Archive for September, 2007

Little Words to Live By
Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do,
but it doesn’t get you anywhere

By:Unknown

Sleeping under the moonlight with stars twinkling above my head was indeed refreshing to my soul. It was not the comfort of where I laid my head but the feeling of infinite closeness with nature. Each breath I took in the woods smelled of fresh petals. The morning dew on 1st September 2007 is still beaming in my memory.

As I stepped out of my tent, I could feel the crisp morning and the warmth of the sun on my skin. Breakfast in the morning was short and sweet. The trekkers were all eager to head out to the waterfall. Packing our essential basic needs; shampoo and bath gel, we started trekking to the waterfall.

Journey was far challenging; testing our skills and stamina.


Luckily for me, my rock climbing experiences has proven itself worthy. After much effort in the climb, amazingly I still found strength to pose for photo. Vanity has no boundaries.


Crossing stream with glasiered rock,with one purpose in mind; to sink deep into the cold running water. This thought drove us to climb with strength.


Finally, we arrived at the destination. The beauty of the realm welcomed us ever so humbly.


Half naked men and women, splashing in cold, running water. Cleaning ourselves .


The nature spa experience was overwelming. Water flew past every part of my exposed surface. Laying on the rock, every specturm of light glazed through my naked skin, if I may describe it, a satisfying orgasm.

To be continued … the journey to Buta Cave …the final frontier ..

Little Words to Live By
Friends are special treasures in life. They remind you when you cannot remember

By: Unknown

The pain is so intense. I could hardly breathe. It was as if the storm came and swept away the miracles in my life. I wish the torment would just end. Would just go away. When will I hear my heart beat again? When will I see the stars shine bright at night? I don’t know how to feel anymore.

For my dear friend,
The pain will go away in time. Trust me. Have faith.

Little Words to Live By
Don’t give up on trying to make people understand what you are trying to say.
For people who are really listening, they will definitely understand.

By: One Litre of Tears

Thank you for submissions to “The Power of Attraction”. I am thankful I had entries, to be precise 3. Here’s entry B.

This story came to me with a title. A short yet sweet headings. It is called “The Perfect Picnic”. I contemplated long and hard if I should rewrite its contents. As I read the lines, I realized the words came with deep emotional sentiments. I shall not disrupt the bond of the written task.

The story unfolds ….

I was 20. We had been together for almost five years. In our final year of university, we both left for Melbourne and we were excited to finally be in the same place after a long distance relationship. However, it turned out that our campuses were 2 hours apart from each other so we only had weekends.

Having been in the relationship for so many years, we both knew we were facing some rough patches. The spark was an on and off thing. I supposed it was expected having been together for so long and with our final year in university, our busy schedules and separate lives didn’t help much.

One weekend, I decided to change things up a bit. When he visited my campus, I got the help of my friend, to keep him occupied for a couple of hours. Now, he was always talking about how nice it would be to have a picnic in a lovely, green park somewhere but Melbourne can be a real pain when it comes to the weather, especially towards autumn. Plus, I hate the cold and he knew it. There was no way I would sit outdoors AND enjoy a meal in that weather.

While my friend kept him busy two hours down, I was keeping myself busy in the kitchen. First up, I can’t cook. I can prepare instant noodles and fry a decent egg but God help me, I can’t cook. So I took the safest possible route: Pasta. Yep, threw the pasta in, whipped in the sauce and the main course was ready. Next, garlic bread. Which I oh-so-predictably burnt in the process. Ok too late to do anything now. And being on a student budget, I couldn’t afford a bottle of Merlot. So I got a bottle of Coke for $1.99 and two plastic wine glasses. I spread my bedsheets on my bedroom floor, opened the windows to get that ‘breezy’ feel and turned off the lights. I lit candles and let the glow-in-the-dark stick ons on the ceiling become our stars for the night. And in the background, I played Coldplay’s ‘Yellow’ – which was our song.

And as planned, my dear friend happily steered him to my place where he knocked on my bedroom door. Voila – my own little picnic, especially for him. It’s been 8 years and I still can’t forget the look on his face. We spent the evening eating cold, salty pasta and he munched my burnt garlic bread like it was the best he’d ever tasted. At the end, we clinked our plastic glasses of Coke and toasted to more indoor picnics and glow in the dark stars.

It was a simple gesture but it reminded that the both of us of how the little things mattered most. And we didn’t need the sprawling lawn or expensive wine for our ‘picnic’. We just needed each other.

P.S: It didn’t work out between us in the end but we’re good friends now. Still… it’s the one romantic memory that has stayed with me.

Little Words to Live By
Life is a chain of moment of enjoyment, not only about survival.

By: Unknown

A picture paints a thousand words. Does it matter what’s interpreted in the frame? I thought it did but sadly the reality is, it doesn’t.

I realized the platonic truth through a recent experiment of mine. It all started when I joined a social portal and I’ve registered myself with the status “single”. “Why do you bother putting down the details in your profile? Nobody reads it anyway” my friend nudged me sarcastically online as I excitedly shared with her my new found web interest. My response to her was, “Well, it will matter to those who are keen to know my well being. It opens up an opportunity, an invitation so I may claim for a date. My optimism didn’t delight her.

My curiosity got the better half of me. I plotted a plan. I uploaded a photo and changed my status to “Married” in Friendster.

One week passed. Nothing.
Please note that I have 134 friends.

Two weeks passed. No reaction still.
102 visitors looked at my profile.

Three weeks passed. And I’m STILL married. So, does it matter, whats on the photo or whats stated on my profile ? Not at all ! Lesson learned of the day.

Do not be worried about what others think of you, as most of the time, people don’t think much at all about you !

Little Words to Live By
We write more, but learn less;
Plan more, but accomplish less

By: Unknown

My heart is singing for joy this morning. For some strange reasons, I couldn’t go back to bed after having my wee hours wee wee. I tossed and turned for an hour. I was smiling in bed. I felt silly. That moment, I knew there was something more than the smirk on my face. My thoughts were on mom’s funny “Tai Chi” moves she showed me the night before. Simplicity shared with compassion. I started feeling gratified and so I did, woke up and pen down my valuable moments.

Little Things that Make My Day

1. A friend asking me out for lunch/dinner/movie
2. The gas station pump attendant cleans my car wind screen
3. My student giving me a candy
4. Mom showing me her “Tai Chi” moves at night
5. Seeing my crush in group outings
6. My post in blog receives comments
7. A friend initiates a chat with me via MSN or Yahoo Messenger
8. My torrent download completes
9. Raindrops on my window pane
10. Having dinner with my family