Thoughtful Wednesday: ''Pacing...''

I saw this when I was on a public bus looking out of the window.

''Do not drive faster than how fast your guardian angel can fly.''

Thoughtful Friday: ''Contradictions...?''

Friday is supposed to be my love because the end of this weekday awaits the wonderful weekends. But after a day out today, I realized I wasn't that happy at all. I came home alone, together with a mind like a cement mixer truck loaded full of grey rocky cement. As heavy as a mountain. As unhappy as a child who couldn't get his mama to treat him an ice-cream from the ice-cream man.

Everyday we pass by tons of people - strangers, neighbours or friends. Sometimes we have conversations with them, sometimes we don't. I had some recently and that left me with many thoughts to ponder over today.

On a public bus, a parent told me how much she love her child dearly, how much she wanted the best for their children, how she and her husband planned their children's future cautiously and how hard they cracked their brains to train their kids into an all-rounded person - someone whom other adults will praise as a little genius, someone who is sporty, artistic and also a nerd. I stole a glimpse at her child reading a storybook beside her mother. Neatly plaited hair, thick spectacles and completely undisturbed by the commotions in the bus nor paying attention to her mother's conversation with me. Maybe others may sing high praises for such a behaviour, but to me this is bad. I find it sad that she's burying her heads into books and more books. She seemed dead to me. It's unfair. She is a child and why ain't she acting like one? To have a happy childhood, to explore new things, to ask many questions and to have friends to hang out with and laugh like what children always do - innocent and carefree. Somehow from her sweet smile, I felt that it wasn't at all near innocent. A simple smile hid unseen mixed feelings that emits out signs of exhaustion from the heavy responsibilities her parents threw onto her shoulders. Suddenly I felt disgusted by the mother who was still chattering to me about how well-behaved her daughter is, and how well she had performed in school. I shook her off with a silly excuse and got away safely..

Later that day I received an abrupt call from a distant friend, who begged me  to go jogging with her sometime this week. Given the fact I've long known that she dreads exercising nor perspiring much makes her initiation itself suspicious. She said so much ''pleases'' that I eventually succumbed to her demands. And thanks to that particular jogging day, I got to know her better. She's a shopaholic and maybe a little mentally unsound? She wore high heels on our jogging day and tried to sprint in them. We took turns to sprint in that heels because she forces me to and it was so embarrassing with all the weird stares from the public. Eventually and luckily, her heels gave way and we can pack up for the day. Through her I realized that as our world progresses, we are able to buy stuffs that are of better quality and also more durable. Sometimes, something can last so long, for years and years that we can't wait for them to spoil, so that we have the excuse to buy something else new. I don't understand. I really don't. It is such a waste to destroy something on purpose and also crazy to throw something usable into the bin. Seeing someone who can't curb their fashion craze, I wonder which is the best way. Durable stuffs and no one buys anything, the economy goes down or durable stuffs and try to get rid of them once you're sick of them and wanted something new?

Just so life is full of contradictions. How true can it be.

Happy weekends ahead!

''Littlle'' Yellow.

It was a hot lazy Sunday afternoon. Everyone was out. Mom and Pop went out for their first movie date. No one was at home. Leaving Me, scanning the channels on the tv with the remote control like a professional couch potato, stuck with the same old variety shows over & over again. I stared at the cuckoo clock on the wall. Tick-tock-tick-tock, the second hand goes. Time passes by like yawning eternity. I got bored and started drawing... a-and...here's what I've ended up with!

''The Beauty of Misty-ness...''

day One, day Two, day Three, day 4 •, day Five, day Six

Thursday, 7^thJanuary 2010

Successfully on the Bus... I made Boyfriend skip the cab driver's offer and wait for the bus despite the fact that a cab is much faster. 

At Jiufen... oh, the weather. Wish that my country can have this weather occassionally.

Restaurant > We found this place by accident while looking for restrooms.

Having lunch... It's nice to have warm soup during such weather.

Turning around the corner... I don't know why red lanterns were hung. Chinese New Year has yet to come. I remember walking past a stall that sells smelly tofu. It really stinks, but people still eat it. Cause they say, the smellier, the tastier! -.-!!

See, red lanterns again. And I just realized many shops here are either handicraft or gift shops... Awesome. Just what I am looking for.

