The Boy of My Life.

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I prefer shots of him when he's focused and being serious.



He was born when I was ten.
I was ecstatic. The first time I carried him in my arms on a soft king-sized bed, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever give birth to a doll so fragile.

As a toddler, he was silently stubborn. His eating habits left the adults wondering aloud who he inherited them from. When he slept, his eyes would occasionally crunch up, signalling that he was having a nightmare. Then he would shout random names of his closed ones and hug them tightly, with tears, and at times, urine, spraying in every direction.

Soon, he grew up. Incoherent words began to make sense - but he is a boy after all. Every sentence includes the names of cartoon characters or action heros. From watching the Tom & Jerry VCDs I lent him, to admiring Transformers, Power Ranger and Wolverine from the DVDs his mum (my cousin) bought for him.

From 2002 till now, he has changed so much, and been through an entire stage of his life. He may not remember me much in his younger times, perhaps simply as The Auntie with Awesome Games in Her Mobile Phone.

But the difference I see in him each time we meet strikes me.

Likewise, the past seven years for me...
You would be surprised at how much I've changed.

Maybe it's me who has been screwing it up.
Maybe you've said but I never listened.

Maybe, maybe.
I don't quite want to guess anymore but it's too difficult.

Almost as if without you, I'm nothing but an empty shell.

Monica said I'm too abstract on my blog. Well, that's the point.

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Bless HP for delivering the adapter for free since the printer's still under warranty.
Back to work for now and ever.