Why won't come over here, we got a city to love

In the span of my two hours nap earlier,
I had a dream-


I was on my knees,
With both of my arms spread wide apart,
Seemingly welcoming someone I never knew.

The little one, still running towards me,
Everything started to click,
To making sense,
When I heard him uttering with such adorable tone I so wished to hear in the future.

"Paa! Paaa!"

A son,
I heard my inner voice coming to me,

I had a son.

I took him into my arms,
Swinging around wildly as I stood up,
I remembered laughing out of joy.

I had a son.
Even though it was a dream,
I felt that strong bond between us,

I love him.

But then,
Everything turns weird all of a sudden.

My adorable son somehow breaks that hold,
Uttering nonsensical ancient dialogues that somehow seemed so familiar to me.

And it happened.

Beautiful flames dancing around him,
With him,
As he jumps towards me,
His right hand arm extend to full-length,
I felt my jaw cracked as his fist landed squarely on my chin.

"SHORRR-YUU-KENNNN!"



Sigh.

Looks like I've had too much of Street Fighter 4 lately.

Like come on,
It was supposed to be a nice dream of fatherly love.

Anyway,
Last night when I was accompanying naz watching Man U match at my living room, (possibly be the last before he enlist to the army :/)

I came upon photo albums under my table.

Those before-shots-go-digital kind of photos,
I couldn't believe my eyes though.

How much darker I've become.

Still I have people coming up to me going like "You're too fair!".

Just wait,
Till the next update.

If I'm hardworking enough I'll post my younger days photos here.

Including one photo I dare put a,
"White version of South-African kid"
As a caption.

And faf you moron why haven't you been online these days.
:/


Next dream I wanna try a hadouken,
Lan