"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Love Story... Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
and say hello;

Little did I know
That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'"

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.
So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"
But you were everything to me; I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'"

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

Romeo save me - they're tryin' to tell me how to feel;
This love is difficult, but it's real.
Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story - baby just say "Yes.'"


I got tired of waiting,
Wondering if you were ever comin' around.
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town,

And I said,
"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in thy head? I don't know what to think-"

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone.
I love you and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress;
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

Oh, oh.

We were both young when I first saw you...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

pebble picking

water fairy saw a plain pebble one day and picked it up. how interesting she thought. there could be no meaning to the pebble, though it might have a purpose.

there might have been an intention when it was picked up yet its sole meaning depends on both the one who found it and the one whom it ends up with. it can mean something, everything or simply nothing.

times when you wonder what is the point of passing pebbles around when if you can't see the meaning attached to them. times when you pass some pebbles around simply because you had been given some pebbles yourself.

when you know that a pebble is truly different from all other pebbles, that's when you not only see the meaning, but you feel the depth of the intention of the pebble picker.

if you pick a pebble just because its a pebble, then perhaps it might be better to put it back where it belongs.

water fairy thought, if a grain of sand was picked with much thought and effort, then she will treasure it more than a hundred pebbles picked altogether without them.

she gently places the pebble back onto the sand, watch the waves wash over it and walked on.

if a pebble was picked just because its a pebble, then perhaps it might be better to leave it where it belongs. for with or without the pebble, things are pretty much the same.

what a weird water fairy! thought the little pebble silently, as it sits quietly by the sea, enjoying the gently hitting waves.
what a weird water fairy! thought the little grains of sand too.

but that's just our water fairy for you.
will i ever find the balance
that i am never prepared for?

how do we stop to smell the roses
if time keeps walking so fast?

when was it when i started wishing
for non-chalance again?

will there be a day where you give up and start changing,
because you wished too hard for things to stop changing and they never did?

will there be a day where you stop changing,
because you got tired of changing?

if a flower ever weeps
would its petals be its tears?

if a flower ever waited,
what would it have waited for?

if i ever see a shooting star here,
would you see the same one with me over there?

should i wish for time to slow its pace or walk faster?
wish i knew.

Friday, March 27, 2009

story of the three droplets

within the little pandora box of our little water faerie, lay a droplet of pure gold and a droplet of pure silver.

the cross path between the very first shooting star that landed on our earth and the dew drop of the very first morning gave rise to the essence of this silver droplet, henceforth its shine emanated was one of brilliant brightness, white in its purest form and a healing aura the depth of the deepest oceans.

the golden droplet was from the very first ray of the rising sun of the very first morning and found under the most melodic moonlight; for the moon of the past sang such hopeful hymns once upon a time. for this, the golden drop brought forth the most fragrant fragrance and the sweetness of the sweetest honey.

these two droplets tug gently at her heartstrings to lift them up whenever she feels down and soothes her slightest heartaches, if any. they were so precious to her, she held them so close to her heart and treasured them deeply.

the stars told her that there would be a third droplet of liquid crystal, essence drawn form the very first snowflake that fell on the earth and one that would take an eternity to form, under the most delusive lake at the ends of the earth.

there would be swan waiting patiently on thin ice above the lake, the single swan who would know where in the lake rests that liquid crystal, the most beautifully dimensioned and perfectly formed crystal, overflowing with warmness.

the swan awaits the single lady to find it and set it free
an eternity it has waited, an eternity it will continue to wait.

water faerie suddenly opened her eyes and lay down beside the spring.
she gently rests her fingers on the surface on the waters and felt puzzled when she did not see the ripples she expects to.

she leaned forward to take a closer look and to her amazement, she saw the most magnificent swan looking down at her from the reflection. she trace out the form of the swan and paused, when she saw the tear in the eyes of the swan. when the drop of tear finally fell, ripples appeared on the surface of the spring, and the swan was replaced by her own reflection in the waters.

water faerie felt her heart ached tremendously at that very moment, for no logical reason and she missed that swan terribly.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

if only those who keep giving will never grow tired of giving.
if only those who receives, will appreciate and be thankful.

