A brunch treat

At Cement

i want it, i will take it!

tat's what little bro's way of doing things.
and big bro will let him (younger one) step all over himself - no fighting, no complain.
when i asked brian, 'are u unhappy about aidan?' to which he replied,
'no because i love him. he is my little brother'.

playmates

some not in.... some other day, will capture.

Dare to dream; Risk safety and comfort for dream

This is from a blog which i followed, and I just paste the article here.

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ost afternoons were spent alone in a stairwell, and it's hard to admit I sat there. Alone. Every morning I packed a lunch and stuffed it in my purse, usually opting for PB&J on wheat. After a couple weeks of floating around law school, I found a quiet corner adjacent to the dean's office where I sat in solitude. And thought. 

I thought about my mom's illness, I thought about my hibernating study habits, I thought about how much I spend at Whole Foods. I was all over the place and by the time I finished eating my apple, I was ready to head back to the library. Or just sit and wait. Sitting or leaving. Studying or running. Laughing or crying. I hardly knew what I wanted but the ache in my chest wouldn't go away. 

I'd wake every morning at 4 a.m. and drive to the gym, wait in line for a treadmill, then run. If you saw me on that treadmill illuminated by the overhead television displaying CNN, you'd think I was running from something. 

Perhaps I was. 

Two hours later, I'd leave my apartment--after a hot shower, a cup of oatmeal, and a good cry--and catch the campus shuttle to school. Then I'd find myself alone on the stairwell again. Rinse and repeat. 

People often assume the risk I took to start my business was not returning to law school. But that's far from the truth. I would have taken a larger risk staying in law school knowing just how unhappy I was. Sometimes we risk our dreams for safety and comfort, but I was ready to risk safety and comfort for my dreams. 

Today whenever I eat a PB&J on wheat, I am reminded of my solitude in the stairwell, knowing life will always be filled with risk...it's simply a matter of choosing which one you'll take.


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My thoughts are - wow, it's sooo good that a person dares to risk her safety net to follow her passion. what wud my life be like if i had 'identified' my own passion at a younger age, and not be bound by the traditional thinking that i must get a degree and i must get a job. a job, regardless...

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this is my niece, and i made her my model for shooting....

Today is Brian's birthday

and i had the most pleasure in getting the kids to help pack some 30 goodie bags for his classmates. no cake.

and here is the birthday present from dad, after he come back from the DAP political talk. and B is soooo happy!!