Look through me. The naked me. In front of you, clear as crystal. There is nothing to hide. There is nothing you can't see.
My feelings for you, so pellucid. My love for you, so limpid. My soul, unclouded for you to see. For you, the translucent me.
Behold me. I'm baring all of me. My heart thumping for you to feel, in a glass-like me. Yes, my passion in a plain view to see.
My affections for you to discern. My desires for you to perceive. There is nothing to doubt. What is there to shroud, the easily see-through me?
So castaway your dubiety. Throw away your uncertainty. My love, come on and embrace the transparent me.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Friday, October 01, 2004
Singing in the rain...
Meandering in the rain with an umbrella in my hand; I held it against the grey and dismal-looking sky. My umbrella, white and baby blue, merry shades of a clear, sunny sky. Colours so exuberant and blithe, they tinted the sky into a jovial hue.
Under the showery sky, I jumped and hopped. Under the willowing trees, I skipped and pranced. Frolicking with the water puddles, humming "Singing in the Rain". Took a glance around and made sure I'm out of anyone's sight. Leaped into the rain, and onto the pebbled pavement. Did my little Gene Kelly dance, crooning away like he did, twirling that cheerful-coloured brolly in my hand.
Nearby, a stranger quietly stood. He gave an applause at the end of my little dance. Startled though I was, I blushed and gave a sheepish bow. To my only audience, I waved him goodbye. I bestowed a last bow like any good performer will do and gracefully egressed...
Under the showery sky, I jumped and hopped. Under the willowing trees, I skipped and pranced. Frolicking with the water puddles, humming "Singing in the Rain". Took a glance around and made sure I'm out of anyone's sight. Leaped into the rain, and onto the pebbled pavement. Did my little Gene Kelly dance, crooning away like he did, twirling that cheerful-coloured brolly in my hand.
Nearby, a stranger quietly stood. He gave an applause at the end of my little dance. Startled though I was, I blushed and gave a sheepish bow. To my only audience, I waved him goodbye. I bestowed a last bow like any good performer will do and gracefully egressed...
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Making sweet sadness...
Making sweet love to Gabin's "Sweet Sadness". Our bodies entwined, moving to the rhythm of such sultry music.
Kisses shared, lips to lips; the taste of red wine on our lips. Moulding ourselves onto each other bodies, skin to skin, as we deliquesced into one. In your embrace so tight, body against body; feeling so breathless in your arms.
Digging into your skin with my fingertips, drawing them across your body; pink traces following that titillating pain.
Feeling flushed, I lie against your frame, smelling the sweat on your chest. The taste of it on my lips, as I slowly kissed them away. Held your hand to the tip of my tongue to savour the sweet poison, of the miasma from your tobacco that lingered on your fingertips.
Lying here wishing for this moment to stay, never to see the end of this day...
Kisses shared, lips to lips; the taste of red wine on our lips. Moulding ourselves onto each other bodies, skin to skin, as we deliquesced into one. In your embrace so tight, body against body; feeling so breathless in your arms.
Digging into your skin with my fingertips, drawing them across your body; pink traces following that titillating pain.
Feeling flushed, I lie against your frame, smelling the sweat on your chest. The taste of it on my lips, as I slowly kissed them away. Held your hand to the tip of my tongue to savour the sweet poison, of the miasma from your tobacco that lingered on your fingertips.
Lying here wishing for this moment to stay, never to see the end of this day...
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Rain veils my romantic orange night...
Rainy night. Orangey clouds against the dark sky, my romantic orange sky. Two of my favourite things - night time, rain...
Silvery streaks of lightning across the sky. Howls of the thunder. Rain veils my beautiful orange night - a mesmerising, picturesque view. Sitting by the window, taking in this breathtaking sight. Immersing in this indescribable feeling, enjoying every second of it.
Put out my hand, just to feel the rain. That therapeutic feeling - rain tapping against my hand, against my skin. I shivered from the coldness of the rain, but it makes me feel alive, makes me feel comforted...
Breathe in all that fresh, cold draft that comes with the rain. It clears my troubled mind, soothes my troubled soul...
"Try so hard to disregard, the rhythm of the rain that drops, and coincides with the beating of my heart..." - Maroon 5, Songs About Jane : Sweetest Goodbye
Silvery streaks of lightning across the sky. Howls of the thunder. Rain veils my beautiful orange night - a mesmerising, picturesque view. Sitting by the window, taking in this breathtaking sight. Immersing in this indescribable feeling, enjoying every second of it.
Put out my hand, just to feel the rain. That therapeutic feeling - rain tapping against my hand, against my skin. I shivered from the coldness of the rain, but it makes me feel alive, makes me feel comforted...
Breathe in all that fresh, cold draft that comes with the rain. It clears my troubled mind, soothes my troubled soul...
"Try so hard to disregard, the rhythm of the rain that drops, and coincides with the beating of my heart..." - Maroon 5, Songs About Jane : Sweetest Goodbye
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
An island lost in the mist...
