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Music

I have a group of people I should thank. It’s been many moons since I last sang and played.
Somewhere in the chaos and humdrum of daily slog and life, the notes, the rhythm just got left behind.
Maybe I told her once too many times, that I was busy, that I didn’t have time for her. Eventually her calls got softer. And I haven’t heard them in a long time.
Recently, I began to hear music again, felt the passion stirring in the little corners of my heart. Felt the sweetness when I caressed the smooth taut wood.
I begin to hear the notes, cadences and lilting melodies amidst the hustle and bustle of life. I began to hear music again, once I started to listen.
πŸ˜‰

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On a sunny Friday morning, I’m sitting here drinking tea, eating a bun. Somehow that doesn’t quite convey the full essence of the meaning when said in English as opposed to saying it in Chinese. I want to say like I’m relaxed, laid back, all prepared to welcome the weekend, and just sipping my tea and nibbling dainty morsels of cha siew, with it’s chewy outerwear.

Oh well, I’m glad it’s the starting of the weekend. The kind where one just goes with the flow. I sort of know what I have to do over the weekend. But not restricted by time.

There’s a place for a productive weekend where everything is planned to a T, appointments are made to the minute and things get accomplished. Satisfaction at the end of the weekend.

Then there’s a place for the other kind of weekend. It’s vague. Plans are made for lunch but no specific time set. A call when one wakes up. I might go run an errand or service the car impromptu. Maybe even paint for a bit if time permits.

Which kind of weekend do I prefer? Maybe the latter most of the time, with the former just to break the routine once in awhile.

 

i like Fridays like this


After lunch, treated myself to a cup of joe and a huge white chocolate cranberry cookie.
Thunder started threatening us with rain.
But it doesn’t spoil my buoyant “Happy Friday” mood, I called it.
Some little irritations here and there, but all in all, I’m still glad it’s Friday.
And it’s so nice to sit down with the bitter, black brew neutralizing the cloying sweetness of the white chocolate and sharp sourish cranberries in the cookie. What an interesting mix for the palate.
Listening to the rain showering down on the warm red bricked pavement, I sighed contentedly, nursing my warm brew.
I like Fridays like these, really.

L’arc-en-ciel

L’arc-en-ciel, the arch in the sky literally. it refers to the rainbow.
I cannot quite fathom why colourless, invisible light can be shattered into so many prisms of colour.
I cannot say I have found a singel person who hated the rainbow. But I have encountered many whom even though they have no inkling of it’s symbolic meaning, find hope in it. That is a mystery.
I guess that’s the one more of the many million things that I do not understand.
Oh it’s a good thing. The world loses it’s mystery if everything could be understaood so easily.
I guess that’s why there are many mysteries kept locked up, of some get revealed in due course, of some we will never know the ryhme and reason.
Maybe if all things were revealed, there is nothing left to look forward to, we already know what’s happening. There is no need for hope. NO hope. How dreary a picture that paints. And when there’s hope, then we have faith to sustain us. Faith to lead us through the uncertainties today to hope for a better tomorrow! πŸ™‚

Christmas is upon us

Christmas came upon me suddenly. Oh, I was aware of the passing days, and the dates slipping by. Almost like one playing with a strand of pearls, absent mindedly fingering the pearls one by one and letting them slip along the rope. Before you know it, I had reached the last pearl!
That was the feeling Christmas gave me this year of 2011. I cannot remember taking any good photos of Christmas lights or any thing that made me feel Christmassy this year.
Every single year, I get nolstalgic, remminiscing about the year gone by, wondering what have I done, hoping for a better, more fruitful year. Wondering if I’m getting the gift I yearn for every year. This year, all those listed and more. Feelings of anxiety and a little bit of timidness crept up. I cannot help but hope and wish, hope and wish, hope and wish.
Thoughts unspoken, buried beneath the layers of fear and walls that time has erected, needs to be vocalized,and finally, I think we’re getting there!
And so this is Christmas, for black and for white, let’s hope its a good one, without any tears.
Let’s hope for good tidings, shall we? πŸ™‚

Happy Friday

Wheeeee, happy weekend!
I know I’m going to be so stoned tomorrow from lack of sleep, but the weekend beckons alluringly.
Luring me into it’s contagiously cheerful mood.
In spite of the horrible traffic jam congregating everywhere outsid, I’m hoping for a lovely drive to my destination. And a session of catching up!
So, cheers! πŸ˜€
Here’s a photo to end the week with, the boy’s expression is a good gauge! πŸ˜‰

last year, this time

The Peninsula


Last year this time, looking forward to this. I’m thinking life’s a little eccentric at times.
And now I’m in a different place, couldn’t be doing a more different role, closed off an entire project, albeit a short one and with loads of help with really efficient people, on my own. Signed, sealed and done! πŸ™‚
And I’m amazed. Actually I never fail to be amazed at the twists and turns the roads seem to take me on.
It’s different. It’s change. It’s a fitting in all over. It’s a game life loves to play with me.