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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
Funny How, I know I need to do something , but I don't. I love them, but I let them down. I talk about happiness, but I really wonder how it tastes like. I listen to songs, but never really remember the words. I say good-bye, but we meet again. I know you're the first person I want to talk to when something happens, but I don't. I smile, when I really want to melt down and cry. I laugh, when something isn't really funny. I know you don't know, but I pretend you do. TonFlyingHigh!9:53 AM *** one last dance to our first song, while pretending there's nothing wrong. TonFlyingHigh!12:45 AM *** Sunday, January 29, 2006 Let's Play Freeze. How about a run-through of my Chinese New Year? Alright, here goes!
We freshened up after an eeaarrrllyyy morning at church, before heading for my Grams' place,  and before long, Meli & I started getting engrossed in random snap shots,
BUT, the best was yet to come. After arriving at the Grams' place, we started eating and eating and eating and erm, eating. It couldn't be helped! My gong gong is such a great cook, and the spread was awesome. Hainanese Chicken Rice, Abalone, Scallops, Fish Ball Soup, Prawn Fritters, Spring Rolls, Ham, Salad && the list goes on. Oh! Bak Kwa, Pineapple Tarts, Cuttlefish Strips and loads of other Chinese New Year tidbits added on to my day's uber-packed diet. (mmmmmmmm...)  The result? The looks of full, happy & satisfied people,
...which came with that of an empty kitchen.
There was a soccer match going on (possibly S-league, we weren't too sure), so the men were pretty occupied themselves,
and we found out that gong gong and po po had stuck our card up on the wall! pretty pretty. It was a nice, lazy, warm & simple Chinese New Year with temporary curls, food (which made up a huge part of the entire holiday) and hong baos adding the finishing touch to a superb day.
In short, I had a blast! Happy, happy, happy. TonFlyingHigh!11:58 PM *** HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR red happy people! TonFlyingHigh!11:13 AM *** Saturday, January 28, 2006
 Awe-struck. I once asked "why was music created?" and recently realised : perhaps sometimes words are inadequate; perhaps sometimes emotions can only be displayed in the form of a melody, a beat, an arrangement. The gifts some people have been blessed with are amazing. Sometimes? I get blown away. Some other times, my hair stands on its ends (which is actually a good sign, really) I'm not talented, but I'm lucky enough to be able to appreciate this creation and immerse in it myself- once in a while. I could live with this beat, I think I could. TonFlyingHigh!4:28 PM *** A Wednesday Night's Confession. "I long for the day when I stand in front of a class of twenty to thirty mountain children with eagerness and zest in their eyes, watching my every move, listening to my every pronunciation with the desire and fervour to grasp as much as they can, what I can offer them from my knowledge of the English Language.." "...I am no one noble..They showed me the presence and great love of God, contentment, happiness in its simplest form and the importance of stopping to smell the flowers as time passes us by. I love them for their zeal to learn, their joyful spirits of gratefulness and their interminable enthusiasm to embrace and learn from a soul with nothing more than herself and her knowledge to offer- all in spite of harsh living conditions and for some, sufferings they had been put through especially for those who lost the very people whom they love and once depended on. It would not be the job satisfaction that draws me to teach in Thailand, but my ability to give them what I can, and make a difference in at least one life which deserves no less from what anyone in a more developed country deserves." "This is my passion...and this is what keeps me smiling between sleeping and waking.." This is Me. TonFlyingHigh!12:09 AM *** Thursday, January 26, 2006 I want to dance in the moonlight and soak up the sun, smell the salt of the sea and sing along to a thousand records. I want to have a little of this and that for breakfast in the morning, lunch, tea and supper. I don't have to change the world or even a life. Just by being Melanie, with whatever she has to offer, I want to leave with footprints in the sand. I want a purple classic mini as my ride and cruise up and down the highway overlooking something really, really gorgeous. Wait, maybe I don't want anything at all. Not yet. I just want to wish you well. Now, let's take it from the top again. TonFlyingHigh!3:09 PM ***
 The Greatest Distance... is being beside that special someone, whose road you know, will never have to cross yours again. TonFlyingHigh!8:03 AM *** Wednesday, January 25, 2006
