To weep and to cry

I realise as I grow older, I give myself no excuses to cry, weep or even sob. When I was a kid, I wail hysterically everytime my brothers team up to snatch Koko Crunch from my bowl. But as I grow older, more painful moments like separations and conflicts are concealed to avoid unwanted attention.

Or maybe, just maybe... as one grows older, they begin to understand the meaning of dignity and crying out loud jst ain't acceptable anymore. Not only to male chauvinistic pigs but to growing up women like me and you.

To those tt hv seen that side of me, it's very rare so rejoice when I'm crying. Ok, that does not sound right. Errr... cry with me?

To my dear friends, have a safe flight! You're being missed eventhough it's only been 5hrs..