One of my favourite picture collage containing 3 of my favourite photographs! Left, Middle & Bottom right corner.

Leaving JiuFen. On the way towards the bus stop. I bought many souvenirs & handicraft materials again! Very pleased with myself.

Going back to XiMenDing. Glad that we heed the receptionist's advice to include JiuFen in our vacation's ''places to visit'' list, though initially I hesitated when she told us that it would be misty there.

Light Of the City

Tracks:

1. Heaven

2. Shout It Out Loud

3. Above All Else

4. The God I Know

5. One God

6. Elevate Your Name

7. My Life, Your Song

8. The Rising

9. Spirit Fall

10. Sanctuary

11. God Of My Forever

12. The God I Know (Acoustic)

13. Eternal Blossom

I am feeling...

You are there.

''If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.'' ~Unknown Author

Sometimes we take things for granted,

Sometimes we do not appreciate what our another half does,

Sometimes we are too greedy,

We side-tracked to look for someone else whom we thought is better,

When the one we're always searching for has never left.

I am one ungrateful one,

The one who demands for more,

The one who receives & not gives.

I am the one who always smile because you make me smile.

I am smiling because you never left.

Fears & Deaths...

Silence. I don't hear people talking about it much. There was no big woo-ha over it or what so ever. Just a report on the evening news soon after the calamity hits and maybe a few more articles on the newspaper.  Reading through the news, it is sad to come across lines like this:

"The airport remains a bottleneck, the port is a shambles. The Haitian government is invisible, nobody has taken firm charge, and the police have largely given up."

"God has abandoned us! The foreigners have abandoned us!" yelled Micheline Ursulin, tearing at her hair as she rushed past a large pile of decaying bodies.

"We need so much. Food, clothes, we need everything. I don't know whose responsibility it is, but they need to give us something soon," said Sophia Eltime, a 29-year-old mother of two who has been living under a bedsheet with seven members of her extended family. She said she had not eaten since Jan. 12.

(Quotes above are taken from: Yahoo! News titled: A week after Haiti quake, aid for all is elusive, by JOANTHAN M.KATZ.)

Despite all this, here I am now at home hitting away on the keys, typing away, eating my daily meals and complaining that it was not that delicious. I wake up on my comfortable bed with my warm blanket over me, protecting my feet from the cold and warm sunshine shinning brightly onto my face. It is a happy mood each day. But it is horrific to know that every seconds the secondhand on the clock ticks away, someone out there is suffering. Somebody out there is starving. Someone is hurt and crying out in pain. Whereas here I am enjoying every second of my life to be with my family and friends. It just doesn't feel right now. But think again, there is probably nothing much I can do except to provide monetary aid.

May everything be well again. God Bless.

Punch, Smack, Aim...

16^thJanuary 2010: I went to watch a live boxing match with Bf & his parents. It's my first time watching one and thinking back, I still remember how surprised I was when Bf told me he wanted to bring me to watch his friend in the match. Initially I didn't expected much from it but alas, Bf's dad totally surprised me there! I knew he likes boxing but I didn't expect it to such an extent. Bit by bit, I'm slowly finding Bf's parents getting more interesting & fun to be with.

(15min to start...)

(SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY!)

(One of the aggressive ones. Almost deafened from the excited shouting produced by Bf's dad.)

(I heard somebody from the front row yelled, ''GO SHINY SHORTS! Go!'' Followed by a series of giggles from behind. Then ShinyShorts LOST!)

(Punch punch wack wack, ring ring time's up! The latter part got a little boring and I'm getting real sleepy but Bf's parents are still fully awake & hyperactive. Yawns.)

(Somebody won somebody. I saw this guy is dancing to the music with the flag. It's so funny. La la la, de de de, de de tan de de tan..)

(Main event ended... Though I know nuts about boxing as to whether who pulls a good shot or who is the who, I'm glad I was there despite my disrespectful continously yawning halfway through the matches.)

We tidied ourselves up before we left for Boat Quay to give Bf's brother a surprise visit & also to pass him the present we bought from our vacation. But sad to say, he doesn't seem to like it. Ugh.

GreenFingers? Hopefully.

16^thJanuary 2010: Grow my plant!

