Kaypoh fingers

Winter is upon us. It is getting colder by the day, lesser daylight too. It doesn't help that you are homesick and missing your loved ones.

In this very low and emo mood, I was browsing through friends' Facebook profiles when I had this peculiar curiosity to plug in a particular name in the searchbox.

And there it was - one of the first few that came up. I noticed it was a new photo; that of a happy couple - guy with a I-don't-like-to-take-photos-actually smile and girl with a I-don't-care-but-you-have-to-take-photo-with-me look. It was evident who was forcing who to take the photo.

And now it can be made public. I do have my suspicions that it is due to the fact that there is nothing more to hide now that it was clear that I know everything from our last chance encounter at Parkway.

It got the emo-ness in me thinking. I was there before in the same position, same look, same smile, just that it is a new dude in my place.

Can we be replaced that easily?

Or is there always something special left behind that cannot be replaced?

If there is, I would like to know what it was, at least for me.

On my part, she can never be replaced. I would like to keep just the beautiful memories and discard the hurt and the sorrow but its so difficult, it cannot be done.

The good memories will always bring a smile to us. We prolong the lingering image in our heads, in that sepia image, and cherish the happy moment.

For as long as the thought is in our heads, the pain in our hearts can be forgotten... temporarily.

Alternatively, just one click - and the photo disappears.

In a flash...

Twelve days came and gone in a flash and Mom's visit was over. I didn't realize how much I missed my family till my Mom's visit and I yearn for the day to return home to them.

In these twelve days, we didn't visit many places but just the normal ones. Freo for souvenirs to bring home to Little Mark & family, the City for Delizioso pizzas and restaurants, Coles and Woolies for daily useables, Port Bouvard for some good ol' fishing.

It really made my day when my Mom was present to see me fly and do what I was training here to do; thanks to Leo's narration which helped them to understand what was going on. And for two more subsequent flights as well. The swell in my throat and the high-headedness that followed were simply unforgettable.

At the airport last night, it dawned on me that it was the first time I was sending people off here. And being unable to follow them home - the feeling was shite.

A chunk of me went off with them to the boarding gates and the rest of me returned to my bunk on a very cold and wet night where you can see your breath against the orange glow of the street lamps.

Business as usual today but it never feels the same though...