Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Take care.
Thursday, 24 December 2009
During this festive season, I naturally find myself gravitating towards more and more good company. This occurrence, tiring though it may be, excites me and reminds me of the beauty of friendships.
A good friend from overseas is now staying with me for slightly more than a week. We travelled the cities of Europe together and even before that, endured four fabulous years of university life together. Having her with me gives me so much honour, and I am humbled by the intimacy of such a great friendship. We have also been meeting up with a few other good friends who are residents of Melbourne, and this conglomeration of love and understanding never fails to touch my heart. Different lives and different personalities, but true friendship brings people together in such a special way.
It'd be midnight on a weekday and we'd be sitting at a train station, talking about the night stars and wonders beyond.
It'd be past midnight and we'd be sitting on outdoor cushions sipping red wine, talking about murphy's law.
It'd be nine in the morning and we'd be eating omelettes in the jungle, talking about how twisted the human race is.
We'd be stuffed to the brim but at a chocolate bar nevertheless drinking frappes and eating spanish donuts, talking about innovations and creative energies.
Good company makes me feel so safe. So incredibly happy, and validated. That even though there is such much bad in this world, there is still so much good that makes things worth my while. So touched and thankful to have such people in my life to be there for me.
I love you, my angels.
Take care.
A good friend from overseas is now staying with me for slightly more than a week. We travelled the cities of Europe together and even before that, endured four fabulous years of university life together. Having her with me gives me so much honour, and I am humbled by the intimacy of such a great friendship. We have also been meeting up with a few other good friends who are residents of Melbourne, and this conglomeration of love and understanding never fails to touch my heart. Different lives and different personalities, but true friendship brings people together in such a special way.
It'd be midnight on a weekday and we'd be sitting at a train station, talking about the night stars and wonders beyond.
It'd be past midnight and we'd be sitting on outdoor cushions sipping red wine, talking about murphy's law.
It'd be nine in the morning and we'd be eating omelettes in the jungle, talking about how twisted the human race is.
We'd be stuffed to the brim but at a chocolate bar nevertheless drinking frappes and eating spanish donuts, talking about innovations and creative energies.
Good company makes me feel so safe. So incredibly happy, and validated. That even though there is such much bad in this world, there is still so much good that makes things worth my while. So touched and thankful to have such people in my life to be there for me.
I love you, my angels.
Take care.
Saturday, 5 December 2009
Happy - Leona Lewis
Someone once told me that you have to choose
What you win or lose
You can't have everything
Don't you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don't you love in vain
'Cause love won't set you free
I can't stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy and safe as could be
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
Holding on tightly
Just can't let it go
Just trying to play my role
Slowly disappear
All these days I feel like dancing
Just different faces, different names
Get me outa here
I can't stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
So when it turns and I can't see
Like I'm a stranger on this road
But don't say victim
Don't say anything
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I'm just trying to be happy.
What you win or lose
You can't have everything
Don't you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don't you love in vain
'Cause love won't set you free
I can't stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy and safe as could be
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
Holding on tightly
Just can't let it go
Just trying to play my role
Slowly disappear
All these days I feel like dancing
Just different faces, different names
Get me outa here
I can't stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
So when it turns and I can't see
Like I'm a stranger on this road
But don't say victim
Don't say anything
So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet from off the ground
I gota find my place
I wana hear my song
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I'm just trying to be happy.
With you I wrote in encryption
In a maze of annonymity
And dazzled with confusion
With you I never really knew
Like two birds flying; soaring
Both with wings and
Not seeing eye-to-eye
Flying on but the same level
With you I shared my deepest
Fears and sorrows
My happiness and aspirations
But we were never really there
In the end we were what we were
We cried and we laughed
You were my best friend
And with you I only wish all the best.
Take care.
In a maze of annonymity
And dazzled with confusion
With you I never really knew
Like two birds flying; soaring
Both with wings and
Not seeing eye-to-eye
Flying on but the same level
With you I shared my deepest
Fears and sorrows
My happiness and aspirations
But we were never really there
In the end we were what we were
We cried and we laughed
You were my best friend
And with you I only wish all the best.
Take care.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Writing
Writing.
A magical combination of words and nomenclature that sweeps a reader off her feet in a wondrous instant of bliss.
Writing.
A means by which one begins the journey of discovering the truth of oneself.
Writing.
An art which, when afforded the respect of which it commands, intimidates many to submission and, eventually, retreat.
Take care.
A magical combination of words and nomenclature that sweeps a reader off her feet in a wondrous instant of bliss.
Writing.
A means by which one begins the journey of discovering the truth of oneself.
Writing.
An art which, when afforded the respect of which it commands, intimidates many to submission and, eventually, retreat.
Take care.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Friday, 22 May 2009
Bienvenue!
Welcome to my blog!
I drew inspiration for the title of this blog during my adventures in Europe when I travelled for miles and miles on planes, trains and buses across fields of gold, purple, pink and white. I have previously blogged for a few years, but took a momentary break, voluntary or involuntary, for reasons I still ponder over. Thereafter, I have realised that writing is, indeed, one of my favourite pastimes, and maybe even more than that. I do prefer for my blog not to be a daily account of what happened, but rather, a reflection of moments lived and of life's many amusements; but forgive me if I tend to go in that direction, for as you know, narcissm is addictive.
I drew inspiration for the title of this blog during my adventures in Europe when I travelled for miles and miles on planes, trains and buses across fields of gold, purple, pink and white. I have previously blogged for a few years, but took a momentary break, voluntary or involuntary, for reasons I still ponder over. Thereafter, I have realised that writing is, indeed, one of my favourite pastimes, and maybe even more than that. I do prefer for my blog not to be a daily account of what happened, but rather, a reflection of moments lived and of life's many amusements; but forgive me if I tend to go in that direction, for as you know, narcissm is addictive.
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