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Monday, June 25, 2007

I love flying kites. But there's no one to do such a romantic thing with me. The last person who flew a kite with me was a neighbour who stayed beside me back in Malaysia. That time I was still young, real small in size and I will always be the one holding on the string coiled around my hand and that friend will have the kite and running metres to and fro me to flight the kite. It has always been a tough challenge of grasping the essence of flying a kite.





No no, not too much release of the string.I thought the more string I release the higher it will go ? Instead it will plunge down the air as there's no tension controlling it high in strong wind.
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No no, don't pull it to hard, let go a little.I thought I have to maintain the tension of the string, so the kite goes to where I want? Never that way, the string will snap and you will cry. Because the kite will fly to somewhere you can't see again.





I've always succumbed to Life. It's nothing but a dominant puppeteer which maneuvers you to something you never want. And when you achieved what you want, you wouldn't feel the strong longing for it like in the past. Just try flying a kite. Having them fly 2 feet high is already a problem, how about letting in hang up high in the air and bringing you attention and glory? You release a coil or two of the string and it heightens in the sky. But soon you will realise the trick of flying the kite higher and higher is not just about releasing more and more of the string. Maybe by then, your kite is already gone and all you see is your string dancing with the wind coming down to you.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[10:54 PM]