Of Long Lists and Train Rides


Hello there.
I have been away for a moment.
Good away not really awful kind of away.

Ill share more about it. Soon.



Vast World

Maybe the present requires us to appreciate the city lights, sunsets, sunrise, and coffee separately.
Maybe despite the vastness of this Universe, a portion of US will be kept.
Somewhere, someday we will realise there’s so much hope for you&me.
We will look at each other and know we’re just effin meant to be.



If only I know how to write a song I would pen a love song called Ethiopia

This is not socially relevant
This is me and my dreams in Ethiopia
With you in Ethiopia

A random thought that appeared in my dreams
Somewhat surprising but we know what it means to dream
These are thoughts tucked within
These are thoughts I’m keeping in

Haha sweet, sweet life
Requesting to be heard
Requesting to be seen
Ethiopia in my mind

And since I cannot pen a love song
May my words be just as strong

A quiet plea
Hidden truth
Stories of almosts and once upons
Ethiopia of my youth



To me flying is a source of joy. I’ll always stay like a giddy kid enjoying her first flight. Tell you, for me there’s nothing quite like having a bird’s eye view during the ascending and descending part of the ride.
Remember all the myth-busting factsheets on and offline that say flying is supposed to be the safest means of transportation?
How I hope we can still say the same thing these days.

This year has been disconcerting given the number of air fiasco we’ve experienced.
If you search for the numbers of air accidents we’re smoothly traversing to our safest years since ’05 but counting the number of fatalities is a different story.
Just for this year alone, how many ‘disappearances’ have we encountered?
How many flights landed into some dark abyss nobody knows where?
How unequipped are we in terms of technology? How advance can we really get? The flying cars of the future, will they experience the same detour?
I have no idea.

Yea, I know ‘accident’ happens. Take a cab, bus, train, whatever.
But you know what baffles me? Accidents, freak or plain miscalculated action/inaction do deliver a certain closure.
They provide answers to our WHYs. We can blame something, someone.
There’s always an end.
But when the brain can’t sort things out, moving on becomes the most tedious process.
We will never be able to understand the depth of pain of those who lost a loved one during MH370, Flight 17, Flight 222 and this most recent one.
It’s truly heartbreaking and we can only hope they can find a way to cope and wish somehow something will fill in the gap.
Perhaps the worst kind of lost will always be the unexplained ones.


Of Darkness and Light


I have always admired city lights maybe just as much as I’d long for sunsets or sunrise.
For what feels like forever now, the vast darkness that surrounds me kind of changes what used to be fancy and “reachable” man-made stars.
“Lucky” to know that I will be back in the city soon but I can’t help but feel some sort of pain for the ones residing here.
Maybe it’s just me, maybe I don’t see things the way they do.
Still it makes me wonder how it feels to know that all that scarce here are just an island away from them.
How does it feel to sleep each night knowing that kind of world exists but you have concluded that you cant/ have no means to reach it.

[Photo: Children having fun playing glow in the dark sticks. 5:45PM, Oct2014]