(Digging through my baggage for this little pot of soil I bought from my Taiwan vacation. So here it is - my Portulaca!)

(Hmmm... Today's temperature is just nice for planting the seeds.)

(Portulaca's seeds are so tiny. I can't see where I placed them. Gonna water them & feed them with lots of sunshine.)

(DONE! Hopefully they do sprout out or something. I don't have green fingers since young and none of the seeds I tried to grow succeed except for the green beans I grew for my primary school project. Ugh. I wanted so much to have a plant I planted myself instead of buying one from the gardener. But why don't they just sprout!!)

Taipei Zoo

day One, day Two, day 3 •, day Four, day Five, day Six

Wednesday, 6^th January 2010

Boyfriend woke me up just in time to make it for the breakfast in the hotel. Then we left at 10:30am to take the transit to Taipei Zoo. Passengers kept alighting on every stops, making me feel stupid going to the zoo on a rainy weekday. Thinking that it would salvage the day, Boyfriend bought me an umbrella from a nearby pushcart for NT $100. But the stupid umbrella flips everytime the wind blows, so often that it didn't survive our six-day vacation. We entered the zoo at NT $60 per person and ate again at the MacDonalds. I saw a few adults leading a group of very lively kindergarten children. No doubt, their youthfulness spread like begnin contagion. It puts a smile on my face unknowningly. It is good to be young. Soon later, Boyfriend and I gave up our seats for the children and left.

Flamingos! They looked great when we first came as all of them were lining up at the edge of the water. But as time passes by, some wandered off elsewhere.

Turning around the corner.

Lonesome bear.

Hyperactivity. The monkeys are the most active and just like us, they fight.

Birds inside the monkey enclosure.

Black Caterpillar.

 Beetle & Praying Mantis.

Crickets or something like that. I don't really like these creepy crawlies creatures crawling all about the leaves. It gives me goosebumps.

BeetleS...

Beetle & Mealworms. Argh. I hate worms. Can't bear to imagine my primary school teacher used to tell me that mealworms are nutritious & people do cook them to eat.

Great Camouflage. I nearly couldn't notice them a midst the green until I zoomed in. I thought they were leaves when I looked from the top.

Yellow Cocoons.

Black & White Butterfly on the wall.

There are lots of black & white butterflies in here. You can see them on the leaves, branches, on the apples and even on the floor. We saw one on the floor, directly in front of the air conditioner, struggling to fly against the strong air blowing out of the air conditioner. It looks so beautiful and fragile that we didn't dare to pick it up. Last 2 pictures of the butterflies. Boyfriend won't let me continue plus the battery bar was blinking red.

Dragonfly & Grasshopper! Everytime I sees a grasshopper, it makes me think of how my dad used to teach me catch grasshoppers when I was little. Those memories are a treasure as I know they will never happen again because dad & me are no longer talking & partly because grasshopper's population is declining due to human's interference on the environment such that even if dad wants to reminisce the past & find a grasshopper, he might not even find it.

Butterfly Specimens.

Koala Bear Resting.

Always a Magical creature. The Owl.

Owl & Giraffes.

On the wall of the Special Exhibit : The Pandas.

Lastly, to the Mini Zoo to buy souvenirs again.

National Palace Museum.

day One, day 2 •, day Three, day Four, day Five, day Six
Tuesday, 5^th Jan 2010

Outside the museum. Saw houses built on the slopes of the mountains.

Souvenirs for Bf's parents. Earlier on inside them museum, we saw the evolution of chinese characters, learnt the Chinese history and saw many Chinese artifacts. Sometimes I do wonder, people collect antiques because they're an investment. But are we buying the antiques or the time on the ancient antiques?

Adorable Tiny Cabbage.

I love the flowers there and the words on the glass.

Wandering around..

Bald trees swaying gently in the cold.

Bf then took me to Shilin Night Market where he and his comrades went last year during their overseas military training. We ate Yoshinoya for dinner and Bf started pointing at the menu like idiot because he doesn't know how to read the chinese characters! It sucks when the staff taking our orders gave us ''that'' look.

