November 3, 2007

• It’s Nothing.. again

  And so I took the next afternoon off to the park behind my house to pour out what was on my mind to a very faithful listener. He appeared somewhat quiet, as if afraid to say anything offensive. (But thanks for being there and being patient with me. I appreciated it!) We sat at a piece of concrete which extends like a jetty towards the lake, and watched the aerators rotate continuously, splashing waters as they did. It was cloudy, but the heat of the sun could still be felt. But it was milder, not strong enough to make me sweat.

  I didn’t bother whether I’d get darker, being outdoors in the afternoon. The park is only lively in the mornings and evenings. I don’t bother using a whitening cream anymore. I’m starting to accept my skin colour. It’s fun to be mistaken as a Mongolian or a Sarawakian/Sabahan. Haha!

  So after being emo for an hour, ranting, rambling and complaining, I felt better. Watching the ripples on the surface of the lake helped to calm me too. At that moment I felt blessed to be living so near to a beautiful park. I have a lake behind my house, man! Haha. Sudden realisation.

  I wanted to slide down the spiral tube slide but there were a couple of schoolgirls there, blocking the entrance. Oh well. I was trying to take a picture of a butterfly which was on a purple weed flower, but it didn’t turn out focused. Then my eyeballs focused to the seeds of the weed.

  

  It is designed this way so that the breeze can carry the seeds to another place, hopefully somewhere with some earth, so that they can be germinated. I never noticed them close up till I took a picture of them. So delicate.. connected to the sphere in the center.

  God is so creative.

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