W.iL.D

Give me the chance
To let it all go
To scream in ecstasy
To live and let live....


Give me the moment
To dance it all up
To grind it down
To make it sexy
To get it off....


Give me the space
To shout it all out
To go mad
To let loose
To live crazy.....


Give me the chance.......

...........simple pleasures............

..........a back rub when you are having your menses...........
.........Getting out of two inch high heels after a long day at work....
........that scent of hot tarmac after a brief rain.........
........having double chocolate chip ice cream after chamomile tea....
.......getting to the loo in the nick of time.......
........80's music.......
..... being driven home while you listen to Tori Amos' A Sorta Fairytale on your new Ipod...
.......waking up to a sweet sms from a special someone..........
.......having a 4 o'clock Milo with that special someone......
........having a good cry........
.........rolling around in laughter.............
........singing a Whole New World.... in the right key.....
........hugging and saying I love you......
.........having a silent argument...........
.........unexpectedly falling in love.......
.........you and me..........

Sharing an Ipod, stealing music and Nantuket Nectars.......

type la nothing sexy comes to my mind yet
does it have to be anything sexy? Romantic?
yea life is boring without romance or sex..y
sharing an Ipod, stealing songs from your hard drive and sipping leftovers from your Nantucket Nectars......romantic? yes? no?
can't disagree with you on that. Amidst the crowds, gushes from the noisy water fountain and less than pleasant music from the next door bar, yes, it is rather romantic.
huh? sitting next to each other and sharing stuffs.......makes us oblivious to all and sundry??
Well. Despite coughing over month(s) old Dunhill lights and banned from smoking your Indonesian smokes, I must say spending moments with you evokes discoveries of a new kind and experiences unfelt before.
If this place doesn't close, reckon we could be here forever....?
You reckon?
Hazelnut hot chocolate, chamomile tea, scones, doughnuts and you.......yea....I reckon so.....
I appreciate being last on this list, but as tolerance is the key theme for me this year, yea. I could tolerate being the final item on our late night coffee meet.
But really, it doesn't really matter if it was here at the overpriced coffeehouse or the stalls by the durian tree, all that makes meaningful is to be able to share it with you.
Auwww......so sweet......shall we go home and make maggi mee and spoon while watching meaningles TV?
Ooh ohh... that means yes in Tagalog.
.....but you're boiling water......
Sure. I'll even climb Mt Kilimanjaroo for you.
.......but you're still boiling water.....
I love you cos your sense of humour can be as horrible as mine.:P
Me too.....split at birth I reckon......You getting condoms?
Condoms I never buy. But I'll make the exception for you.
Good! You getting condoms and boiling water......Yea!!

Dim Sum

I'm a firm believer in reasons behind encounters, moments and friendships.

Coercion, forces beyond will, lessons learnt with hope of no repetitions.

In the little years of my existence, I realise repercussions of speaking up, keeping silents, loving willingly, holding quiet grudges, bottling out, venting loud....

But despite the colours that paint out lives, the tears that drown our moments, I learnt of unconditional love that touches our hearts.

I thank the blessings for having these paths crossed, for making beautiful moments shared.

Moments of hours or moments of seconds, I believe, at least through my eyes, we do not stop to reflect enough and appreciate these moments.

I reflect, and hope to keep these thoughts fresh no matter decades or seconds old, that it matters, to stop and embrace and appreciate.

I found these moments in "dim sum".

Letting go...

I learnt lessons of letting go from a dear friend the other. The following phrases ring constantly in my head.
"People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over.

And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.

Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!"
Letting go, keeps hearts lights, smiles wide and souls happy.
Letting go of past pains, of memories not infinite. But I also learnt clocked moments are not crucial. An hour, a year, a passing second or eternity, beautiful so long you let go, smile wide laugh contagiously humors light.
Paths cross for a reason, stories shared for the telling, beautiful moments felt, cherished. Let go, spontaneity, light, happy.

In Your Eyes - In the mood

Tripped along many stones
Enough to say
I found my own way
I don't know where to go
Couldn't see where it leads

Making castles in the sand
Afraid no one else would hold my hand
I'm stained from the world
Sad, sad, sad little girl

But I see in your eyes
Your wear no disguise
Help me find my way
I'm like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Fly away
Fly away
Back home... back home

Holding on to memories
Often scared
Of what I'd see
And then you came
And then you came
And rescued me
And I'm okay
I'm okay

But I see in your eyes
You wear no disguise
Help me find my way
I'm like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Fly away
Fly away

Oh and I know you'll never leave me alone
I'll follow you just anywhere that you go
In my life I can see you
I know I believe you will stay, oh
In your eyes
You wear no disguise
Oh oh oh
Like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Oh yeah oh oh oh

In your eyes oh oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah hey yeah oh
I said you're like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Fly away
Fly away
Back home
Back home

In your eyes
In your eyes

*By Anastacia, from Pieces of Dreams

*Three am mornings are spent listening to this over and over again... Beautifully crafted to capture this moment