Little feelings...

My tiny feet set along the pebbled path...
Leading me towards a lush green clearing...
I saw it from the thick tropical bushes...
I continued walking...
there were rattans twisted around little limp trees...
choking them along the way...
I was wary...
wary that they too might come alive and choke me...
the was once, a story that I had heard...
passed down from generations,
those choked were turned into trees..
I keep walking...
If those were true,
I might have been turn into one...
the doubts that filled me are like little droplets of crystal dew..
trying in vain to wash my conscious eyes awake...
the path was slippery...
a sign of  fresh recent downpour..
the smell of soil...
I sniffed with delight...
a scent I favor over artificial branded perfumes which are
like hormone sprayers against the face...
like synthetic honey-like liquid attracting foolish bees...
the clearing backens...
How nice it would be in the open grounds...
admiring birds hovering across the rippling skylines...
a taste of simple bliss...
My heart had reached that clearing,
but clearly my body hadn't...
My worn out slippers struggle through the sticky marshy mud...
are my doubts been cleared that i could reached the clearing before dusk...
I fear...
the forgotten legend come true... dragging me into the dark...
silencing me forever...
Right now, there is still time...
I lift my determined feet and tramp forward...

Leisurely Stroll...

The morning weather had been good... Neither too chilly nor too glaring... the wind blew a welcoming tune... My heart leaped... Why not a stroll in Domain...  the park where I had thrown to the back of my mind even when I lived near it... Now, it was further away, but it was indeed satisfying... I love peaceful strolls... the mornings here aren't too bad... I actually like sweating even back then, but the long half stroll half jog was not very good for my sweat gland to start functioning even after I had been walking for nearly two hours... The more delicate side of the park was hidden further down towards Lower Domain... I came to the end at Parnell but jogged back swiftly to the Cherryblossom Groves... and back through the main entrance near the hospital... It was a good one... previous visits had all but a rush, the touch and go type... people often jogged near the duck pond and winter garden... I ventured further... the forest walks were refreshing... It was amazing to be walking in a mini forest which is situated in the midst of a busy city... I won't call it a metropolitan.. It is less hectic as compared to the capital city of my country... I chose to take the Lovers Walk, as I've never been through that part yet.. the other route pointed towards Glade's Path (which I  had set my foot before).. I'm easily delighted by tiny bits which others consider as boring... My delight was that of the discovery of a  tiny waterfall which slaps the brownish - black stones with  its clear dancing water... it flowed into a merry little stream, the sound of simple joy... Along the walkways, fragrance from unknown flowers filled the air with a refreshing spur.. Birds such as the fantails hopped across my path occasionally... I was alone... it felt so good... being just with the nature...
I might do it again as days are carefreely passing by now... trees were like those which resemble the fairytales narration. Lovely blue bells drip down from their slender stalks.. echoing the hums of the bees within..

 

Dragons

Indulging myself in a very relaxing break after the hectic second year, I brought up all my yearning for a good reading session filled with my own thoughts and imagination. The city library do me good by having such a heavenly collection of books that I had set my eyes on so eagerly since I first learnt of its location. Yet, I could just swallow my cravings as assignment due dates and courseworks were burdening my head all the time.

Finally, my urge is being filled... I have frequented the library now that I had plenty of time to spare. Books of all sorts have I packed merrily in my usual  backpack meant for lectures, replacing the seemly dreaded text books... It felt lighter although I was carrying several bulky story books from the library... Funny ay... It was this particular book that touched my senses, stimulating them, waking them up or rather activating my almost dormant imagination which had been bogged down by continuous academic workload which were actually quite dry though interesting in another way... My imaginations started running wild... I had never felt this sort of enthusiasm for a very long time... It was a sort of awakening... A wave of sensational bliss within my still youthful heart. The title starts with the D word... although most people are now being dazzled by vampires' hot looks and narrations (pardon me Theva =P)... I continued to be amazed by how easily I fall for dragon-ish tales and trilogies... I am hooked... A must read book.. It is more of a mind developing duology (as the third book isn't out in the market yet)... The writer Robin Hobb has indeed presented the most wonderful narration... The descriptions were simple but they captured my senses and mind images to the utmost level... I had never imagined such a wonderful image of a story before...  I had finished the books 'Dragon Keeper' and 'Dragon Haven' in just two short days and is craving for more of the last sequel... The funny thing is, I ran all the way to the library immediately to get the second book after I finished the first one... It was that addictive...

Time like that are hard to come by, I doubt that after this long break, I would have such a relaxing period of contenplation when I move on to my third year...Life has not been as carefree as my childhood days, I bet everyone had felt the same way as I do... Books are the only gems which carry me back in time... Where the fantasies exist...



