If I happened to show up on your door step crying,

Would you care?

If I called you and asked you to pick me up because something Happened,

Would you come?

If I had one day left, to live my life;

Would you be part of That last day?

If I needed a shoulder to cry on,

Would you give me yours?

Was doin my usual blog surfing routine when i saw these words on Jason's blog.

The 1st time i entered the blog like a few months back, i was first fascinated by the photos he took.

They were never vibrant with colours, but rather, flooded with black & white ones.

It's even more enticing when you realise how miraculously the words and the pictures integrated into one, sometimes... piercing right into the fragile heart.

Speaking what the silent mind has been tryin to shout out aloud.

And as i read those words above, together with the black and white picture of 2 kids standing in the snow, a sudden pinch of pain hit me.

i guess i just have this "connection" with black and white pictures.

Though for all who knows me well, i love beautiful spring colours dat supposedly makes pple happie.

Yes, but it's the black & white pictures that make me wana take one more closer glance. That make me emo. That make me feel the "connection" deep inside.

I hope it's the time of the month again when my emo cells get easily triggered off again.

Maybe yes. Maybe no.

All of a sudden, i see myself as a little sampan boat floating amidst the sea with nothing to hold...

Go with the flow.... Go go with the flow.........