Like two runaway kids backpacking for none other than a ''camping trip''.

day 1 •, day Two, day Three, day Four, day Five, day Six

We called it the ''Flight Day''
Monday 4^th Jan 2010
Departure: 1310 Hours
Arrival: 1740 Hours, Taipei Terminal 2, Taiwan Taoyuan International Airport.

During the 4 hour 30 min spent on flying, Boyfriend watched the movie, Inglourious Bastards with me, napped, ate, played Sudoku, and napped again. Whilst, I ate, dozed off less than halfway through the movie, woke up, watched Spongebob Squarepants and got very irritated at Boyfriend who kept snoring. In the end, I forced him to wake up and play with me. And ugh, he won me 6 times out of 6 in Tik Rack Toe! Ugh. There is also a weird old lady sitting beside Boyfriend whom I think, got very irritated at us, or maybe just me, because I kept pulling the window screen up and down, making the glaring sun rays shine through so much that our eyes hurt and we can't watch the movie because it was too bright.

Finally, the plane arrived at Taiwan Taoyuan International Airport. Seeing the signboards written in another language makes me feel very insecured that I grabbed Boyfriend's hand obediently like a kindergarten kid hiding behind her teacher, as we searched for our transportation. Unfamiliar with their bus routes, we decided to flag a cab instead of waiting for the buses and spent a total of NT $1200 on cab fare to Ximending to look for the hotel that we failed to book online.

Man, I still remember how shocked I was the moment we step out of the airport entrance, chilling wind blew happily at us like they are anticipating to see our pathetic plight. They just kept coming at us. Boyfriend and I shivered like stalks of new-born seedlings trembling at their roots. Thanks to living in a country that has no winter nor snow. Even a gentle cold wind can get our skin hair standing upright more effective than any hair gel in stock. Fast and dry too.

I looked up at the sky then at my cell phone. It was only 1800 hours but it looked more like it was 2300 hours. Back at home, 1800 hours is evening and the blazing sun would still be hanging halfway in the sky, but here, 1800 hours is night time. Seems like the night is gonna be long and cold. As we got to the entrance of Paradise Hotel, Boyfriend's face was full of dismay the moment he saw a tour guide holding a small red flag leading a troop of tourists out of the hotel. Another tour bus stopped beside us and a stone throw distance away, a few tourists pulling their baggage are walking towards us.

Without further ado, Boyfriend pulled me inside to the reception before they could get to it. Sadly, there were no vacant rooms left for us. Stranded with just thin jackets, flip-flops, many weird stares from passers-by and only a small backpack, we shivered with cold as we walked randomly for accommodation without a map nor an auto-roaming phone.

(maybe just a small screenshot saved in my camera)

Still lost and cold, we came to KingShi Hotel that offers us standard business suite for NT $2800. By luck or something, maybe the receptionist decided to charge us NT $1400 a night, which is NT $7000 for five nights! Awesome!

(nice room that has a quick boiling kettle, coffee, tea, drinking water, bath tub, hair dryer and my favourite cable tv!) 

After settling down happily, we went to Watsons to check out their stores. Woah, they have much more variety than we have back home! We also settle our dinner at a small food stall nearby served by a very friendly uncle who immediately recognized that we were not locals and started giving us some tips and good places to visit during our 6-day vacation.

He is a nice person except for the fact that he wrote down the dishes that we did not order on our order sheet without our acknowledgement pissed me off. When he realized that we realized what he did, he continued his conversation louder and faster, leaving us no way to interrupt him before he walked off. What can we do other than shaking our heads and sighing. We were both too hungry and tired to confront him. Same for the cab driver. He charged us higher than what the price meter showed.

First trip to Taiwan... with Hon... ♥

Saturday, 9 Jan 2010:
Homeland, oh homeland.
Somewhere I grew up from, a place I knew so well.
Little dot land, I'm finally coming back!

Still deep in thoughts, a confident gentle sound wave swiftly found its way into the drums of my ears. I looked left and there stood a beautiful air stewardess who wanted me to lift up the opaque window screen. Glaring rays of sunshine fought to shine though the clear glass, chasing away my sleepy clouds one by one as I slowly pulled it up. I stretched my stiff arms and peeked outside.

