continuation of colorful garden

For the past two hours Andrea had switched from walking to jogging and back to walking again countless times along the giant sycamores of the deciduous forest. Her scanty being, led by aimless feet, had seen no one and reached nowhere. The fatigue on the soles of her feet had started crawling up the untrained muscles of her calves. “Good sneakers can only offer this much,” she muttered, annoyed.

She allowed herself some rest upon finding a nice spot on the riverbanks overlooking a crystal-clear river stretching faithfully as far as the never-ending forest; as though they were meant for each other. The strong scent of fresh water in the massive conveyor-belt-like-river reminded Andrea of her unquenched thirst and it wasn’t long before the sparkling fluid reached her palm and moistened her tongue. She was satisfied. It tasted like nothing she had ever known. Her joints felt better and her left-over strength was rejuvenated as though she had never worn it in the beginning.

The sky had begun to darken and Andrea quickened her steps with such a determination to come across someone or at the very least stumble upon something…alive. She needed an explanation…a good explanation over her where-about or why she ended up in such a strange place. The air of uncertainty had somehow directed Andrea’s path; stomping on the endless multiple layers of crisp-dried maple-like leaves blanketing the entire ground of a seemingly untraveled path. It wasn’t long before a still shadow caught her attention and her feet managed a sudden halt.

The mansion stood proudly overlooking its meek visitor. Its red-bricks were concealed fully by grayish-silver paint to resemble the color of ordinary stones scattered randomly along the entrance of the metallic steel-gate echoing that of the gates of Holyrood Park. The mansion looked like a palace, to be anciently correct.

The visual experience had left Andrea bewildered as gentle breeze greeted her all so sudden and whisked away a handful of dried leaves covering the steel gates. Her eyes caught an inscription marked on the polished bronze-plate embedded a few inches away from the tall gates standing like a protector of the property.

It was written,‘The fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom.’


~to be continued~

Will you tell me?

How long can one be immersed in the air of uncertainty and not suffocate
Or swim in the ocean of gigantic sharks’ territory and not be alarmed for a second
How long can a ballerina with twisted ankle pirouette and not fall
Or perhaps an egret trying to be a swan it will never be

What if the ceramic bowls could shout and scream
To tell you that they were for meal
When you put them astray and only left-over
Why would you have them in the first place?

Of bitter-gourd and shepherd pie
The journey goes with residence time
Yet there is a faith prove of more worth than gold
and i say You are my portion.



Do you believe if i tell you..i was in stress mode while taking this pic?? Lol i guess it doesn't show eh

candy bar.....

I once had a candy bar and I hid it in a corner of my heart
I left it untouched and wished no one would find it
I came back to peek often times just to make sure it was still there
in one piece
And I would leave it again…to my own little world

Soon time got hold of me and I forgot about my candy bar
Whence I remembered I ran towards it and gave another glance
My heart pounded fast….
And it was still there.
I smiled gratefully.
This time, I dared myself to touch and smelled the kiwi and caramel scent.
It was still the same refreshing bar.

And then I left it again ..to my own little world.
I tried not to peek at my candy bar but it was always on my mind.
I dreamt of it night and day. I missed my candy bar.
But I know it wasn’t time.
Oh my candy bar…I hope u understand.

Then my heart whispered….my candy bar was ready.
And so was I.
I came back and took my candy bar…looked at it for a long time.
Smelled it a few times over all sides
And a smile was drawn on my face.
I opened my candy bar…..and I took a bite of it.
It tasted so delicious.
How sweet is the fruit of patience…

Here..

My heart longs for distant places
Where the sun greets with warmth that of dusk
And on a boat I shall sail
With soft zephyr moving me further

Where cardigans are white and so does my life
brightly echoing the full-lit chandelier
Where melody rhymes with reality
Oh then I shall opt for my jazz

I wish now to chance upon a star
that whispers silence and hear prayers
then i'll wait for my miracle
which perhaps shall come
if my fingers i let crossed.

And then my heart begins her ponder
of why my soul u run afar?
words begin to press the button halt
and tears streaked though none expect

Mercy come and befriend me, please
Of Shiraz and Sauvignon i asked not
But like a linen that blankets me at night
bestowed comfort on the quiet old pillow

Or won't you take me then.. take me
For I can be anywhere, but here
My scrolled decision has laid for long
That lends me nothing but the current land.

Today..

I wanna give all the praises to God. For He is good all the time. All the time God is good...despite my blatantly tough day today. I have a reason to praise Him..for He is good always. Full stop.

shower

I like it cold at times when the water splashed down my cheek and swept the elongating bangs over my face. It was the stillness of the night or perhaps the slowly but assuredly dripping sound of the water that kept my feet from departing the very spots they were standing on. It was almost a luxury to spend a few moments by myself in front of the small polished mirror staring at the girl who subconsciously return the exact same gaze.

The chill of the night has creeped its way into the cubicle. It is in this place where all things are laid bare, stripped from all decent coverage. As water started gushing down through the shower nozzles, brushing swiflty over my spine, here at this wee hour that my mind starts to linger and flash images of what the noon day had offered; replaying back scenes of the early part of my accomplished day.

my silence

Innocent children, they, i envy
face beaming and carefree glee
Afar places robbed my time
Still I trust there is a reason..

