Life's good.

Clearing leave feels so good.
Late mornings.
Sloth.
No pressure.
A nice, warm brunch ready for you at the table.
No work.

No humans to please.
Thanks be to God for this restful period.

It's near Christmas.

Christmas is coming.

Sometimes. I wish it was more eventful.

There should be one time of the year I'm looking forward to, and Christmas seems to be the best time.

It's the end of the year, there's less work, there's holidays coming up, there's nice Christmassy songs...

Something's missing.

I know what's missing.

Presents!

Okay something more politically correct would be - to feel God's love.

Random rants rock. :)

Sometimes.

Sometimes, all we need is kindness. Kindness changes lives. A smile, a considerate action, empathy.

Trust.

Here's something I did on a Saturday.

Thanks for giving this opportunity for an emotional catharsis. I sung my heart out and I think I did a pretty good job:)

Here's my song below.

"My Funny Valentine"

How Toys Become Real - A book I should pick up someday.

"What is real?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real is not how you are made," said the Skin Horse. It is a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When you are real you do not mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, “or bit by bit?"

"It does not happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. That is why it does not happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.

But these things do not matter at all, because once you are real you cannot be ugly, except to people who do not understand."

Is this a children's book?
It gave me goosebumps.

A reflective post I saw on the net.

"Grant me the ability to never settle for anything else that I truly deserve and let me work my hardest for what I desire. 

Let me charter into territories unknown, let me get lost and help me find my way. 

Get my heart broken, my knees scraped, get my arms bruised. 

Let me be in so much pain that when I get out of it whole and clean, I know I can take on anything that comes in my way. 

Let me delve into the deepest pools of thought, and let me drown in its richness. 

Allow me to continue befriending dynamic individuals, continue challenging me to my wit's end, and please help make sure my spirit never falters. 

More than anything else, no matter how much I tread the path of the unfamiliar with much bated breath, please, please help me make sure I am never terrified of being terrified."

......

Stranger, what you need is not all those. What you need is to learn how to appreciate what you have.

But good job for that well constructed essay. You left a good impression of yourself,

A blessing on a Friday.

Sometimes, you can learn so much by being willing to listen.

Today, I talked to a senior colleague in my office. It was a blessing for me. I learnt about business, learnt about myself, learnt how to communicate and most importantly, learnt how to listen.

Thank you mister.

Though you told me you learnt from me as well: I feel that this talk can potentially change the way I think.

Bit by bit, I will shed the naivety in me and learn the art of being socially adept.

Bit by bit, I will climb the ladder of success and live the eventual lifestyle I want.

 Bit by bit, I will learn to listen more and more, till I have something to offer on my own.

Thank you for believing in me, though others may belittle and chide me, though others may look upon me with scorn and pity.

Thank you for being my friend in this society where everyone can be the next one to shoot you down.

Thank you for changing the tides for me - for giving me this sense of meaning, this joy in attending daily activities, for giving me confidence in my own self.

With your encouragement, I sincerely feel that I have grown.

I will not forget this day.

This is truly a blessing from God.

Something good about today.

My bosses were not around:)

Alright I still did my work. But still...

It's going to be a wonderful Friday.

A poem I wrote way back in January 2009. I was so mushy back then. Sigh.

Love is all one needs.
With the passing of time, all will pass,
withering, withering, within
As the beautiful petals of your present
will fall away, leaving the
Brown unsightly core
"Do you still love me by then?"
I ask, as you witness the results
of an unordinary love.

Love is all one needs.
As infatuation leads to self denial,
further progressing to
emotional security
"I do"
I say, as I make a promise
for a life time.

Love is all one needs.

Telling not all, but one,
And convincing one that one actually
Never wants to leave him
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Under the blanket
You do understand this, and so do I
As someone close to you
Never will, and never will
Give you away.

Love is all I need.
As time compacts into a moment in time,
forever treasured as moments are temporary
A photo taken by the mind
of your eyes
Filled with power
Not of dominance but of emotional communication
Brown is actually such a lovely colour
The colour of your eyes
"Baby," someone's voice whispers
In the distant present
in the nearby past
As you stare through a screen
transcending through space
through time
through physical and momentary barriers
to come face to face
Heart to heart
Together
Hand in Hand
Love
Is all I need.

De Zhong

A Swan Song

How I shed my feathers,
one
by
one
The white crushed by the fiery fire of despair
The croak I sing
This melodious ode to your affection
Methinks
This dress I wear, this momentary attraction
melts as the heat reaches the afternoon air
As all goes to black
With eyes closed, my wings flap
Flap
Flap
FLAP
While the gentle release
of my digestive gasses
released from my dead, rotting body
As I fly,
A dream of me in bed,
never opening my eyes
Never again, he said.

Daisy