TonFlyingHigh!8:23 PM ***
 The wisdom's in the trees, not the glass windows. Cursed, cursed insomnia! That aside, it's been a rather pensive day despite the constant yawning. Perhaps you tend to fill that thought-bank up more easily when you have a throat so sore it irritates badly enough to make you want to just mellow down, and keep all quiet. Haha, interestingly enough, even with this aching throat of mine, the classmates could complain about my voice being heard all the way at the other end of the round-about corridor. We all learn something new everyday don't we? (chuckles) I got upset when they started going on and on about her. It reminded me of my very reason for disliking college then. Now that I don't (and in fact am enjoying myself quite a bit), that reminder was really quite uncalled for. Enough of the ranting and raving on about how terrible, appalling or repulsive she is. If she's that dislikable, be civilised about it and tell her - not anyone else. Whatever happened to patience and mansuetude? Quite plainly, there are no two-sides to being shallow. We're all pretty much flawed- in our own ways. Whether this is an issue of morals or maturity, it really doesn't matter. Ironically, I'm going on and on about them aren't I? I'm still learning to accept people for who they are, even at this very moment. Take a look around people, we're all the same: human in every way. But, that's no excuse; no excuse to do whatever we please, or say we can't change or bring someone else down, no matter how horrible or in-your-face he/she is. If you can be a better someone, work on it. I guess this taught me that no other human of flesh and bone would value anyone else the way a life should be valued. No, I'm not talking about romantic love and all its mush. To put it simply, no one is going to take a bullet for you, no one is going to sacrifice his/her all. I'm but a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow- just like you are. Now that is precisely why George Herbert wrote 'The Agony', or rather, that is why he had anything to write about at all. "Who knows not Love, let him assay And taste that juice, which on the cross a pike Did set again abroach; then let him say If ever he did taste the like. Love is that liquor sweet and most divine, Which my God feels as blood, but I, as wine." No one but Him i guess? Now, back to my essay on 'passion' due tomorrow morning. TonFlyingHigh!3:54 PM *** Tuesday, January 24, 2006 Credit goes to Ling, Siti, and soon, Ragha for helping me set up this blog! Plaited Inside Out My afternoon slumber had a little more to offer. Who are you, unforgettable stranger? That I could awake with a smile I thought I had forgotten. It wasn't the tingles, no, not the tingles, But it felt perfect in all its imperfection So nothing else came close. And I want you to know, you had me set free, From the manacles I formed And now I lie here, figuring out your incomplete shadow From the meagre remnant Of my incompetent memory. You had me plaited inside out. "I want to be happy but I forgot how to" This afternoon, I anticipate my leave But I know it was that slumber I flew away. -03122005 Don't read too much into it, sometimes our dreams bring us for a whirl-wind ride which all comes down crashing to nothing the second we awake to reality. Well, that afternoon's dream was one such. TonFlyingHigh!10:44 PM ***
 ..And so here I sit typing my very first blog entry. This all seems so surreal (talk about being overly-dramatic) but hey, I , for one, have never been a big fan of blogging. So much has happened: chapters opened, chapters closed, where should I start? Perhaps that was what hampered the inner-blogging-desire in me to actually embark on this somewhat overrated affair everyone has with the WorldWideWeb these days. Alright, enough said. I am so in love with Elizabeth Town, yes, Cameron Crowe's dramedy with the ever-gorgeous Kirsten Dunst, the somewhat regular bloke (to me at least) Orlando Bloom and the all-time classic, Susan Sarandon. Well of course, this film goes beyond just the attractive (or not so attractive) line-up of stars. What are we, really? Who are 'they'? The collective noun which we never really set out to define. One fiasco, and that's one man down, one mind less, one world less. We almost (always) let time pass us by, only to look back when it's just too late. "This is your life. Let's do something interesting with it." Yes, it's my life, time to wake up this aimless lingering body of a soul made fertile with life, zest, zeal and oh-so-many desires. Perhaps it's time to set out on this road-trip, made up of soundtracks to my roller-coaster ride of a life, and when I'm done, I'll look for that red hat and embrace the whole new world it would have to offer. TonFlyingHigh!5:08 PM *** |
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