Alright. I feel sorry. I have half a mind to delete that entry. Who am i to write such words.

Gosh. Feeling all emotional right now. Thanks to The Clay Marble by Minfong Ho.



When the rain is falling
When the rice is growing
When the day is done
Then my little one, my lovely one,
Will come home to sleep- and dream.

Now my eyes feel itchy after all that tearing. Damn.