too many take for granted
too many ask for justice
too many hold overly high pride
too many mind too much
too many place themselves too central

too many lost that happiness within their reach

happy are those who give but do not realised they are giving.
for once you start realising, its seems to be near impossible:
to not mind at all
to not measure a bit
to not judge
to be true
and to give unconitionally

if love is all that important, why at the heat of the moment will anger overpower love?

yet unless you are certain that you can live a life totally void of love, otherwise giving up trying to love when you are created to love will not bring happiness. just because you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel yet, doesn't mean you have to turn and head back to the other extreme end of this tunnel.

the world is only as bad a place as you made it to be.
the world can also be as nice a place as you wish it to be.

between the line of self-delusion and bitterness, i choose hope.
though there exists the difference between happiness being guaranteed,
and happiness being found in 'hoping' itself.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

how would you ever know the beauty of sunrise, if your aim was solely for morning to come faster?
how would you ever know the beauty of sunset, if all you dread was the falling of night and the passing of a day?

time can be a frightening concept.
see how it brings out both the beauty and ugly side of a person within that split second in which human nature was put to the test.
see how it both tears people apart and build the bridge for one to reach the other.
see how you surprise yourself.

the hems of her skirt brushed along,
countless rows of bushes of thorns.
a rose among the thorns, the maiden saw, and pause.

knees on petals of the now ailing rose,
struggling and fighting, to stay.
in the final moments, the maiden uttered a short prayer.
her wings she flapped.

she looked back and, shed a tear.
but who was to know,
how much she had hoped this rose would have seen,
beauty of the world around,
and not the lone world of the thorns surround.

a strong gale, a mighty gust and,
some dancing petals.
the butterfly smiled.
little water faerie saw what looked like the mane of a lion amongst the bushes and decided to go closer. "hi there! are you a lion?" she asked. but the lion simply stared at her and look away. she would have liked to befriend the lion, if only it was less filled with pride, they probably would have become friends.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

this day, water faerie spoke to a seashell on the beach, the beach only she knows about.
she waited for the sun to set this evening. it was a quietly, long sunset.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

i am just a small pebble lying on the sand.
i have been lying here for many many years.
when the tide gets strong, i occasionally gets washed upshore.

i am just a tiny pebble lying on the sand,
where people walk me by.
some of them stops, picks me up,
and throw me back into the sea where i come from.
and once again, i remained submerged in the ocean waters,
till the next strong wave comes.

i am just a small pebble, lying on the sand.
i see the sun every single day when i open my eyes,
and just before i close them, that's when i see the moon.

i am just a tiny pebble washed upshore.
i've been lying on the shore for many many years.
good day and nice to meet you.
countless of people walk by me, walk on me or sat with me.

once, a little girl saw me and held me in her palms.
(she probably mistook me for a sea shell.)
she whispered to me a simple wish, which i shall remember for very very long.
(you see, i haven't quite forgotten it yet).
i tried to talk to her,
but she can't seem to hear me.

is it always so, between us and you people?
but she was a nice nice little girl, nonetheless
and it has been pleasing to meet her.

i am a small pebble lying on the sand.
it has been nice meeting you and,
good day.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

as water faerie strolled along the rose bushes today, she heard some rather light fluttering of wings. as she turned, she saw seven beautiful butterflies surrounding her. she saw that each of them was in a colour - red, orange, yellow, green, turquoise, blue and violet, as they circled her thrice. the violet butterfly rested on her wings while the others flew off. a while later, a white one flew towards her and rested on her wings too, before flying off with the violet one. "how wonderful, and interesting!" thought our little water faerie.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

the curious case of benjamin button is one movie i will never forget.

by far one of the most aesthetic film with the most beautiful story in years such that i can't help but love every single thing about it. every piece of music in each scene simply swayed me along the passing moments of time in the theater. wonderful wonderful feeling. which continues to resonate even after the second time watching it.

because nothing is truly forever, hence some things are even more beautiful.

