Ramblings...

Who are we to judge that the sane as insane?
How do you see the insane as being sane?

I have no idea what I was talking about back there. Oh well.

So time has pass. As expected from the beginning, it was fast.

When six months was not enough to tempt,
A year, one is ready to go home in content.
Concluded that once a year visit is good enough.

Parents are the greatest.
Seeing how I amuse them and vice versa, I go along with their attics too.
But from afar, not physically with them, they amuse me more.
When I hardly call, there is a conscience that says I should especially after a month of silence.
When all else fails, an unexpecting call will come to my phone with a loud "grrr" on the other end.
Close relatives that casually talks and jokes with me over a forced beer drinking session.
And then they would ask all the same questions in aspects of my life - love, education and appearance.
Those are also the times I wish the beer was vodka or any other liquor I can get my hands on. (partly because I can only drink smooth expensive imported beer that does not rough against my throat)
Nevertheless, I love all of you, my family.

Max, the most lovable boy.
I want that carpet boy in my room as always.
Sleeping and waking up next to me.
With his big oogly eyes, he gets away with everything.
I wonder if he has put on weight. Tsk tsk tsk.

Friends, old and new.
My ears listen to their stories.
How sometimes it's upsetting when words don't help.
I will be there for you nonetheless.
Sorry that we don't keep in touch often but we can pick up where we left off regardless, surely,
No matter time or place.
That is as much faith as I have.
If not, come what may, I'm glad I met you.

A past is a past. Leave it there.
If you want to stay there, don't pull her in too. It's just unfair.
She can forget unwanted pasts.
But only because she wants to move forward and will only take along with her happy memories in her baggage.
If you want to dirty her clothes with a past she cannot change, so be it.
Because then, you don't know her,
And what pasts can do to change a future you will never see.

The world is all so wide and colourful.
Life is a road I won't stop travelling.
Because...
I want to see how your world is like.
Tell me your story.