The picturesque autumn makes the most beautiful postcards on the bookstores. Every single individual leaves make a difference to the overall. It's extention of it's beauty to shades of red, gold, orange, pink, yellow embellish everything. But eveything has a time to come and time to go. A time for fallen leaves. A time for flowers to lose its petals. A time to bloom and a time to brown. When autumn has to bid good-bye, when the next season in queue is frowning and waiting inpatiently, autumn will rob itself of all the red gold orange pink and yellow, and creep away silently, unnoticably. Some might weep, some might cheer, some might talk about it, but most people won't notice. The minute hand of the clock ticks on. The earth never stopped spinning and.... life goes on. Farewell, autumn.

Farewell, my dear father. Farewell, the man who brought me cellos and gave me support through my music career. Farewell, the warrior who fought for my welfare and well-being all these while. Winter has come, you have gone, but it will be a wonderful sunny spring after the bumpy ride through winter. It will be good. It promised to be. I'm sure.

My father died in the late afternoon of the 20th April in the Taipei Mackey Memorial Hospital. Age 54. It was a natural death due to illness. He left peacefully - shutted eyes and tight lips. When they rested him into the casket, he looked like he was just taking a nap. A peaceful nap. But he's gone. It's an empty shell.

It was my first time flying to Taiwan. The weather was unhelpfully cold but the people were warm-hearted. The funeral parlour people helped us through generously and even arranged and paid for our transport back to the Airport on our departure day. Through the busy schedule we had there, we found time to walk through the busy Shih-Ling market, roam through Taipei streets and tasted a wee bit of their food. It was a good experience nonetheless.

Enough said. Pictures! Very few photos were taken because we were really busy and totally out of the usual self to be in the right mind to take photos. Nevertheless, some surviving photos captured managed to make their way here, into this entry.





































Now, daddy, you can look we are alright. We are strong. And we can support ourselves. Rest peacefully and don't worry about us. We will be fine. There's always winter, but there's always spring remember?

Farewell, autumn. Beautiful leaves of red, gold, orange, pink and yellow, squrriels and beautiful postcards on the bookstore.




On a happier note, I've just gotten myself a new bed, made completed with a new set of bedsheet. It's ultra cheery and i love it so much. Of course, i still love my colour flurry blanket more.





I-sometimes-wished-things-could-have-been-different-but-it's-not-point-thinking-we-just-have-to-move-on-with-life-ly yours,
Hughes

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