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China, Dabu
From Guang Zhou, we flew to Mei Xian and took a bus to where my ancestors came from. Its 2006, but still its such a hastle to travel there. How did my great grandfather made his way here to Malaysia? I have no answer but respect. His will of wanting his younger generation to leave better, eat better, sleep better..he decided to come to malaysia before my grandfather was born.
Today, we know how my other relatives who are still there went through with their lives there. We see where we will still be if my great grandfather didn't make that move. Maybe we won't even exist in this world enjoying nice food, powerful technology and great family..I'm thankful...
What if I'm not me? and what if Thresa grew up in China? Who will I be?
Where will I be?
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| It has been a meaningful weekend for me.
Paint ball aka PAIN ball is kinda fun actually. Dispite the pain..its all good.
reason why I called it PAIN ball..
Oh well, we all kinda went all the way, as in really pretending we are at war. CREATIVE TEAM rule. Although we didn't win all the match but thats because we are honest and we follow rules..heheh. after the painful but enjoyable morning the 2nd interesting part is..
The Dinner.
Its simple yet i'm touched.
Quiet yet fascinating.
101, KL yet a Dunhill D360 Launch.
'it's not just cigarettes'.
The way they match wine with food and at the end pairing it with the new cigarettes as well. Its just.....what i call it 'sweet'.
The after night..
Adjourned to SOMO..
a place I fancy most now..
its STUNNING!
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| Hush...
patience
hush
style.
hush
emotions.
hush
confusions.
hush
complications.
hush
rules.
hush
thresa.
hush......
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| BLUES.....
Sitting alone in front of the live band playing blues
Quiet, dark and cold with whispers
Smooth flow in my soul makes everything seems..perfect
I pictured a glass of wine along with the feeling
close my eyes and wish...
if he would appear when i open them
I see a silhouette of a men
It seems like i'm in the middle of attention
tried my very best to look and find out,
his posture shows me a toast...I reached for my wine glass
i wasn't looking at my glass, i'm trying to figure out
I don't know why I didn't say a word...
toasted with a stranger who gives me a feeling that i know him
My vision suddenly went blur, the silhouette starts to fade
I saw myself sitting in front of the live band again
things around me starts to clear..I realise then...that I really opened my eyes.
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| Diary, suddenly popped into my mind. Its been really long since i've written in my diary or in here. I figured the older i get the more things i'll take for granted. Maybe i just want to forget about it.
I thought of how me n my sis use to write our diary before bed when we were really young. It's almost like a diary competition. The funniest thing is that we will write in red if we quarreled or got bitten by mummy on that day to show our anger and unhappiness. Its funny how we know how to express ourself with colour when we were still so young. I find it fascinating even until now.
I remembered once when i finish my college and i was reading through my own diary. It was mainly about my saddness, depressions and unhappiness. I felt so lost and tried so hard to think of happiness in my past. After being through that, I said to myself, or more so promised myself...from now onwards I can only write happy, lovey dovey, astonishing stories and good stuff in my diary.
Guess what, i just filled up a few pages in my new diary. Today, i am writing about my diary..not on my diary about something happy.. The thing is i don't feel sad in fact i do feel happy most of the time. Just that I'm losing the urge to express myself. | | |
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