Wild Wild West - the first stop

Out of spur, just like those pioneers back in early 19th century
They left the East where lives were flourishing along with factories
For something unknown yet so hopeful
A new place in the vast and empty West, surrounded by the bisons
Where a new life can be born out of one's creation.

Heading to the end of the West of America
Beginning tonight 5 hours drive to Flagstaff,
First site of the month, Beaver Creek Campground
In the heart of Coconino Forest, sheltered by cottonwoods
Within drive, there lays a beauty; the red Sedona.

new mexico is special to me. one of reasons is that it has taught me to appreciate diversity and brought me to a place filled with wonderful kids that never cease to teach me one thing everyday.

our parents, they are a different kind of people. i've heard this before that parents understand what children do not say. Does that strike you as something beyond your comprehension?

Really in fact we all know that it is not that complicated, it is simple if we pay attention to their instincts. it's the instincts of parents that make them special and different from any other people in the world.

Always remember our parents raised us the best they could. :)

2:28am

tonight is one of those sleepless nights. figured it was time to change my blog site into more fitting layout that somehow explains my life at this moment.

so what did i do tonight? i wrote an email to one of my oldest friends that i've lost in touch with ever since i entered college. im losing myself in the world of pictures, typical of me.

and i also am sure that i will write more blogs.