 

Farewells

Farewells are hard... It's the clingy feeling or attachment you have for people you care about... It is the feeling of not seeing them again to hang out and chill... The laughters that were shared, the topics that we converse about... All those were just real at those moments... Joy was also real at that moment... For now it there would be no more such privileges.. which had extended towards the frieindship we've built... It is short and brief  yet meaningful... These cherished moments... the very precious moments that would be blurred in life... as years washed them by... those would become fond thoughts which fed the energy into life...

The rising and descending of emotions

I often ponder about the reason where certain ages must be related to certain emotions... when it starts with single digits - pure happiness, when it starts with two digits with  number '1' as the start - you should not give in to emotions at all, when the digits start with '2' people started questioning whether the person had any emotions at all... Is there something wrong with the person's emotions? Why she never seem to have any special one around her... It is tiring to accommodate the inquiries... the chatters behind.... Can't I be who I am as I please? Can I not cherish just one special person, but everyone that I know and appreciate... I'm sick of being humiliated, questioned with weird looks... Yes, I am what I am, I know how to love, and love to be loved, but it is just that I couldn't just love a person... That special one is no where to be found yet... Can't i be left in isolation? don't I deserve to love someone i really love? the more i ponder the more i think that Romeo and Juliet love never exist in reality, it is just mere infatuations. What is there to love...? building fantasies out of reality doesn't work... the feeling is temporary... Love is never equal... From what I observe and reflect, love is just a one sided feeling... the other part is of giving in and infatuations... Pronouncing love, after years of looking at each other in the faces... there wouldn't be anything but responsibilities and commitments and continuing the species... Then, the role of love is over... It is not that I condemn this universal truth, it is just that because of this cycle, the species within the species speculate... some in frustration rebel, some remain silent and follow the cycle, some became the talk of the other so - called commoners.. Thinking hard isn't bad, thinking about lots of stuff isn't bad either... it makes me views things clearer instead of being knocked out or jumping in the bandwagon without further clarification... maybe I'll jump in the bandwagon too, but with a clearer mind... maybe I will not be jumping in at all... thus, becoming the talk of a small town... the twisted roots threaten to choke... hidden within the soils of the planet... once succeed..pull all the nutrients out of our body... as it is a mere entity to generate more entities...  

Southern Panorama

South island trip was very relaxing... It felt weird at first when there is nothing to worry about, nothing to be upset about, nothing to disappoint...
there was still enough snow for us to fool around.... both extreme weathers came together so summer-ish and yet so frosty... It was worth the trip... Waking up late in the mornings to a three - days non - stop rain showers... It was cold and hot at the same time minus the humidity... lips dried up fast... the road was sometimes a desert to my eye, or even a dessert with snow capped mountains that look like frosty pudding with whipped cream toppings... the fields were filled with yellow patches of flowers, I wonder whether they are buttercups... 
the lakes and waterfalls were amazing... our campervan cruised through the winding roads where sneak peeks could be seen of all the wonderful creeks, rapids and cute little one-way bridges where a full view of the valley or canyon could be seen... Arthur's Pass was amazing... You need not stop.. cause the roads are too winding... capturing glimpses of it from the car was great... Many a time, along the roads where small 'scenic view lookout' areas were spotted, old elderly couples were seen huddling cosily in their fold -able chairs, sipping hot coffee whilst they lost themselves with awe to the picturesque views residing so peacefully among the mountain range... It was a bliss... Would love to do that when I retire...( a not too long future)... I thank god for the chances that I had gotten... to see the lovelier side of god's creation... No ugliness, just tranquility and peace which could wash people's minds of any evil... Maybe it is the location... where nature are abundant, people have less evil thoughts... less misdeeds are committed... less complicated society... My thoughts may be old, but I yearned for this sort of lifestyle... No anxiety, no hidden meanings in life... just a straightforward life where people are happy because they are really happy and not because they will feel weird when they aren't happy... We want to be happy in so many ways, but the simplest way to be happy is to be in that state without realising it...
I thank god that I could meet people who were so kind in their hospitality... their warmth makes it feel like home.. the feeling of goodness itself is a home.. sleeping and cooking in a campervan was truly amazing... a hard to come by experience... I thank god for that too.. I am thankful that there are so many people around me who could guide me and protect me from the brutal reality... It is this wonderful blessing that I am grateful for...

To all who spam my shoutbox

I'm not worth spamming... What fun is it to spam my shout box? what benefit will you get? people live once and only once only, why bother to copy thoughts from strangers' lives? Isn't our own lives worth it enough to be copying other people's thoughts? to all these people.. get a life!!! Live your life well so that others will automatically flood your blog because of interest not because of tricks... I'm blogging in my own small world, with nothing to be ashamed, and nothing worth feeling embarrassed, i stand on my own two feet with my own pride, my own thoughts and my own principles... No one in the world is the same, besides what's the benefit of copying... it's just a mere delusion...