invisible hand

helplessness.

do you know how the feeling is like when you are there, and you are not able to help? silently wishing that each tear lost is a moment of pain gone.

i saw. from the corner. the crystal drops flowing down your face,
i saw, from my little eyes, the redness in yours,
i felt, the frustration beating in your chest,

but i could do nothing. nothing that seem to sooth your pain.

a ear i can lent. a shoulder i can rent. a heart that i can bent.

nothing. it seems i can do. to reduce your pain.

but can i do something? yes, i think i can.

an invisible hand is what i can offer. one that will hold you close. hold you strong. giving you to courage to walk forward. towards the sunlight as i promised. on the beach. a set of footprints. a tired pair of arms from holding you. but one worth every single ounce of muscle.

yes i can lend you an invisible hand

imperfections

are our lives bruised from pain? from experiences? of course we are.

no one is perfect in this world. at least i have not found someone perfect yet. i thought i did many years back during undergraduate days. but then again, i hardly knew her though i was the envy of many peers.

hurt by others if what you had experienced. others whom i think do not deserve your love and affections. afraid to try. normal. no one can say the thought is wrong.

as one of my brothers shared with me many years back. imperfections makes our lives better because we will learn to appreciate perfections if we ever find it.

at the end of the day, the only thing i wish is that despite the imperfections, we can find our own perfections.

if there is only a pair of feet on the beach, do not fret. For it is only because you are in my arms, and walking into the sunset is what we are doing.

imperfections bring out the best in each of us, because only with that, will we work towards perfections.

snapshots of innocence

*click click*

a fren coming to the house of the prince at this hour, the madame queried with a twinkle of the eye. a twinkle i don't often see, but recognise.

no, she's my very good friend from varsity. not what you are thinking. a concern friend whom every mother will like. personality. natural. true enough, she brought smiles to the madame.

it was a nice and comfortable chat. a conversation i so much missed and rarely find an opportunity to do. initial ackwardness immediately changed as friendship and comfort triumphed. no 3. the privilege i told her. to lie on the holy grail. my holy grail.

no 1 was the pure sarrachine sweetness. no 2 had moved to far across the pacific. she reminded me of the past. the conversations. the innocence. the sweetness. and no 1 has it all.

time flew and fatigue creeped in slowly. new tar does not mask the fonder memories. it was at this very precise area that where the magic began. the things that all birds do. love birds. she ain't heavy. even if she is. i won't say. not because it may hurt. but rather because it would not matter much to me anyway.

thank you brother. you came. and left me with smiles. smiles knowing that i had left my memories behind. and will smile when i look back. fondly. but to look forward again.

snapshots of innocence

deep breathing

- deep breathing -

pulsating heartbeat. thumping music.

frivolous mind. wandering soul. uncertainties.

dis-spirited soul within the body. shambling feelings.

diversity. confusion.

a wingless eagle attempting to soar through the darkening clouds.

will there be light


- deep breathing-

flicker of inspiration

believer of inspiration. one that comes and goes with the wind. at a particular time. certain moment. magic happens. smile to the face.

browsing through my pictures since time is on my side. my heart thumped with excitement as i went through album by album. like a little kid who got his first toy. i jumped up and down in glee. only on my sofa bed. for the ankle cannot take the weight. for now.

add music into the picture. feelings overwhelmed as the favourites are being played in class 95. eureka! deja vu! the feelings of happiness over-rules the other evil.

i know what i need. and what i must to.

forgive the past. leave that in memory lane. discard the sourness. relive the sweetness.

a flicker of inspiration.

the finale

the night was calling. the dream remains a dream. or has it?

-ding dong- a text came in. surprise! prata on the move. dreams can become reality too. sometimes. wind in my hair. boredom superceded by hunger superceded by niceness. if neighbours are meant to be like this, i wish i had more.

time to sleep. -phone rings- a familiar tune sounded. oh hang on, the night seems still young. tao huay offer that is hard to resist. and dreams are fast becoming a reality. well almost. with a da-jie like this, who can ask for more. nice chat, though i had to move a bit. but it was nice to meet up again with her. always enjoyed the times we spent. my inspiration and idol.

i should sleep. -phone rings- yet again. now now, this is becoming a real busy night, ain't it? brudder called. love her to bits. she makes my day because she never fails to bring a smile to my face. crappiness is redefined with her around. with buddies like her, you don't need much company. one is enough. or maybe two.

perhaps i really should slp. just a little while more since a familiar one is online. a listening hear is what she needs. and what i can and willing to offer.

concussed. with a smile. what an end to an otherwise boring day.

the beginnings

and here we go...!

welcome to the insights to the life of the P.O.W aka me.

finally started my own blog. when you have time on your hands, you can do lots of things, don't you? read book, facebook, dvd, msn, you name it, i've probably done it. as long as it falls under the family of the couch potatoes.

wavering thought in my mind. cheesecake in a box. but it will never be. so who will come? my friendly neighbour? my da-jie? or .... nah, just a thought, won't hurt ya?

a phone call. now who will it be? private line. could it be. grinz

(after 5 mins) nope, it's from office. my left hand. shucks. its okay, i got my dvds and book beside me.

but my cheesecake. damn. it would be nice though. delivered. just you and me. under the whampoa tree. rhymes eh.

for those who do not understand, don't bother.