There was something strangely therapeutic about throwing paper airplanes
out of the window, 22 storeys above ground.
Being all excited about it like little kids,
scribbling down wishes,
hopes and dreams for the future on both sides of the paper.
Throwing them out,
following them with our fingers
watching it swirl down before nose-diving to the ground.


Will these dreams ever take flight?

Happy Birthday Janell,
you're such an amazing girl and I love you so much!!

Nothing beats coming home and hearing a familiar voice over the phone after a bad day at school.

Yeah,
I'm happy i've got you.

This is irreplaceable.

(SPOT ME!)