All she wants for Christmas...

"wa!" A baby was born. A name was given. There, a new identity in the society. She looks at the world through those blue eyes. She points at everything she gets interested in. But her parents were puzzled. Why does she... never cry? Never made any noise, let alone talk? But they pushed that thought aside, thinking it was just their paranoia.

Then, one day, she called them "Dad" and "Mom". They couldn't believe it. The elation and the confirmation that she was "okay". Everyday, they taught her new words, but all she could say... was "Dad" and "Mom".
They got irritated, and wanted her to learn more words, but as the days passed, all the training has just made her say "Dad" and "Mom" in a sadder tone.

Then, one day, they continued their training and realised that she could say all the words they have been trying to teach her. They were shocked, but again, the elation has overruled any thoughts in their mind.

She grew up as a fine lady, with all the lessons that her parents taught her since young. She graduated from high school, went on to college, and ended up in University. As most parents hoped, she went to the University of Melbourne, Faculty of Law, a future lawyer.

One day, with no rhythm or reason, she collapsed in her room.

She woke up 3 months later.

As those blue eyes open, peeking at the unfamiliar, yet familiar world. She was discharged, and her parents came to bring her home. During the taxi ride, thoughts raced through her mind. She just felt that, all this while, she was living in another's life. She saw her life suddenly. Her whole life just flashed past.

When she was a kid, all she wanted was to view the hectic world with watery eyes.
She just wanted to call "Dad" and "Mom" in the most innocent tone.
She wished that she was never so smart, to do well and end up in places that expectations were so high.
She realised, that all this while, she was just living the life of another.
Trying so hard, to be someone she's not.

All she wants and wishes for now...

is herself.

Have you ever...

The life of a sprinter.
The cooling breeze that she has never felt at the track, because she has never stopped.
The pride and glory that she brought to her school.
The perspiration that she has left on the track.
Now feels all so... melancholic, as she wheels herself out of the sports complex.

CIP

CIP is like... a plaster. You'll never know when you'll need it.
CIP is also like... chocolate. You'll never know how to appreciate it until you've tried.
On the whole, CIP is like... air. Its sooooo important, you're probably using it without knowing.

CIP is everywhere.

Who's life, is it?

All this..

"why did you not tell me?! How could you, you -----------------------!"

But hey, isn't it my prerogative? Like you know,

"Who's life is it after all?!"

Matters, that doesn't really matter.

Does it matter to you if the sky comes crashing down?
Or maybe something happened when you can't control...

Does it matter to you?

But hey, what can you do?

Clothings.

I once questioned myself,

"If clothes are to cover, why the price of the brands and designs?"
"If clothes are for beauty, why the different materials?"

So of course, I was answered by pretty much common society answers, which I do understand, but doesn't exactly answer.

Then came up with the Dri-Fit and Waterproof materials.

So I was thinking...

"Are you a Dri-Fit, or Waterproof?"

Untitled.

Ever felt like, everything goes wrong?

Like you stumbled out of your bed and twisted your ankle?
Or probably, hugged the wrong girl? (whom really had a very similiar back view)
How about the feeling of losing, when you haven't even fought?

Yeah, closure.

I say open your frickin' heart and mind.