(window)

(high sky)

Clouds and more fluffy white clouds decorated the vast blue sky that seem to make a very nice bed - gentle and soft. The plane has flown lower since. I touched the glass window and it felt real cold. I was surprised and immediately grabbed Boyfriend's hand and placed it on the window. Instead, Boyfriend surprised me by not being surprised at all. He said it was all common sense - the higher we go, the colder it gets, something we learnt in geography class. We do? Geography?

(annoucement once more!)

Erm.. Then came a series of annoucements from the captain and the staffs that interrupted our awkward silence and saved myself from embarrassment cause Boyfriend and I were caught in our own laughing fits to even recall me making a fool out of myself just now. The captain was making an annoucement about the plane landing soon and a few sentences before he ended the annoucement, he talks about the temperature using his cool charming sexy voice,

''the expected temperature of .... is 30°C, the time of arrival is ...''

Uh-huh. The very instant I heard 30°C, I spit out the water I was drinking while Boyfriend raised his caterpillar-lookalike eyebrows real high with his mouth wide-opened. Then we looked at each other and laughed. Seriously, we didn't expected it to be so hot at home. Imagine complaining about the heat while four hours 30min ago, we are shivering in cold at 10°C for six days in Taipei ! How ironic can it be.

(whose mouth is this???)

I was lucky to sit by the window for both of our arrival and return trip. When I look through the window once more, guess what I saw this time? Lands! We are flying lower again. It's no longer just boring bluey sky everywhere. What used to look gigantic looks so tiny now. If you look carefully, there are roads meandering alongside the rows of residential buildings. I saw large rivers, deltas and green pasture lands to ugly brown lands bald from any vegetation. Looking down at our Mother Earth from the top is no doubt very magnificent.

(Landing soon...)

(Taking off...)

(Over Somewhere..)

Me: ''Look! That's our land.'' (pointing at elsewhere, *not in the above pictures)
Boyfriend: ''Re...ally?'' (staring at me with enormous disbelief)

Me: ''See, no other countries will build their houses like stacking up blocks of Lego.''

Silence...

As I stick my face close to the window to have a better view while Boyfriend stretched his skinny body over to me towards the window. We waited and waited. The plane flew past the land and another land, and another land. And we're still flying!!

Ok, I was wrong. (embarrassed) I can't imagine I just acted stupid in front of Boyfriend when I said what I said with so much confidence.

(Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs!)

Alright, never mind about that cause we started to get engrossed in watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs! I can't believe 6 days flew by so quickly. Memories of my bursting excitement boarding the plane for the very first time of my life six days ago seem that it was just happened yesterday.

Happy New Year!

Thursday was the last day of year two thousand and nine. It was not well spent, most probably the only meaningful thing done was  catching the glamorous fireworks display a midst the crowd. The atmosphere was lively with crazy crowd singing and cheering on the streets. Not forgetting how rowdy they became and even jaywalking dangerously on the road. I guess new year is probably the one time you get to see such a scene. It is no doubt really fun squeezing among the crowd where occassionally strangers from all walks of life would tap on your shoulders wishing you a happy new year ahead.

Well, earlier I was on the way to my destination, I saw a close resemblance of someone I knew brushing past me in an opposite direction alongside a companion. The last time I heard of him was he getting attached. I couldn't believe that he met someone else. Seeing him once again yesterday felt like a knife stabbing my heart over and over again. It hurt badly. My mind was swirling. My feet felt rooted to the ground, reluctant to move an inch. Every step I take became heavier. I had to exert strength to lift it up and keep up my pace with the crowd. I wanted so much to turn back and clasp his big paw hand into mine, feeling the protection and warmth.

But deep down, I can see clearly. There is no beginning to begin with. We had not started and never will be. It is a future unwritten; without traces of me nor you. The ultimate impossible. I wanted so much to slap myself awake. Awake from the desire that shades me. Awake from the illusion that blinds my mind. I want to you to disappear alongside the gentle breeze. I want the sinful desire shatters into thousands of pieces thrown into the black hole forever out of my mind. Will I ever get you out of my head?

Still, watching the colourful fireworks accompanied by the loud explosions chased away the fears harboring in me. That short instance, I felt blissful. I saw glimpses of hopes. I saw rays of light. A new beginning to start anew. A chance bestowed. Hopefully a better year ahead too. Happy new year!

To you, my friend. I'm starting to love you.