A knock on door stills the room
My legs yearn to sit still
Timid I grew though none expect
Why oh why my soul you sigh?

Dirty words incessant tempt
Mercy i pray bestowed on me
But my strength is weak and my heart faints
Could this all come to an end?

Your body is a wonderland..

..as the title says.





I would like to first clarify that the tone of this post would slightly differs from my previous ones. No..No, it would not sound 'clingy' or 'sexy' in every bit, i apologize if the title happens to lure you into such thought. But i would like to warn you beforehand that this post has the capability to bore you to sleep especially when you fall under the category of human beings that lack vitamin I..'Imagination'.





As you go through this post, i would love it if you could envision me as a teacher (tall preferably) wearing a green-coloured collared shirt with a grey vest on the outside and a pencil-shaped beige skirt with a creme coloured heels, standing straight in front of a classroom, hair tied neatly in ponytail. And you happened to be one of my student sitting attentively in my class.





I start speaking:





Up to this time, the media has faithfully boasted some gawking statistics of people, young and old that committed suicide for various reasons, take drugs.. not forgetting trading them too and smoke for reason as vain as lookin 'cool'...





Nope..nope.. i am not saying they are guilty in any way neither do i accuse them of being 'stupid', 'ignorant' or 'lack of proper guidance'





All i am interested in is to carry out my solemn duty as your teacher and take you on a 'tour' as to what is in your body. o i forgot to inform you, I am your Biology teacher and erm so, please stay awake..





You probably asked how in anyway does Biology related to those previously mentioned statistics of suicide cases, drugs or smoking. I am afraid i can't answer you first or else I get bored very easily in my explanation and as a teacher who is paid meagerly teaching in this school, i am not at all so anxious in answering all of your questions. I am just here to carry out my duty and please stay awake that if the headmaster passes by, your 'attentiveness' will impress him and this is certainly crucial for my bonus this month.





Anyway, i would like to start from the most cliche word used in this 'CSI' generation..DNA to be exact. The structure of DNA is like spaghetti wrapped in meatballs. Literally. You can google for the pics as homework. But this is not the most boring fact about it, the 2 metre length of sphaghetti strand is actually rolled up to fill a 5 micrometer diameter of a nucleus (a hole smaller ..i mean smaller to the power of 3 than the tip of your hair). So, it's like having a strand of thin rope as tall as Yao Ming and rolling it up to be as big as your mole..i mean..as small as ..its even invisible to your eyes. So, when you grow up and are interested to open a packaging company, please consult your DNA. Nothing in the world beats its compression ..or if you are a frequent traveller and have trouble in packing your luggage, you can learn something from here..hopefully. I mean it is not extraordinary at all but you can still consider it.


Next, I shall move on to the more advance stage of this module meaning from first chapter, I shall now slide my way to the 5th chapter. For your info, chapters in between are to be studied on your own. My apology but I just can’t stand talking about things which are too basic, it literally bored me to…life.

Do you have any idea how different are human beings(like you and I), from monkeys? Well, im sure most of you would try to stifle your laughter upon hearing this question and I’m pretty sure that all of you would have known the answer. Yes, indeed we are 90% similar…..(roughly).
But perhaps you do not know that actually, we have very very very similar DNA with them. And cross your finger and thank God, if you believe in one, or if not, count it on your pure luck, that by chance, you are not one of them. Because the only minute difference is the kind of protein generated in them and in us ..phew huh…

*******Rrrrrr-----iinnnggggggggggg******

Ok class, we shall continue tomorrow…please read up, or well, up to you. After all, you are not monkey right.

...the colorful garden...

Colorful garden

It was already dawn when Andrea woke up from her deep slumber, or so it seemed.

Her top was slightly wet from the sweat on her back. She could feel her moist palms grabbing the dried leaves involuntarily and her head was spinning like that of merry-go-round. Before she knew it, she hit the ground. Again.

The green-yellowish leaves which was scattered like a carpet on the uneven soil, cushioned her head from the impending concussion. It took her several minutes to manage her balance and sit straight up. She pulled herself to the nearest tree, balanced her weight on the branch and positioned herself comfortably leaning against the old tree that has been standing there for decades, at least, she thought. Slowly, Andrea tilted her head up. For a few seconds, she couldn’t breathe.

The images captured by her two hazelnut eyes pin-pointed her brain to exhilaration. The sky was toned in gradation of sun-kissed orange, gold and that of dark blue colour resembling the ocean. There was no star shimmering above. It was just the solid opaque color accompanied by the perfect stillness of the morning. Andrea felt her heart racing of this sudden strangeness. Yet, the calmness of the morning seems to be awakened by the chirp of little birds and it slowly infused an element of peace into her heart.


"Where am I?" she asked rhetorically. "Ok, ..calm down Andrea..calm down..you must be dreaming..ok where is this..place?"

I tell tale

A walk i had right at the centre
With two symmetries of orchid and lullaby
Down the alley of orange and red
My heart sings i am blessed

The rain dropped impatiently
As the birds chirped and butterfly flew
I ponder in secret, but will you listen
Why on earth art Thou so mysterious?

Night turned and shift day goodbye
Lovely dance and chit-a-chat came to halt
when silence creeped and lone emerged
Can I call on You for rescue?