Ko Phangan - eight plus in the morning, the island still asleep.
The sun had been shy for the last few days, hiding behind the grey clouds most of the time. There is pleasure in this hide-and-seek, trying to catch its occasional smiles.
Took a stroll through Hat Rin Nok, to its pier a few minutes away. Waiting for the nine plus ferry, to a neighbouring island - Ko Samui. Had my breakfast at a cafe near the pier, enjoying the serenity as the island slowly woke.
The ferry sailed away from the island, leisurely in these gentle turquoise waters. The sky still sombre and cloudy. The island shrouded in a mask of ghostly, foggy mist.
The island slowly disappeared into the misty labyrinth, as if by some powerful force of a mysterious curse, protecting some secret ancient treasures. Hiding the island from the unsuspecting travellers, not to be found by the unknown passing by...
The sun had been shy for the last few days, hiding behind the grey clouds most of the time. There is pleasure in this hide-and-seek, trying to catch its occasional smiles.
Took a stroll through Hat Rin Nok, to its pier a few minutes away. Waiting for the nine plus ferry, to a neighbouring island - Ko Samui. Had my breakfast at a cafe near the pier, enjoying the serenity as the island slowly woke.
The ferry sailed away from the island, leisurely in these gentle turquoise waters. The sky still sombre and cloudy. The island shrouded in a mask of ghostly, foggy mist.
The island slowly disappeared into the misty labyrinth, as if by some powerful force of a mysterious curse, protecting some secret ancient treasures. Hiding the island from the unsuspecting travellers, not to be found by the unknown passing by...
Sunday, July 11, 2004
That night bus ride...
Night. The long bus ride to Thailand was a back-breaking and body-aching experience, but kind of refreshing for the soul. While everything was quiet and everyone else asleep, I was wide-awake and enjoying the night.
Gazed up into the dark sky. Sometimes cloudy, occasionally clear. Second day after the full moon, the heavenly planet looking absolutely radiant, a mysterious aura surrounding her - enchanting and beautiful.
Rode pass some plain, barren fields. With the moon and stars providing some quiet, eerie light. A slight mist rose over the fields, hovering and dancing above it. The sight was simply captivating. A hauntingly, beautiful feeling about it...
Even without the artificial lights to light up the world, everything seemed so bright. All we need are the moon and stars above, to illuminate the world and bring forth this spell-bounding night...
"Lights - so beautiful, only because of darkness..."
Gazed up into the dark sky. Sometimes cloudy, occasionally clear. Second day after the full moon, the heavenly planet looking absolutely radiant, a mysterious aura surrounding her - enchanting and beautiful.
Rode pass some plain, barren fields. With the moon and stars providing some quiet, eerie light. A slight mist rose over the fields, hovering and dancing above it. The sight was simply captivating. A hauntingly, beautiful feeling about it...
Even without the artificial lights to light up the world, everything seemed so bright. All we need are the moon and stars above, to illuminate the world and bring forth this spell-bounding night...
"Lights - so beautiful, only because of darkness..."
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Living in a dream...
Am I dreaming this life? Or is this reality? If this is reality that I'm living in, why does it feel more real when I'm dreaming than when I'm awake?
Déjà vu happens to me so very often. If all of these are real, why does it feels like I am reliving this same life over and over again?
Maybe it is just déjà vecu, déjà senti or déjà visite that I am having. Maybe something up there in my mind isn't right. Or maybe some part of my soul is defective. Or that I am just trying to escape from this thing called 'reality'.
Whatever it is that I am having or experiencing, are all these real? Am I real? Is this world real? Is this life of mine real? This life may be all but a dream. And my dreams may just very well be a reality...
So, run away. Run away. Away from this life and into the arms of another. Into the arms of a life that I desire. A life which I can live freely. A life so free, without chains to hold me back. And so I run. Away I run...
"Somebody tell me. Why it feels more real when I dream that when I am awake? How can I know if my senses are lying?" - Michael Karl Popper, The Animatrix : Kid's Story
Déjà vu happens to me so very often. If all of these are real, why does it feels like I am reliving this same life over and over again?
Maybe it is just déjà vecu, déjà senti or déjà visite that I am having. Maybe something up there in my mind isn't right. Or maybe some part of my soul is defective. Or that I am just trying to escape from this thing called 'reality'.
Whatever it is that I am having or experiencing, are all these real? Am I real? Is this world real? Is this life of mine real? This life may be all but a dream. And my dreams may just very well be a reality...
So, run away. Run away. Away from this life and into the arms of another. Into the arms of a life that I desire. A life which I can live freely. A life so free, without chains to hold me back. And so I run. Away I run...
"Somebody tell me. Why it feels more real when I dream that when I am awake? How can I know if my senses are lying?" - Michael Karl Popper, The Animatrix : Kid's Story
Monday, June 21, 2004
No, I don't want to sleep at night...
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...
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...
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...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)