*Through the years
we will all be together
If the Fate allows
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And Have yourself a merry little Christmas now.*
Monday, 2 December 2013
Christmas
A Christmas card that arrived early - on Thanksgiving day. I love it to pieces: the mistletoe on an egg tart, the message inside, the person who sent it.
Thursday, 2 May 2013
After a whole day being in a pressure cooker or otherwise described as urban middle-class working life, it's so so so nice to come back and spend what is left of the day, in the warmth of your voice and tenderness.
Can we one day leave and find some place where we belong to?
Can we one day leave and find some place where we belong to?
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
There is nothing sexier than a man who is impassioned and totally engrossed in what he is doing.
Nothing really, well, except for those arms.
I should stop this rambling and look for brain soap.
Nothing really, well, except for those arms.
I should stop this rambling and look for brain soap.
Thursday, 14 March 2013
This time last year
It feels really good that special memories hang there at the back of your mind like it just happened yesterday.
St. Pat's day spent in Chicago with Z, 2012. How lovely is this memory. It shines like a bright spark in my unreliable memory. It was beautiful because it was spent with someone who thinks that I am special, because it was filled with good food, coffee and cheers, because it involved a beautiful city whose charm I just discovered.
One day I hope to go back there, and maybe you'll still be in the city and I will ask you to come with me, to relieve that moment again; once upon a time on a lovely day in the spring break.
St. Pat's day spent in Chicago with Z, 2012. How lovely is this memory. It shines like a bright spark in my unreliable memory. It was beautiful because it was spent with someone who thinks that I am special, because it was filled with good food, coffee and cheers, because it involved a beautiful city whose charm I just discovered.
One day I hope to go back there, and maybe you'll still be in the city and I will ask you to come with me, to relieve that moment again; once upon a time on a lovely day in the spring break.
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
From iPhone
I'm writing this post as I enter almost-peak-hour train. One of the perks of working in the company's where I worked now is that I can end the work day relatively early. It's a lovely feeling to see the sun when you exited the office for the day.
She's in town this week, she my old, quirky friend. She made a decision last year to go back to Indo for good. What a brave girl. I will never be able to do that and I sincerely wish her well.
December last year another friend left too. We are at the point of our lives where we made decisions that make our paths diverge, often a point where they will not converge again.
There a sense of loss, but really it's all about trudging bravely in our own chosen path and say a little prayer that life will be so kind that it will bring us together again, even if for a fleeting moment.
She's in town this week, she my old, quirky friend. She made a decision last year to go back to Indo for good. What a brave girl. I will never be able to do that and I sincerely wish her well.
December last year another friend left too. We are at the point of our lives where we made decisions that make our paths diverge, often a point where they will not converge again.
There a sense of loss, but really it's all about trudging bravely in our own chosen path and say a little prayer that life will be so kind that it will bring us together again, even if for a fleeting moment.
