There is something about the night that I love. Half the world sleeps while I wake. The quietness belongs to me alone. That pleasant solitary it offers, irresistible to me.
A great sense of freedom, of being awake in the night. Without the world to watch over me, naughtiness overcomes me. I can be totally crazy and carefree.
A Peter Pan awakens within when darkness falls. Flying free through the dark skies, breathing in the beauty of the night. My little brown fur ball, my Tinkerbell. Stirring in his sleep occasionally, stretching that fat, lazy body of his. Rolling around, sleeping in his funny and adorable postures. Making me laugh, that wonderful magic he possesses.
Put on some music. Dancing without a care in the world, like a Broadway musical star. Crooning along to the songs, the chirping crickets and croaking frogs are my background vocals. My Tinkerbell, my only audience.
Listening to Jamie Cullum's, "Singing in the Rain". Imagining myself in the rain, dancing like Gene Kelly - the way that he did. Who's there to laugh at me? Except the moon and stars above. And perhaps, my Tinkerbell.
So, no. I don't want to sleep when the night beckons. Let the world sleeps for me. I want to be wide-awake. I want to be crazy and carefree...
Monday, June 21, 2004
Friday, June 11, 2004
Just the islands...
Tioman Island, Malaysia. Ko Samui; Ko Phangan, Thailand. Beautiful islands - places where I can escape to and leave behind the worries of the world. Where I can do absolutely nothing. With nothing else, except the sun, the sand and the sea...
Lying on my hammock, hanging from a small, wooden hut. Book in my hand, or just without. Lying there lazily, doing absolutely nothing. The warmth of the sun on my skin. The sea breeze in my hair. Breathing in the salty, tangy air. The mix of the hypnotic sound of the waves with the jazz on my player - the most relaxing music I ever heard...
In the night. The whole island veiled by the moonlight, by the starlight. Me, lying on my hammock still. Looking up into the dark sky, few clouds strolling by. Stars, shining brightly as ever. Orion's Belt, the only constellation I know.
Rainy afternoon. Opened the door and windows, just to let all that cool fresh air into my hut. Hammock wet from the rain, curled up on the bed instead. Looking out dreamily, enjoying every bit of this rainy day. With the rain singing the lead, the waves as the background vocals.
Lying on the beach underneath the star- and moon-lit sky, on the mat and against the cushions. Beautiful cocktails and delectable finger food. The sounds of the waves and those seductive salsa music. The feel of sea breeze caressing my skin. Dim oil lamps adding mood to the already perfect ambience. Playing the sand with my feet. At this moment, life can't get any better than this...
Lying on my hammock, hanging from a small, wooden hut. Book in my hand, or just without. Lying there lazily, doing absolutely nothing. The warmth of the sun on my skin. The sea breeze in my hair. Breathing in the salty, tangy air. The mix of the hypnotic sound of the waves with the jazz on my player - the most relaxing music I ever heard...
In the night. The whole island veiled by the moonlight, by the starlight. Me, lying on my hammock still. Looking up into the dark sky, few clouds strolling by. Stars, shining brightly as ever. Orion's Belt, the only constellation I know.
Rainy afternoon. Opened the door and windows, just to let all that cool fresh air into my hut. Hammock wet from the rain, curled up on the bed instead. Looking out dreamily, enjoying every bit of this rainy day. With the rain singing the lead, the waves as the background vocals.
Lying on the beach underneath the star- and moon-lit sky, on the mat and against the cushions. Beautiful cocktails and delectable finger food. The sounds of the waves and those seductive salsa music. The feel of sea breeze caressing my skin. Dim oil lamps adding mood to the already perfect ambience. Playing the sand with my feet. At this moment, life can't get any better than this...
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Me and the rains...
I love the rain. The serenity. The tranquillity. It soothes me. Kind of makes me happy, makes me calm.
I love lying on my bed when it rains. Looking out of the window, that tree outside my window. Watch its leaves fluttering about, riding in the wind, in the rain. The cool, cold draft against my skin. The pleasant sounds of the splattering rain, the wind knocking against my window. Beautiful shades of grey as the backdrop...
Strolling in the rain without a care in the world. Just to feel the raindrops drumming and tapping against my skin. All the worries and unhappiness, drain away with the rain...
Fell asleep on-board the ferry to Ko Samui, Thailand. The rain, the wind and the slow rhythmic rocking of the ferry lulled me to sleep. It's nice to sleep in when it rains. Mmmm... What a pleasure...
Rainy night. Had my jazz CD playing. The mix of jazz with the sound of the rain - the most beautiful music in the world...
Yes, those sad moments with the rains... Walking in the stormy rain, to the park by the South Perth River. Sitting by the river, tears and rain streaming down my face. Cold and soaked as I was. Sad and lonely though as I felt. Still, rain was my only comfort. Cleansed me of the feelings I hate, the pain that I feel...
I love lying on my bed when it rains. Looking out of the window, that tree outside my window. Watch its leaves fluttering about, riding in the wind, in the rain. The cool, cold draft against my skin. The pleasant sounds of the splattering rain, the wind knocking against my window. Beautiful shades of grey as the backdrop...
Strolling in the rain without a care in the world. Just to feel the raindrops drumming and tapping against my skin. All the worries and unhappiness, drain away with the rain...
Fell asleep on-board the ferry to Ko Samui, Thailand. The rain, the wind and the slow rhythmic rocking of the ferry lulled me to sleep. It's nice to sleep in when it rains. Mmmm... What a pleasure...
Rainy night. Had my jazz CD playing. The mix of jazz with the sound of the rain - the most beautiful music in the world...
Yes, those sad moments with the rains... Walking in the stormy rain, to the park by the South Perth River. Sitting by the river, tears and rain streaming down my face. Cold and soaked as I was. Sad and lonely though as I felt. Still, rain was my only comfort. Cleansed me of the feelings I hate, the pain that I feel...
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