Over the air, Under the sea

Monday, September 24, 2007

why...


friends are not forever...
even when nothing specific happened...
things change with passing of clouds
and in a blink...
all u can see are the flaws...
all u can feel is the hurt...
and all that remains is the loss.

good times are so often short lived
despite your best attempts
to savour and remember
they fade all the more faster...
all u can see are the bad days...
all u can feel is the sadness...
and all that remains is the hurt.

do we hurt the ones we love most
in anger, we dun remember the love
in impatience, we dun remember the respect
when stressed, we forget the concern
all we see are the imperfections
all we feel is disappointment
and all that remains is discontentment.

i wish feelings can be patched with a flower
a tulip,
an iris,
a sunflower...

i wish feelins can be untangled
and unpicked & put right like knits
i wish i can unravel how it came to today...

i hope we didn't outgrow each other...
i hope this is just a passing phase a break can fix like before
i hope we'll grow old as good frens forever
an ode to my fren Haidoukuna

SUNFlower & Friends :)


ALL of my FAVOURITE things :)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

my bubble

summer fields
easy breeze
sunny warm light
dancing off shoulders & cheeks
scattered flowers
dandelion puffs
lazy butterflies

trickling stream
cool gurling
willow shade
feet tickled & chilled
smooth pebbles rounded
soft dry heather
darting fishes

scented pines
cool crisp air
a cuckoo calls
the leaves rustle
a hidden path
bounding squirrels
moving sun patterns

scatered shrooms
varied colours
mossy carpets
smooth or creviced
dried wood chips
baby shoots
glinting lines of web

contentment
desire
fulfillment
tranquility
peace
happiness
quiet

i wish
to sleep
forever

be still my heart

Wednesday, September 12, 2007



Got these from my garden-catelog. Planting season is about to start (at least, the bulbs)...


A nice sentence that made an impression this week: The ocean sighing towards the sun...


Otherwise, I thought, wont it be great if idle thoughts can be 'typed' automatically? This blog will fill so quickly :)

Some 30 yr old parrot in MA,USA expired last week. Being a research parrot, he warrented coverage in the dailys. What's basic? Colors, and Numbers. The funny thing is, the concept of ZERO seems so important, that the understanding of it seems to bring the parrot up to a higher level?

So the parrot calls the apple 'banerry' (banana+cherry) and the clothespeg 'woodpeg' :) Would be nice to have a parrot around to brighten up the day, though, I suppose the noise can be overbearing at times :).

BTW, culture season starts again :) Have seen 3 events already, Nils Christie seems great with Choeorgraphy, even with the music of martinu (although, I suppose martinu is not so bad). Sat through Nutcracker, the music was HORRENDOUS (I mean, the performance). The volume was almost always wrong (over-blown), and it seemed more like playing the notes, than performing the piece. Of course, I suppose, if the music sucks, the dancers can't dance either (I mean, this is almost the most crucial part of dancing... the music).

Thursday, September 06, 2007

My Yellow Tulip

Sunshine smile


Funshine bear


Wishing a dream upon a star




I'd run with u


anywhere


everywhere




I'd bounce with u


anywhere


everywhere




This is where i am whole


where i can be glass


without breaking




This is where i fall


but upon a daisy


where my spirits soar


high and free




where i sing my heart song


out loud


and be heard




so...


i will even roll with u


anywhere


and everywhere




becos


this is where i'm no one


but me


just me


and u




a tulip


and an iris




with the sun


the moon


and the sea


Tuesday, September 04, 2007

delusions

delusions that things in the past dun matter
delusions that feelings last forever
delusions that hurt can be forgotten and buried...

delusions that your intuition is wrong
delusions that friends will be there when u need them
(ironically they're usu only there when u're in one piece)

delusions that broken pieces and cracks can be glossed over just 'cos u want it so
delusions that turning back time will help mend anything
delusions that friendship still exists...

delusions that happiness is achievable
delusions that the pp around u are your friends
delusions that love is forever...

most of all...
delusions that things will ever change...
pp will ever change...
inter-relationships will ever ever change.

delusions that u had ever belonged...
delusions that u're not alone
delusions that anyone really like u

the fact is
the truth HURTS.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

if only...

we could turn back time...
my only regret of arc
is losing this.

WHY?


It never amazes me how much disregard we can have of other pp, including our close friends.
A cool, flippant attitude results in hurt that's usually invisible on the surface.

Lessons are to be learnt from unpleasant experiences.
Lessons learnt are to prevent a repeat of the unpleasant experiences.
Alas, do we even listen to our inner selves?

Want want want want....
that's all we hear
from others
and from ourselves...

I am not rude when i'm being civil and cool minded.
So why are u acting like this? why are u always over-reacting?
If u're unhappy u can choose to leave. Just walk away.
I'm not forcing u to do anything against your wishes.
So i must be right?..........?
In my world - i can do as i please becos i expect others to do as they please.
Spare me from unwanted expectations.

The stabs i receive from your cool flippant attitude hurts more than words of anger, and these wounds fester even longer after. Repeatedly they chip away at the stone of our friendship like water dripping on a rock. Sometimes I'm afraid to show any hurt, anger or judgement -- for fear it would displease and invite comtempt into your eyes. I make myself believe that i'm over-reacting, chanting " i should think of others" over and over again in my head just to avoid explosion and incurring an unwanted period of "i need space". I hide and swallow my indignance at being ignored and disregarded, the assumption that I can take it or leave it - my choice. Hence you are no way involved in my misery.

Say it out, do not let it build up and then explode.... that's wat u say.
What happens is I say it
I get slapped for it, or told i'm over-reacting;
I question myself and start to feel abit guilty,
or even more worked up
I huff and pout,
u go all cold and logical like i'm the passionate fool
that it's NO BIG deal

So... why make me say it?

I asked for it.
Many times i ask myself... always, when i feel a prick, just incase i'm wrong again...
am i over- reacting? am i expecting too much? is this how it should be?
How many times have u ever ever thought of someone other than yourself or wat u wanna do at that moment? How many times have u ever done something for your friends that's not just convenient and actually requires effort. And is totally out of the way?
How many times have u tried to be nice to your friends, not out of any obligation but just 'cos u love them.

Does the fear of being ignored send my common sense of self preservation fleeing so much so that i repeatedly subject myself to your contempt and disregard?
I resent your cool aloofness that nothing touches you, and that i'm weak to feel so much.
I deserve more.
I deserve to be treated as though I matter, to YOU.
I deserve to be seen and acknowleged, not just a body around that provides temporary company.
I am your FRIEND.

We are more than shopping buddies. We can do more than shop.
Can we?
It just struck me how tension immediately evaporates when shoes/bags or clothes are in the vicinity.
Are we really just that, like u said?
Tears pricking as my heart saddens. It can't be.

But i think it's time
i stop

stop
to think

to
re-evaluate...

am i more miserable?
am i more afraid of losing a friendship
or do i deserve more from you.

the next time u say yes,
please really mean it
i will not be waiting anymore.
and i will not tolerate pp walking away again.
i am worth more.

perhaps u do not wear your heart on your sleeves like most pp,
or like me.
but maybe u should wear it somewhere we can see
'cos althou we dun necessarily call the person when we miss them,
they should know it some time too.

i dun have to tell u i love u
actions speak louder
but in doing so
it's like stepping onto frozen water
u never know if it's gonna hold
or the ice breaks and u freeze forever.

the root of my problem?

probably lies in the inablility to have faith in your friendship for me
'cos u make me feel that it doesn't matter should i walk away forever
u wouldn't even try to ask why.
why can't u just understand that i delight in your presence
and all u have to do occasionally, is to show that too.