I Wish

If I rubbed an old oil lamp, and had a genie grant me 3 wishes, I seriously wouldn't know what to do with those wishes.


Maybe, I'd wish that I hadn't made certain mistakes in my life, which would not bring me to how I am today.


Maybe, I'd wish, that I'd get back that passion for cooking again, because I really have lost it.


Maybe, I'd wish, that I'd have a little bit more time to be innocent, and see the world in a better way.


Maybe, I'd wish, that I would have ONE second chance to make it all right again.


What would you do with 3 wishes?

Pink & Carey Hart & Willow Sage Hart

Friends from 2001, married in 2006, separated/divorced in 2008, back with a baby in 2011. 


Life, along the way, gets messed up and horrible, but if you're willing to give yourself and that other person another chance, things can be wonderful.

Eternal Sunshine

This movie has always been coming back to me lately, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, starring Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet, a couple whose relationship turned sour, and they both erased the memories of each other, but then, he realises that he still loves her, and they do meet eventually, and all the things that come together after that.


I never survived more than 20 minutes of that show, but I'm going to watch it soon. That's next on my lifeless online movie streaming playlist.


I have this vision, because we both just match each other so well, that if we could just erase all memories of us, and then one day, just start over again. In a more probable sense, I see this scene in my mind, say 2 years down the road, when we are both living on our own, and the pain has subsided, and then, we just run into each other, and decide, hey, let's just go for a drink at the nearby mamak, and then, after a few minutes of awkward conversation, we just start talking, like for real, and then, slowly, bit by bit, his friends and my friends are texting, "Hey, you serious you going out with her/him for dinner?" and then, we slowly go out again and again, and realise how much we fit together, and then, we go on One date, then another and another, and then... walk into the sunset together, with TinkyWinky and her children and ours, by our side.


Ah well. Wishful thinking. That's never going to happen.

Avoidance...

He's avoiding me, which is fine. Just don't stop me from seeing TinkyWinky. It's not fair to her! Huh... I really really really don't know why I still think I'm in love with a guy who acts like a bastard half the time.


Oh well, that's life. Anyhoos, since I'm on MC, I've got the garden going, the pots I got recently look awesome and I've already planned out my next few month's projects with my salary.


Here's to a paradise in progress...

Somebody Sweep Me Off My Feet...

Someone out there, tell me you love me for who I am, tell me that I am your only one, sweep me off my feet, and we can put on that Bow Chica Wow wow...


This song just thrills me to my core somehow, it's just a melody that happens when you're with that person you love, all the sensations and feelings coming together....


That guitar bit brings me back to those days of us looking into each others eyes, in fact, the first time we spent the night together....

Don't Forget Me...

Don't forget me, that Chinese girl who 'never had a mirror til she was 9', says, " I see a little kitten coming... I see a little being", "Red... Green.... Yelllow.... Bleuuu...!"


because I never forget


you and your OCD 5cm minimal distance of objects, your adorable and unique handwriting, your favourite drinks, you lugging around ErnieBernie in your backpack looking like an adorable compact Penguin-package, that 'gray look' in your eyes when you leave my Sunway house and how we'd spend time trying to say goodbye at the gate, how you cover your eyes with pillows/close them/peek through your fingers when you watch scary movies, your endearing laugh when you are truly tickled (physically and mentally) and so much more...


Look at the amount of magical goodness we had, and step into the future with me by your side.

Wheeeeeeee.......

It's finally here! My free time...
Hmm.. I know. I've been bored since... officially 3 hours ago. But, now, I realise, this is the time for me to do all the stuff I wanted to do but had no time.

1. Start on the mysterious guitar.
2. Work on my wall mural sketch.
3. Get the birdcage idea up and running.
4. .......... I'm at a standstill.

I was so busy that I can't even remember what it was that I wanted to do. 

Any ideas for money-free fun???

Ooh. I've yet to get my English tea, and my rainy days-steaming coffee-good book-curled up on a fluffy sofa-jazz in the background-session yet.

Please, please, please rain tomorrow evening.
(Note to self: Get some coffee. dammit.)

Sing Me A Song, For A Penny's-worth of My Thoughts

Won't you sing me a song?
Just to tell me that I am endearing and lovely
In all of my moods, moments and musings...

All I want is to hear your voice
Assure me every once in awhile
To know, that I'm still out there
Drifting, not lost to the oceans
Not beyond all human contact

"You look beautiful all the time... Shine shine shine shine on..." - The Kooks, Shine On

But to face an empty screen
Just a mere smoke signal away
I sit here, wonder and waste away
Wander in my thoughts
Wrestle with my memories

And then....
Slowly.........

The jaded fairy glow of a dawn whispers...

Flimsy Whimsies

Hey you. Yes, you. You're like a bad habit. You're my little secret habit.

Win me over with Words. Bowl me over with Memories. And I'm yours.

 

Pick up where we left off.


Dream about that castle in the sky, build it any way we want and defy gravity. Furnish it like money is non-existent and the world is ours.


Let's escape to somewhere full of clouds, blue skies, green meadows with a winking sun peeking out from behind a tall forest.


Turn that into a quiet, old, smoky bar, dimly lit, with sultry jazz and some bottles of red. We could take turns at picking them.


When we wake up, let's jet off to Paris and have freshly baked croissants, with whipped cream, fresh fruit, with shots of black coffee.


Take a walk in an art gallery, and discuss what the painters ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner the day before.


Catch a movie, in a language we don't understand one bit, just so we can sit through a silent movie without any silence.


Read Oscar Wilde with champagne and come up with drunken wittisicms of our own.


Bungee-jump together into an ocean full of sunlight and wishful thinking.


Drift away on a lake, with your guitar and my ukulele just to get inspired.


Eat like a pig, laugh like a fool and live like a dream.