My sky

this is the view of the sky that i see everyday through my window.
it was taken at exactly at 7.39 am - today.
so beautiful...
i thought..i'd share it with you.=)

Things I love!

by any chance, do you like doing some of the things that i do? Which one? =)

• blowing soap bubbles

• the ferris wheel
• crunching dry leaves with both hands
• capturing a handful of sunshine
• finding 4-leaf clover
• watching firework display from somewhere high
• walking under rows of trees and feel the leaves falling onto my face
• snuggling under a thick blanket - listening to music
• eating french fries with vanilla ice-cream
• a bouquet of white daisies
• walking barefooted on the morning grass
• the smell of grandpa's freshly made black coffee and his dark blue mug
• playing in the rain
• smell the steam rising from the rice while it is being cooked
• blowing dandelions
• riding the bicycle to familiar old places
• love the view of white curtains blowing in the wind
• putting my head inside the freezer
• dawn - favorite time of the day
• watching the sky
  
• the city scenery while riding the LRT
• salty air of the ocean breezes
• the warm feeling of holding a hot cup of oatmeal early in the morning
• the surprise feeling of hearing own favorite songs being played on the radio
• watching movies and dramas alone - late into the night
• listening to songs in bed
• taking pictures of the sky
• sitting by the window amidst the pouring rain outside
• green peas and sweet corn
• love pillow talk

my little journey...

once when i was little, i went on a journey alone...
by bike.
without telling anyone - not even my Mom -
i just hopped onto my bike and kept on pedaling.

i was not running away from home or anything...
i just got a sudden urge to go through with it.

i kept on going without looking back...
passing familiar places just like in a movie.
at some point, i stopped - panting and sweating but...
i was smiling.

the 11 year old me went back because she was wondering what Mom cooked for dinner.
now looking back, i think i just wanted to know how precious all of the things that i was going to leave behind.
the answer was always 'yes' - be it in the past or at present.

as i grow older, the scenery that passes by increases...
new places...new faces...new town.
although that journey happened a long time ago...
but that little girl still live inside me.
How she felt...and how she viewed her life...has made me into who i am today.
i am grateful.

sometimes you just need to go away for a while to see... to understand what really matters.

happy 22!

They arrived precisely at 12...
with 4 containers of chocolate cake...
plus candles and plastic spoons...
but no lighter.
herm.... =)

with big smiles plastered on their faces...
they knocked down my door...
sang me the happy birthday song...
made me the happiest person on the face of the earth.

we laughed...we talked...then, laughed some more.
cracking jokes...gossiping...
all worries disappeared - nothing else seemed to have mattered anymore.

having friends around you really mean something...
having friends to celebrate your birthday with...is priceless.

i think, i will sleep all smiling tonight...
even if i have a nightmare,
i know i'll wake up smiling remembering the night before.

thank you, friends.
for the precious memories. =)

the sky that i see...

I have been sitting in front of my laptop for some time now - doing nothing except staring into its blank depth.
Outside - the rain had stopped.
The sky is nothing but a stretch of white canvas across the horizon.
The usual twin electrical tower stood serenely at the back - unscathed by the violent rain.

It is difficult to believe that at this moment; I am looking at the same patch of sky.
Only a couple of hours before, its face was streaked with dark gray and black.
Its belly huge laden with water.

It reminded me of a time when i was small.
In those days, i used to color the sky with nothing else except blue.
whether the picture is raining or cloudy - i still choose the color blue.
When i was small...i guess i never really saw the sky.
I only saw what i wanted to see.

But now, as the sky bares its true nature onto me...and I onto it...
I waited with open arms - the harsh wind, the loud thunder, the blinding light and the cold rain.

i can see my reflection in the sky.

My story...

I was a bit late in my years to learn how to spell, read and write. During my primary school days, I was always the last student to go home because my teacher kept me late after each class as punishments for not being able to spell as simple as the word 'one'. Frankly speaking, my mother tongue was no better.
Somehow I can't quite grasp the relations between the symbols and sounds being produced. Once, my teacher told me to participate in a story-telling competition. She got me a short story (one sentence per page) - the pictures looked simple enough - but I still couldn't read it. So it went on until i reached standard 3. I used to worry that one day i might forget my ABC. I was so scared in those days that i never recited them at school or at home within ear-shot from my parents. By the age of 10, i was able to read and write - not completely but i was getting there. I remembered feeling abundant relieves that i have never forgotten my ABC.

I started reading English novels when i was in form 1 - using the money i received from my scholarship. From that day onwards, reading has become part of my hobby and my collection of books is my pride and soul. Now looking back, the credits deserved to go to my parents; for giving me time and space and never pressure me to become something that i am not - in this case, a five year old daughter who could read and write.

So, reading...as well as English as whole, has always been a part of a 'controversial' or 'blurred' phase in my early life. When i was in secondary school, i denied of ever liking the English subject because i was afraid of it - part of me always felt inferior, fragile and insecure. I seek refuge in Science subject - believing that my ambition is to become a doctor. I let my family, teachers and friends thought it to be so too. And as I excelled in Science, I was always the top in English as well (its a mystery even to me). Even so, I remembered feeling an inconsistent throbbing in my chest every time it was time for English.

I keep lying to myself until i couldn't do it anymore. I felt lost without a dream of my own. The day i decided to take writing as my way of life - was a day of salvation.

For once, i am out in the open. Yes, i love English. After all that i have been through to reach this realization, I'm not going to give up on it that easily.

Sleepless in....

Valentine's Day reminds me of "Sleepless in Seattle" and "From the heart" by Another Level.

How about you guys?
Name me one of your favorite romantic movies and why do you like them.

When i think of "Sleepless in Seattle", the word that comes straight to mind is 'magic'.

that movie is magical...i first watched it on tape when i was in primary school.
I simply love the lyrics in "From the heart"....

from the heart...i'm giving you everything
from the heart...i'll promise you that i'll be there
from the heart...from the heart.