forever, we need to grow up. frankly, it's your selfishness that prevents that from happening. you cannot shelter us forever, we need to be able to run under the rain, cross the dangerous streets, get attacked by strangers, fall in love, get hurt and survive.

i don't know how to tell you because i'm afraid of hurting you.

and you're already hurting too much.

delicious ambiguity.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

like water on glass

As I stare into the pale moonlight of a quiet, solitary evening, I struggle to remember how it felt when we were happy, when you held my hand and when we expected nothing. Somehow the events that transpired after we said goodbye have slipped by like water on glass. It’s been
raining ever since. I wish tears can drag memories away from my mind. But I guess even if they did, they’d fall right into my heart.

delicious ambiguity.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

my hopes are high.


a new leader, a brand new chance for the country.

i hope your integrity and your honesty will give you enough strength: the strength to carry the children of the country, to bring us up on our feet.

i hope your parents' legacy will give you enough courage: the courage to say what you need to say, to do what you need to do, to separate right from wrong in ALL circumstances and to stand for what you believe in.

i hope the faith the people invested in you will not be put to waste.

i hope you will be the change that we so desperately seek.

i hope this time, this country will not fail.



delicious ambiguity.