Saturday, 29 June 2013

My next to do:

  • Watch the sun rise by the sea

Narcotised.

I like the inhibition alcohol offers.
The hazy, sleepy yet somewhat happy bubble you enter.

The bubble for you only. The heavy lidded eyes. Half closed, half open. 
Take your pick. Which shall it be?

That you're inclined to say more. Do more.
Arms to cling to. Faces to hold.

I like late night walks in winter.
The simultaneous freezing cold, yet warmth. The burn of alcohol down your throat. The way it warms you from the inside. The gentle swaying. The cool air. The uncontrollable shivering.

Soft voices.
Shoulders to lean on. Familiar scents.

The visible breath of air.
Amiable silence.

I like the fog.
In it, I can hide myself. In it, you enter the same, alcohol-induced state of being. In it, you're alone, enveloped.

Just you and the world.
Quietly. Softly. Gently.

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Perigee


The next time will be August 2014.

So now I know why.

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Taiwanese youngsters and their misconception.

For some reasons, they seem to all think koalas and kangaroos live in our backyards.

The first thing the young ones I've come across ask about living in Australia is: "Are there a lot of koalas and kangaroos? Can you see them from inside your house?"

I step gingerly; trying not shattering these illusions, but denying them all the same - albeit as delicately as possible.

My sister, being my sister, replies, "Oh yeah, totally. We have a pet koala in our garden and I ride kangaroos to school."

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Queen Victoria Market


I will miss the ragged photo quality of this phone when it's truly gone.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Monday, 17 June 2013

Departure gates


Fly away on a plane,
Just like you came to me.

Escape

I say this all the time, and especially during times like this. But I truly wished I could drop everything and leave.
Explore a new city. Establish new routines. Start afresh.

What tidings will the coming months bring?

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

V


My future home will have floor length windows.

Thursday, 6 June 2013

Monday, 3 June 2013

When you promise to stand by each other till the very end.

Those elderly couples you see on the road, walking alongside each other. The way they probably have for fifty plus years. Their entirely synchronised steps. Left, right, left. In exactly the same speed and length.

So endearing.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Are you afraid of dying?

Right now, yes I am.
But maybe not for the reasons so many of us associate with death.

Somehow, I've never thought of death as an abyss.
Never just a hole in the ground. Or ashes to scatter to the seven seas.

There's always something more.
Another world. Reincarnation. Or our souls float out into the universe and to another planet, to take roots with another civilisation.

In my mind, it has never just been a blunt end.

I'm afraid of dying right now because I haven't done enough.
I haven't contributed enough to the world.
If I die now, my existence would have been but a zephyr, a passing breath of wind in this wild storm of life.

I have adventures to go on, abundant love to give, to love and be loved, families to create, stories to tell.

That our bodies age and become frail is a given.
To be able to live forever... is that not a curse in itself?

Have you ever thought of it this way?
That we die because our bodies can no longer contain the wonderful souls we are, and have become.

They says there's a moment of perfect clarity. When you're dying, and this one moment where everything unravels, the smoke clears and you see it - because you've done everything you could have wished to do in this life.

When that time comes, I would happily embrace my death.

I want to have made a difference - to someone, to something.
I've said this countless times, but I still wholeheartedly believe. I have more to offer. I know I do.

I haven't found my gift. That leaves both meaning and purpose of life unfulfilled. Still far from the person I one day hope to become.

So much to learn, so much to give, so much to seek. I only ask for enough time.
Time to make amends if I need must, and time to see all my wishes come true.