Monday, February 28, 2011

Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne

"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you."

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Kite Flying



We didn't plan to go kite flying, but as L called Him - he is our own doraemon who pulled out a kite from nowhere (or more precisely, the car boot). The wind also arrived from nowhere (or more romantically, from some far away kingdom). And the kite just flew..... and if I could only bottle up this magic into a keychain I could carry everywhere, I feel like I would never grow old, never experience growing aches and would laugh forever. However, since that is not an option, one shall just keep meeting up with friends, for every one of them, are part of the alchemy to turn time into gold.

Our House


Aye aye captain!

Daddy has tendered in his resignation and is all aglow with the anticipation of RETIREMENT. He sees the future, in the best way anyone can see the future, we'll enjoy this moment and see where life takes us. Finally, letting the sailor in him, take over for the ride across the enormous sea that is our futures.

So, all of us were at Long House (I'm feeling the ocean motifs), for brunch, and Mum asked me, you would like to be married off in the house, right? And I said, yes! I would like to stand outside the balcony and watch everyone bully Him (i'm all for chinese marriage rituals). So Daddy said, "Yeah, after that we'll move near your place".

Then, Pearl asked, "what if i also want to marry out of our house?"

And Dad replied, "Impossible! Then, I'll never retire!"

Who knows where life will take us three years from now? However, there's something about the house we've lived in since primary one, that means more to us than a strategically located balcony. It's part of us, not just a place for our memories, but our memories itself - the place where someone first nursed a broken heart, the place where we dreamt and sang and filled up our wardrobes with all our passing fashions... when we are married off from this house, whenever in the future, he takes not only us, but he is forging his path through the rooms of our childhood to find us, to take our hands, and promise us, in our hearts of hearts, a new home.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Oranges are not the Only Fruit

Got this from MJL:


"As it is, I can't settle. I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name. Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never be destroyed. That is why they are unfit for romantic love. There are exceptions and I hope they are happy."

Friday, February 18, 2011

A Giant Gold Fish

I told S about the nightmare I had a few days ago. I don't remember if I was swimming, or floating, or walking, but I was running away from a GIGANTIC gold fish. S said it sounded like Jonah and the Whale. A metaphorical running away from responsibilities? destiny? duty? Or, sometimes, a gigantic gold fish is just a gigantic gold fish? I'm going to deal with it, as I always do, eat them all up.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

When You Find A Man
by Kabbani

When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.

Translation by Bassam K. Frangieh
and Clementina R. Brown

Friday, February 11, 2011

There When My Friday Night

I've been so overwhelmed with work that I am amazed that I can still form sentences. I think the greatest thing I've learned from my job so far is that every time you reach a place that you think you cannot push anymore, you can! It's the realisation that perhaps I have always been coasting through life and if I had actually pushed myself, who knows the things I can or could have done. But, that perhaps is the beauty of it. We are all given a degree of potential, but life in its unknown providence, don't necessarily bestow on us the desires that would match our potential.

It's going to strike midnight. The air conditioning in the office falls silent. It's time to head home.