Monday, June 30, 2014

Cloudy with a chance of rain

I can't listen to this song and not think of you. It used to play in your blog and in fact, that was where I first heard it. I got instantly hooked. 

People say nobody blogs anymore. The relevance of a blog's existence today is questioned. Time being time, waited for no soul and we dream of yesterday. Wishing time would give it a break for a change; "but that's just absurd," says Time. It's been cold all morning despite the sun being out. As I lay there, wishing so hard that the minutes would stretch, I suddenly thought of the old days - the uncertainties, the excitement, the butterflies. You seem to occupy my thoughts quite a bit these few days. I'm puzzled myself. I sometimes catch my thoughts in the middle of a mental playback and it would stop dead almost as if it was scared. I feel like crying, I have no idea why. 

I see you've removed your share of it all. I've only just realised; but that's a good thing I guess. It never was anything more than an infatuation. A boy meets girl thing. Heck, we hardly ever even talked. That's a fact and both you and I know it. I'd be a lying fool to say it didn't bother me that you took it all down. But that's just me. I'm just a girl sometimes. Now I feel like taking it all down too.

All this vague shit. Slow down you crazy child. I really miss yesterdays.


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Two Hours in Pangkor

Abah & I headed to Lumut some days back for work. Before heading back, we made a quick detour onto the island. 










Tuesday, February 18, 2014

A Brief Break

It's going to be Maghrib in a bit and I figured I should give the job a rest. I'm on my bed with tons of canvas sheets scattered around me, some already drawn on while others remain sad and blank. Today's the first day of work again since my brief Singapore getaway last week but already I'm feeling tired and stressed out. Though I genuinely love what I do, mixing business and art, getting to work with paint everyday and the sorts, I can't deny that a little part of me still yearns for that corporate dream job.

Sometimes I feel like quitting this thing, but fortunately enough my competitive conscience keeps telling me that I can survive on this despite what everyone says and that dream of building a name for myself is not too far out to reach. I just gotta be patient and sometimes mindless.

I can hear the Azan already. At times like this I wish time would just freeze for a moment. Give me air to breathe please.

The trip was so much fun, but I still feel exhausted. I'm surprised that I'm actually writing. Though this may not be much at all, it's more than anything I've penned down recently. I'm really getting lazy at this. The Azan has ended. So fast. Too fast.

Sobs. I wish reality was a choice.