We spend our time planning and planning for the most wonderful of things and we always fail to carry it out. Laziness, bad weather, irregular sleeping patterns and other things that occupy our time making it almost impossible to do anything at all.
Nevertheless, we managed to squeeze in some fun. Forest adventure at Bedok Reservoir for our anniversary was beyond our normal ritual. Year after year we exchange gifts and eat at some popular franchise. That day was surreal. I had to be strong for you. I had to quell my churning stomach to make it seem safe for you. Despite my distrust for anything that causes certain death, i pushed it aside so we could smile. And i even leaped off a platform for crying out loud. Courses like Forest Adventure are really popular with schools and companies in their efforts to build bonds and foster a supportive environment. I guess only when faced with certain danger, we always put aside out differences. But one things for sure, hanging from a rope with you, there was no where else i'd rather be.
Then came the water balloons, and the sparklers that lit the night as we immersed ourselves in immaturity and child like wonderment. The impromptu fat faced speech i gave and the blissfully tiny brownie cake. Stuffing myself with diabetes, one things for sure, there was no where else i'd rather be.
And then there was today and soon tomorrow, and thereafter.
You and me in August, no where else i'd rather be.
basket reminisced on 19.08.10 @ 04:43 AM GMT [link] [archives]
Sunday, August15th
What about: Nostalgia Ramadhan
My dad was watching this show on TV called Nostalgia Ramadhan and i caught glimpses of it. The guy they were interviewing recounted his memories of Hari Raya and fasting and one particular memory struck a chord with me. He said something about how as a kid, one particular morning during sahur(our meal before we start the fast), his simple dish of rice, salted fish and some veggies was the best meal he's ever had and no matter how hard he tries now, nothing can replicate that morning during Ramadhan for him.
This sense of enthusiasm rushed through me as he carried on with his story and i looked around basking in the glory that is Ramadhan. My mom slaving over the stove, my dad turning on the radio, the idle chatter of the radio dj, the sun setting over the horizon..
And knowing that moment in time will never be replicated again..
I can't wait. So much to do..
basket reminisced on 15.08.10 @ 01:52 AM GMT [link] [archives]
Thursday, July22nd
What about: No comfort. music: My Blue Heaven - Taking Back Sunday
I’m waiting for my material to finish, uhm, converting. Only then I will attain true satisfaction. In the mean time, my computer allows me to do two things. Listen to 1 mp3 and type in MS word. My hands are tied. Thank you Intel Celeron. Pisang wrote on the end of days and how we as humans will band together at the very brink of extinction. How for every cloud of evil that engulfs us one small ray of light pokes through. As long as there is 1 person out there who still hopes, humans have hope. In I am Legend, Will Smith, apparently but not the last guy on earth, hopes for a miracle cure each day, devoting himself to one day see the world restored again.
Then whilst waiting for the bus, an old man farts out loud with me just inches away and proceeds to make spit puddles on the floor. What if he was the last man on earth? What if he was the only guy standing between total annihilation and survival?
God made things equal. Every left a right, every smile a tear, every dumbass a hero. Just hope it’s the right guy when the time comes.
basket reminisced on 22.07.10 @ 04:28 AM GMT [link] [archives]
Tuesday, July6th
What about: Scent on your sweater.
Maybe I didn't love you quite as good as I should have, Maybe I didn't hold you quite as often as I could have, Little things I should have said and done, I just never took the time.
You were always on my mind, You were always on my mind.
Maybe I didn't hold you all those lonely, lonely times, And I guess I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine, If I made you feel second best, I'm sorry, I was blind.
You were always on my mind, You were always on my mind,
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died, Give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied, If I made you feel second best, I'm sorry, I was blind.
You were always on my mind, You were always on my mind.
-Elvis Presley
basket reminisced on 06.07.10 @ 03:24 AM GMT [link] [archives]
