thank you mom.
everyday day
i pray to be
strong
and practice
to prepare
myself for facing
that very moment.
with eyes closed,
i always pray.
mom, i love you.
made in heaven
winter silhouette 2003
my about
- Vahd Mulachela
- Jakarta, DKI, Indonesia
- my name is vahd. yes, vahd. I love maps, reading, writing, figuring out 'the way to get there and back again'. my coffee is black with a teaspoon of sugar. I rarely discuss my tailor or my hairstyle. no matter how busy i am, i can always be relaxed... especially when i'm in cikini or when there's good music. i play the acoustic guitar (mostly to entertain myself and someone i try to impress) and i have a pair of old shoes that's been walking with me through so many different streets where i saw and meet people quite like you.
the viewers
the stats
the road less travelled
to get there and back again, Rinca Island, 20 May 2007
2 comments:
Ik zoek een woord,
een woord dat niemand kent,
een woord dat zegt,
dat jij de liefste bent!
I love my mom too... Mom's are really a race..undescribable! A race different from all the others..Moeke, mama, moe, moetti, mams, .. however you name them they just are mom!
When I was young (yes I'm old now ;) I couldn't understand how you become a mom..and after all these years, I realise I still don't know.. Wow!
you're right an. mom's everything. the bond between you and her is matchless. :)
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