It was similar to a regression graph where points are scatterly plotted on my emotion charts. These have to stop someday before i'll finally, go bonkers. I hope they can be deep drowned in waters~

In the afternoon, after my morning lecture and inefficient revision in the library.
i was going to different petrol stations, frantically looking for winnie the pooh or baby pooh. I needed some comfort. Not that i want to buy anything to reminisce the lost. Each plushies were different and i didnt find one to my taste. In the end i merely bought a novel.

then
i dragged my fatigue soul to the beach. having a little peace.
Feel my journey. and ... a little heartache.

















everything needs time.
even fishing.
it depends on how far your bait can go.
so it came from the strength and the techniques when you flick your bait.












I was wearing sunglasses for a long time that i forgot i was having one.
Without it, everything seemed much more sunny.
just take it off.






this is in the night when i went back with swee.




The malay guy was having such a time with his pairs of dogs. which constantly fights with each other. at least interaction brings on fun. and i had none.






As the waves gathered and pushes itself onto the beach. They look like cartoonized ghosts with vevlet white blankets over their heads. They tried so hard to travel across the sea and push themselve to the edge, only to find out that the beach isnt any sacred place. but to realise they were dying off and going underneath into the seabed again after the splash. Treasure the process.




The wind is getting messy into my hair.

the coconut trees screamed.













WHY worry. it'll be okay when the wind stop blowing.









the wounded shadow.
can you tell.




Initially the scene is cleared of any moving animals. till i came. and played the music in my phone. One bird came along.

then the other two came.

and its time to leave when its over.

Is this maple? Its the only tree thats romantic on its own at the seaside.

If only in life, the directions were as apparent. .

and that they warn you before you decided to give a plurge.

That old tree is still there.

and also that one which clinged itself onto the bricks

still there.

over time.

were they one trees? or many ?

we gotta find out from the roots.

lets go through......

a problem. a heartache.

its a lovely tree in sight.

not in pictures.

and you find even the prettiest blossoms withered off to the ground.

can you feel it.

me.