I thought you were my friend.
I thought the world of you.
You are always the one I turned to for advice.
I thought our friendship can withstand time.

But lately, I don't feel the same as I do anymore. My hatred grows for you. Your presence makes my heart unbearable. Unknowingly, an evil feeling creeped into me. I wished you could stay away. In the dark, the feeling lingered by, lurking at every opportunities that I will succumb to its commands. In the light, some thoughts held me back from pushing you away. They are regrets. I don't want to regret letting you go.

The times we spent, the memories we shared. It is a pity to erase the memories that truly belonged to  us. I wanted to tell you how much I hold them dear to my heart. But no, I can't. My instincts surrounded me like oxygen gas, constantly whispering into my ears, commanding me to stay away before my dislike grows like a thorn, chained in my heart. I know it hurts. I felt it too. The bleeding heart inside is failing me.

I just wanted you to know, it is not your fault. Thank you for everything - your kindness, patience and guidance towards me. You'll always be part of my growing up life, an irreplaceable character in my life story that shapes me into who I am.

It has been a remarkable miracle for two strangers of completely different temperant to cross each other's paths and get along so well all these years. I am truly glad we met. But I hope you never know, about the words that I can't say, the letter that I didn't post. May you always remember me as a coward.

Movement of Aliveness

Martha Graham:

"Dance is the hidden language of the soul"

Mary Whitehouse:

''...I came to see that movement is one of the great laws of life. It is the primary medium of our aliveness, the flow of energy going on in us like a river all the time, awake or asleep, twenty-four hours a day. Our movement is our behavior; there is a direct connection between what we are like and how we move...As people begin to move in their own way, they are faced with feelings of surprise and delight and often of anxiety and embarrassment. Judgments, corrections and explanations are of no use. It is their movement, and it happened just that way.''

Emotive text messages

I got a text message very early this morning. It was from a guy who has the most unfriendly face, tiny narrow one lined eyes and a curved downwards smile, that you couldn't wait to squash him deep down flat on the face like an ant. And that is what makes our friendship contradicting. Seeing him is a torture as every now and then I can feel the urge ozzing up my chest gushing  into my brain, telling every of my reflexes to give him a once-in-a-lifetime five on his face any of his ex-girlfriends has ever given.

I met him twice or thrice before and each time I never fail to churn out all sorts of ideas in my head. I almostly thought I could be an expert in pulling off the hardest and coolest punches if I am to continue our regular hangouts. He is an inspiration to me to squash him like an ant who probably is one of those who own the most magical face in the world for being able to tempt me.

Despite all these, my ears actually enjoys listening to him. I love talking to him. He tells me how awesome I am. He listens attentively to my boring ramblings like a voice recorder, not a word missed. He used to ask me how I am and how was my day. That triggered my ramblings hormones which magically twisted him from an ant to a awesome voice recorder. I no longer associate him as an ant anymore and my hand finally succumbed to my fierce commands. But, despite the good turn in situation, our friendship did not withstand time. We gradually got busy with our own lives and went our separate ways.

I was dumbfolded when I picked up my phone and read his message. We haven't kept in contact for so long that I thought we would most probably not keep in contact anymore. I thought he had forgotten about me. I didn't know that he would still keep my phone number as I wasn't a very nice buddy to him before. I didn't know receiving a message from an old friend feels that great. To feel remembered, treasured and appreciated. Somehow in my heart, something feels wrong. I had phantoms of negative thoughts that erupted like an underwater volcano and flooded my mind so quickly that I had no way to escape. I felt confused. What if the message was not meant for me?

I read the message again, somehow, a feeling that this abrupt message does not belong to me still lingered by. Insecurities overwhelmed me while devouring my self-confidence. I didn't want him to know that I missed our friendship. I decided not to reply and chucked my phone under my bed. It is silly. Seriously. To be shaken by a text message that showed up in Arial font and font size 10.

Next,
11:15PM. Me: We aren't going overseas?
11:24PM. Boyfriend: Going. But I don't think we are going with my friends. We go ourselves ok?
11:39PM. Boyfriend: Ok?

