Broken Words

Inspiration inspired that could hardly be captured and pinned down with a thought that lingers, and most definitely could hardly be weighed down by the lightness of wandering madness of endless ideas. One could only look beyond the horizon, and re imagine the unspoken. Visuals keep flashing, music sings to the beat of the creative thought process, only to be crushed by the waves of harsh reality. Could mundane and mediocre be the fault of all this sudden rock bottom of the spirit that smells like damped laundry? Truly believe the art of writing is the originality of the voices: the voices of utmost out of this world kind of logic. It may not make any sense at all for the ordinary, but could fit perfectly well in a bigger jigsaw puzzle of the universe of language - the language of the abstract mind. Yet, the writing mind is heavily disturbed by the oversimplified of the everyday life, the responsibilities that are required to be fulfilled. How the mind wishes to just run away, escape and go on a journey of the unknown, the far away land of eternity, escape into a world of no limits, no expectations, where ideas could roam freely, without the crutches of the shattered disappointment. It catches the brightest sunlight, it reflects the more invisible of the visible - it breathes meaning to the beauty of loss words, yet words seem lost beneath such beauty.

A friend from afar

Don't know why. I suddenly missed my friend who just got back from Canada and now has flown back there. Could be we have not met for such a long time. We used to share an apartment together, she left for Canada for supposedly a holiday that December, but surprised all of us by getting married and settled down there right after. That was more than eight years ago, but I could still remember the little stunt that she pulled then. Two weeks ago, she came back with her two sons. They were so cute! Kids who grow up from a different environment are quite different in terms of their thought process and gestures, but when both of them got together with Ryan and Aidan, basically, all boys are the same, they share some common interests. I was glad that they were not shy boys and warmed up to new friends pretty easily. I barely had time to talk to my friend for we had to rush off to the clinic as Ryan was down with a pretty bad rash all over his body. Nonetheless, am glad we met, after all.

Travelling With Thoughts

Loosing grip of precious sleeps and time is like living in a capsule of void and emptiness, a cross road within that is for me. Felt as though there is a long stretch of silence in between those long drives at night and travelling in between small towns and big city. Singapore was a refreshing journey to a whole new place. Walking through tunnels, and MRT stations, crawling underneath a vibrant city up above feels awkwardly strange yet surprisingly inviting. Organized structured within creative maneuvers seem the only way to live there is something new for me, but pretty thought provoking indeed. Taking time off did help to put things into better perspective. From one end, you have the draw and attraction of the ultra modern, the other a wide open space of the invigorating ocean and wind of Damai Laut, one could hardly draw a comparison, yet both deliver great revelation to the soul and uplift the spirit, under the same blue sky. Drawing closer to the end of the year, I wished I could have accomplished more...but then, I have come this far, haven't I?