Why is goodbye the hardest thing to do?

Watching Scrubs (season 6 episode 15) made me reflect on the past year floating between the moments my dad was there and when he was gone.

Deep down I had always hoped that he would pull through by some miracle. I never had the chance to actually say goodbye while his was still hanging in there. I could always chalk it up to the fact that the whole event, from healthy man to passing away, was quick; less than 3 weeks. However the truth is I was never ready to accept reality.

Oddly enough, it took a TV show to really drill home to me the stark truth about myself. I was never ready to let go of my dad.

This is the man, my father, about 3 and a half years ago holding his grandson (my sister's first born), Benjamin.





























May he rest in peace.

Big Brother SUCKS!

OK, so I got bored of the "Big Brother" style take on my new plant, so here is just a stupid story...enjoy!

The Jap Girls were out for a wonder, enjoying the cool September evening.

They spotted something strange in the distance...just what was it?

As they got closer, the started to investigate...

"Hmm it's large, round and a terracotta colour. Could there be something inside?" one of them questions. "Perhaps there is, we should climb in and look!" said another.

As they peeked over the edge, they saw something unbelievable strange...
"Is it a rock?" asked one of them. "No, it looks like a plant with the green colouring with grey speckles." replied the other. "It really looks like a living splitting rock, I think they are called, 'pleiospilos nelii' or 'split rock'" replied the third one. The other two gasped and shouted, "YOU'RE NOT ONE OF US!!!! YOU'RE TOO SMART!!!"

...and so ends the first chapter of "The life and times of Jezza, the Split Rock"


P.S Sorry for the crap quality pictures...my phone sucks major ballz. :(