My high spirits were dampened by the sudden realization that we are not gonna have a group vacation anymore. It felt so much like God has just poured a pail of icy water onto me. I shook off the damp & cold but to no avail. There is no return point. I have invested too much thoughts onto my very first overseas trip to accept any changes to the original plan. I want a group vacation!

The Last Time

(cont') I slept was 5:24 AM.
            I ate was yesterday 9:20PM.
My brain is hungry. Real hungry.
My eye lids are like rock slides, attempting to let go and snap shut any moment. Simultaneously yawning broke the silence accompanied by the echoing growls from the tummy.

Gosh, what have I been doing?

Popcorns & Nachos

(Shinjuku Incident)

(Avatar)

(Bodyguards & Assassins)

(alvin & the chipmunks)

What I've done today....:
1. Bought a handicraft book that I have always wanted at a bookstore today.
2. Boyfriend and me watched Bodyguards & Assassins and Avatar in the threaters together. We ate a very nice popcorn combo that comes with a alvin & chipmunks toy.

(cont..) & for the rest of the week:
Thanks to the movie-madness symptoms showing up on boyfriend making this week a freaking movie addiction week. Transformers, Transformers: The revenge of the Fallen, Shinjuku Incident, Bodyguards & Assassins and Avatar, I got to watch it all in a week! Awesome.

Shinjuku Incident and Bodyguards & Assassins makes me feel unwell. I looked at boyfriend but he was too engrossed in watching the movie to notice my glance. Gross, gross, gross. He didn't even look away. Is he enjoying that gross scene?

Poster credits: MSN, Wikipedia.

Eye.

''Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.'' ~from Saint Augustine.

This was drawn quite some time back. I remember it was really tough trying to draw it as realistic as possible. And I think I drew it too hard on the wrong type of paper that it looks like it is going to tear apart. Doesn't it??

Over to the other side

(Sunset from my window.)

(Isn't it nice?)

 

The sunlight shining through layers of clouds makes it feels so heavenly. It's like God is up there waiting for us in heaven - the place where we live for eternity.

The sun has set. We're ready for dinner time while all the way across the globe at the exact same moment, there are people waking up or are still soundly asleep. 

A Little Bit of Life

When I was little, my teacher used to tell me a story.

''Many years ago, on grey Mother Earth there lived a Giant. He was huge. Every creatures feared him. The Giant felt lonely and depressed. One day, He held up his paintbrush & started painting the nearby tiny trees. Bit by bit, he applied coats & coats of watercolors onto the trees, grass, rocks & hills. More and more creatures surrounded him, fully mesmerized by the world of rainbow presented in front of them. Woah, they exclaimed and started to dance. The Giant joined in, very elated that he had friends finally. Tears rolled down his cheeks & blurred his vision. Suddenly, He tripped over a pot of paint. Baby-blue paint splashed all over the grey sky and ocean, adding a taste of tranquilty to the world.''

Generations gone by and the descendants lived their lives....

† Like the blue sky, always seem so calm and peaceful.

The sunlight like torches shining down on us,

brightening up the every tiny evil dark corners in our hearts,

bright and cheerful.

White cotton clouds, soft and fluffy,

float across the sky

with the gentle breeze. †

Sky is like friendships. Vast and boundless. We can have friends from all walks of life,

different races, different nationalities.

Sometimes we're like torrents,

when we hurt each other badly.

We sat and cried out buckets of tears.

Sometimes we're swept away by hurricanes,

when we quarrel.

Blown away strongly from each other by anger.

Friendship is being held onto by a strand of thread,

easily broken.

Sometimes, friends make us feel at ease.

Encouraged.

Pleased.

Confident.

Friends are beautiful gifts in life.

A life time companionship.

They're like the boundless sky.

Calm and peaceful in the day,

with stars watching over you at night.

Another long lost friend of mine caught me by surprise by texting me today. Memories of the times we spent together during our schooling days flood my mind the moment I read the message. Those were good memories. Though there were both bad and good times. During that period of time, I grew and learnt a lot with the companionship of this friend. As people grow up, we tend to forget to stay happy. More people in this world are lonely and unhappy. I am one of them. What is happiness?

With the hectic, fast-pacing life, I lived like a zombie trying to complete the never-ending workload and had long forgotten what happiness is. If not for the text message today, I would most probably continue living in my lifeless robotic lifestyle.