Friday, March 6, 2009

story of a single white rose

roses aplenty, none she fancied.
what haughty heart has she!
what guarded heart she has!

day by day,
the queen of whitros sat by her window, waiting.
thinking about a single white rose -
that single white rose.

a perpetual smile she hid,
beneath her rosy cheeks.
the cheeks that were faintly marked,
by some of her very tears.

yet all she truly missed,
was but that single white rose;
that single white rose which she once saw,
atop a lonely mountain.

that single white rose had chosed to reveal its petals during the darkest hour,
on a cold winter night;
that single white rose hadn't shudder or shiver,
amidst the cold, thick snow.

that single white rose had remained standing,
against the howls of gales and gusts;
that single white rose that lasts an eternity,
yet wilts at the very moment plucked.

that moment she held it in her hands, she knew her heart was claimed.
she left through the door of doors and was glad to be back alone.
for that single white rose will never be the same if she hadn't left it there.
hence, there were no regrets.

she was glad for
that single white rose she had fancied,
she will always love,
till the end of time.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

as the waning moon takes its resting position for the night, little water fairy took a stroll by the quiet beach; the one she alone knew the way to. squatting on the sand, she began to doodle idly. unknowingly, she had drawn a rather huge ring around herself. she crouched forward, with her folded arms resting gently on her knees, and begin to ponder about the recent spate of events.

that split second where she had looked up was all that was needed for the glowing light source to catch her eyes. she saw for the first time there and then, on that small island some distance away, fireflies dancing! the soft and warm fluorescence dissipated by the ring of fireflies took her breath away and left her in awe for a long time - she had never seen anything so beautiful!

yet, this wonderful sight still wasn't enough to make her wish for time to come to a standstill...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

if i could turn back time,
i'll never want to see things more than they are and deeper than most can see it.

if i could pause time,
i wish i'll never have to grow up.

if i could fast forward time,
i wish that you'll never find me and we'll never meet,
for when the day comes for us to be apart,
i'm not sure if i can find the strength to walk on.

i'm only a simple fish who yearns for simple happiness.

Monday, March 2, 2009

story of a little fish.

for she was born of love,
hence she was made to love.
she finally realised that she cannot stop herself from caring,
however burdened she feels, for she was created to be so -
the very day she begins to exist.

this day, our small fish found her cross.

this day, there was an earthquake in the nearby shores where our little fish lived. her small pond was badly shaken. her small pond was where she had happily made her home in, since she swam here some time back.
yet this very day, she heard about this other fish which did not managed to escape from the fateful earthquake and, lost his life.

this day, when she heard the news, she watched other fishes swim by her as if nothing had happened, preoccupied by their own tiny problems and going about their daily business. she heard them brush it off lightly, she heard them joke about it briefly. she didn't understand why she felt so deeply for the poor fish when she hadn't even known him, while others never did.

she couldn't see why other fishes cannot see, that right in front of them, was a fish who swam so hard to reach this little pond, only to find himself being swept off by the single tide he couldn't cross. and what he lost thereafter were countless precious moments which could have been used to build and store beautiful memories in his lifetime.

this day, fish began to question herself if she could ever be like a normal fish at all - with what went on around her, her lamentations were for the loss of an unacquianted fish?! fish began to hope that she could be as non-chalant, or just take it lighter, but she simply couldn't.

this day, fish wondered why other fishes did not see the same world the way she did -
that they all perhaps ever crossed fins once with this fish, who now will never again swim in the same ocean as they do;
that one day, it might be a fish whom they knew, who couldn't escape from another earthquake;
that this fish may have wished to turn back time and swim far far away from this fateful earthquake or pond, but there could never be a 2nd chance for him to choose;
that this fish will never get to say goodbye to his beloved fishes in his true home again.

this day, fish asked herself is she truly wanted others to see the same world the way she did.
she wished they never will.

for only when a fish is focusing on his/her own set of problems, will the problems of other fishes become manageable for him/her. and only when a fish solely cares about how he/she feels, will the emotions and pains of other fishes become much more insignificant, and bearable.

this day, our small fish found her cross.