Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
Monday, February 06, 2012
"Mmmm......", leaked a soft purr from the depths of my throat...
The enticing aroma, so seductive and incredibly irresistible.
Despite my cautious sips, fail it did to stop the burning sensations on the tip of my tongue; Tiny gulps of bittersweet-ness sends a rush of heat through my body, leaving a moment of warmth, comfort and calmness...
While a shot of clearance kicks in my head triggered a boost of energy, and the subtle, almost an artificial intoxication envelopes me; projecting little twinkles from my eyes that slowly shifted themselves gazing upon yours...
"Chocolate, men, coffee - some things are better rich." ~Author Unknown
Whenever I read, or see something, or hear something, feel something, anything, that gives me a special feeling. An overwhelming one, a touching one, an inspiring one, or even the sad or angry ones.. well they are strong, so they matter. And at that moment, it feels important. And I'd want to keep them, remember them at least. So I wish I could write about it, jot them down somehow, and keep them to be looked back into, reminisce and feel it again.
So this time around, I am doing it. Maybe not the first time on my blog but it definitely has been a long time.
I was reading Paulo Coelho (yes, I am still not done reading yet.)
And today, I like this:
"...as he was walking down a street, he saw a house of ruins. 'That building is me.' he thought, and at that precise moment, he felt an immense desire to rebuild the house." - (Title: Rebuilding the House) Like the Flowing River by Paulo Coelho
I just stopped writing. Without knowing the reason why.
Even when I had all the time in the world, idle and bored, I do feel like writing, telling something to the world wide virtual space beings out there... sharing something. But then I didn't know what about? What am I going to write? Are there anything inspiring?
But it's so empty and neglected and cold and lonely lately.
But here I am at work, nothing to do, and it has forced me to write... at least something?
I'm feeling groggy and tired. Popped some fever medication.
I got up at 7-ish this morning thinking that it was 7 in the evening..... I know I need more sleep.
But I don't feel like staying home. I wanna get out..
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
It felt like I have stumbled and fall too many times of my liking...
Yet, though with struggles, I always bound to stand up again and start anew. With so much love and support, I have no excuse not to and disappointing them who are important to me is the last thing I wanna do in my life.
This time around, I am starting all over again.
With less expectations and pressure I try to apply onto myself, I want to start off like a clean sheet again.
In this new environment of kids and new kind of work (still within my knowledge, skills and capability), I wish to grow more, learn more and definitely give it my best but with much more passion and with a new way of looking at my job.
Today will be my first day of work. (With no sleep TT) BUT I am still gonna give it my all...
P/s: Thank you 'dear' for your support and wishes. <3>
It was late when I got up yesterday in the evening.
Since my days are idle now, I got up a few times and checked my idle phone to fine empty messages and phone calls... which only added up to my boredom and I was simply reluctant to get up and feel bored for the rest of the day.
But when I entered my bathroom to freshen up, I heard a little boy but I wasn't not sure which one (since the family who lives next door has four sons), one of them, the cutest one whose about 5 or 6 years old I'm assuming named Brian, was singing...
You are my sunshine,My only sunshine,
You make me happy, When skies are grey,
You never know dear, How much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away...
He kept repeating it again and again but kept mixing up the lyrics after that and making up his own words with a mixture of plenty gigglings and laughter with other kids' voices.
:) I can't help but giggle with him while I listen with a grin.
I thank 'him' for making me think of happy things, people I love and especially the person who's in my head the most right now and all that, that brings that smile to my face.
And most of all, to make my day all sunny again after all these unhappy days.
Nothing could tickle my heart and lift it up than to hear a child sing.
And here is 'You Are My Sunshine' by Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan. (Which doesn't sound so happy as I thought the song should be. Enjoy :))
Beautiful soft lines and whimsical colours form her illustrations - depicting nostalgia, woolgathering thoughts with a hint of innocence and a twist of the minds.
