Idyllic

Waking up in the warm security of your arms, your gentle breath whispering against my ear, I'd stay still awhile just to keep that moment close. There is beauty in staying still, in savouring. 

Stacks of warm pancakes, maple syrup running off the edges escaping in fluid sucrose rivers. Fluffy, syrupy goodness, an orchestra of textures and tastes. We'd throw some berries on it, I'd tease you about the tangy berries, and you'd tell me to load up on Vit C. 

Lazy quiet afternoons. Favourite tunes on the stereo. Curled up reading and getting lost in far away worlds.

Long, slow walks in the park. A quiet breeze ruffling invisible fingers through my hair, I'd cuddle closer to you. There's a picnic basket, a bottle of wine and some pretentiously fancy sandwiches waiting on a cozy blanket. We'd watch the sunset over the horizon, and talk of distant futures.

Inky dark skies, twinkling starlight, nestling in the crook of your arms, we'll listen to crickets sing the music of the night, a steady lull, I'll close my eyes and drift away. 

Dreams. We all dream. Existence, is idyllic. 

Luang Prabang, Laos

September 2012

The rest of your life is today

The sun glinted through the arches, casting off shards of sparkling reflections. The yellow of the floor, flanked by brilliant grey walls shone in vivid colour. Hues of blue, red, yellow all seemed to come alive, bristling in the crackling heat. It was a breathtaking sight, resplendent and glowing in natural light. 

The piercing ring of a phone woke her from her late afternoon reverie. Turning around to answer the call, she made a mental note to capture a picture of the scene. We all know how this story ends. Turning around, the sun had moved on, just as the seconds had crept by, growing up into large long minutes. All that was left was immortalized in her memory, enhanced by imagination, and brought to life in words again. 

Moments past.

We wait and wait for the rest of our lives to come strolling by, and so we spend today planning and planning for the future. We have a comprehensive report on what the rest of our lives are going to be and soon we let this vital reawakening slip past, this IS the rest of your life. The rest of your life, is today. 

Fun fair, Kajang

18 November 2012

You look naughty but I'm sure you're nice

I want to see the world through your eyes,

To love unashamedly, 

Because therein lies true courage. 

To light up with life's simple pleasures, 

Because life can and is simple. 

To revel, run, laugh and play,

Because celebrations exist as long as the mind allows.

To forget pride, fear, self-doubt

Because only you are allowed to be you.

To only fall in hugs, kisses and gentle reassurances, 

Because those falls will catch and clutch you in security.

To remember honesty and treasured moments, 

Because living a lie, would be cheating Life. 

To never doubt that when you give, 

You're also giving back to yourself.

One day, when I step back into the shoes of the child I was and am, 

I will be that brave once again

And to my little inspirations, 

I'm not sure if you'll see this in the distant future, 

But I hope when your beliefs are challenged, 

You'll always remember this moment. 

Contours

You'll never learn how to walk
if you don't first learn to pick yourself up after each fall.

You can't control the contours of your face, but you can control its expressions - Anon 

Moments like these

are to be treasured :)

Today's smile-inducer :

A friend is one who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words - Anon

Time

Because life isn't measured in the currency of time. It's moments and memories that make up the seconds and passing minutes.

Enjoy. And then pass it on.

Complexity

They say that time will tell all things.
Understand that you are complex because simplicity is a matter of how fast you get through these knots in life
Understand that it takes a lot of giving, and no expecting before you see any receiving.
Understand that you can never ever expect someone else to take the first step.
If it matters enough.
Jump
And jump high.

Duck

You rise and punch
You hit and run
Call me when you finally
grasp that bull by its horn
Until then
Keep ducking
The blows aren't gonna stop