At many points of time these days, I wish. I wish for many things, but at most times, I find myself wishing that things could be a lot simpler than what it is. I wish that moments can be lived in for the sole pleasure of itself, and that life consisted of a cornucopia of such moments. But now they are preserved, so intensely treasured, treated as memento, as relic, because life trudges, or thrums steadily on (however you would see it), stopping for no one.

Thought paints memory in coloured dreams. In the hearts of many hang the tunes of lost songs, and dusty dreams that have long been pushed aside. But every once in awhile, these songs come to life, and these dreams reawaken. Every once in awhile. Mostly we live as people who know where we are going, or what we are going to do.

It is true that memory is the sense of loss. It is the recalling of things that are in the league of the 'have-been's -the resurrection of them. But we do not dwell on them, usually. Who has the time to? 'Today' attacks our senses with a ferocious relentlessness that leaves us with at best, pockets of time to grasp the scattered thoughts and bind them together to be stored at a distant corner in our minds. From these, our heart of hearts is formed. And it is what is within our heart of hearts, that we find ultimately matters, when the coin being flipped is in the air, or when we are faced with the fierce pull of both sides of this thing called 'choice'. These are the things, the thoughts, that if taken out and laid before us to finally be sorted out, can transform us, or completely destroy us.

We are all lost children seeking our way home. Where is home? What is need?

I will break the tethers of need, one by one, till I find in myself the need for only One.

But of course, the general consensus remains avoidance. I guess that's what keeps most of the world going everyday. We live how most people do, we get by, and fade into just another face on the train, just another passerby.

If thoughts were broadcasted, the world would be crippled by the sheer weight of them.
..Or maybe it's just me.

Ah, dreams. :)

This is all too surreal. But I am going to sleep, with sweet dreams and smiles no less :)
I love all of you girls so very much, and could never ask for more.

You are faithful, and You are so so good :)

Here with some music, with some thoughts, with the match of my lifetime in four days -

It's been a long journey. I am almost ready for a rest. ...Almost. Not until we fight it out all the way. We may be at the last page, but until we reach the bottom of it, the book doesn't close. And who's to say there won't be a second installation in the series? :)

I remember the beautiful moon, and the hands that fashioned it, together with my heart and soul.
Ball of night fire framed by the scores of clouds.

I am happy here :)

You're only as tall as your heart will let you be
And you're only as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough and you feel like you make fall
Just look on the brightside - you're roughly six feet tall.

:)

Cutest song I've heard in awhile. Cheer up, you :) You are 170 hahahaha.

PICTURE PERFECT by Loh Guan Liang

In my mind there are many nails. On each nail
hangs a photograph framed by forgotten faces and
back-alley remembrances. Sometimes when I close my eyes
these photographs dissolve into rust, coating the tongue
- words that dream of rain with outstretched arms.

For as much as I love words I do not know how to use them. There are many wishes at the tip of my tongue, waiting to fall like time bombs.
I will regret.
So I swallow them and let them tick inside of me, washing over my thoughts and dreams till they fade or form reality. Till then -