Im taking my time.

Theres a new cafe in town , right beside my the corner before my condominium. Its "Old Town" and with its colonial design, Malaysians love it. It serves Malaysians classic Nyonya cuisine. Guess whats the slogan, "Take Your Time".

One of our favourite indie band, South Jordan, just come out with their awesome single, "Take Your Time". And contagiously infected me to sing "take your time baby" all day long.

Pilots are advised to reserve some couple of moments while flying to "take their own time" in the cockpit , look at the weather, feel the aircraft. To increase your situational awareness. Take your time to look at the weather. Notice the direction of clouds at the corner of your eyes. Feel the strength of the wind with your rudder. Listen how the engine sounds when you shift the power control. Look at the colour of the sky. The last part is my favourite. Because the sky isnt always azure blue. Azure blue means clear weather.

Clear.
Pure.
Safe.
Beautiful.

No wonder why people always wonder why the sky is blue just the way it is.

Forgotten Familiarity

Did you ever remember when theres glimpses of moment where things are as perfect as they are. Where the world is what you ever imagine it should be. And you have no regrets on why a particular things happened in the past. The world, nevertheless violence exists and deceitful, offers the purest sanctuary where you can heal and pull yourselves together again.

When I was a kid, its easy to remember that the world is a harmless playground that we can try new things and mistakes are to be made as much as you can, and even you as a naive child knows that, these mistakes are regarded essential, the more you do it, the more you learn. And throughout these process it is understood that Perfection is imaginary, and Imperfection is relative.

For example, first bycicle ride lesson. Spilling milk on the table. Not leaving your teddy bear somewhere. Picking the best dress for Grandma's visit. Kissing Mom the right way. Loving Dad the right way. Talking to Ngah without getting him mad. Endless.

I hate complicated , so I choose to be back to basic. Rather than being a typical "kiasu" adult, make mistakes as much as you can and learn from them. Stop complaining about the world , start changing yourself.

Welcome Home Islander Girl :)

White sandy beaches along with crawling crabs makes my Tuesday "ponteng" day far more worth it. HAH. And like any other girl out there, we're so burnt. The mantra is "Sunblock" so your whole affair isnt gonna be a sizzling one ;)

Its true that snorkelling is highly contagious to people who never experienced it before. All of us three just jumped into the water with full energy without thinking twice. Believe me, thats for the best (to avoid second thought of not going to jump in, for the sake of not getting burnt, scared, sick, whatever fiasco...etc) .Its not about "I hate the sea" attitude. But for the sake, "My body deserve to feel this!". And the best thing is, we can see each other's true colour. And what can I say; IM TECHNICOLOUR!

I remember how people just do whatever they can do without thinking its too old or too young for them . And I wonder will my thought ever changed when Im getting older. Will I ever be this lively again next 10 summer? Maturity sure makes us more thoughtful and sometimes it never bring us anywhere. But it is universally acknowledge that we FOUND ourselves along with Maturity. So its is naturally acquired through phases. Like experience.

And I wont run away from the stage anymore. Im going to enjoy the show. This time with all the person I love. Popcorns , tissues, and blanket. Its more exciting watching in group ;)

Like Jason Mraz said
"was it you who spoke the word,
that things will never happen to me,
but things that are gonna happen naturally"

For Us

Hold me tight, shield me from the monsoon of fear.
My lungs refuse to move on again.
Happen on the very nights that my eyes could shut.
As if they want to take me away,
on moments which I least realize.

I want to live, i cried.
I dont want to go there .
Dont take me there.

Because Ive been to hell and im still alive.
And thats not the place i want to go back again.
Dont fool me.
I might be naive.
But im flowing through you.

And letting you go softly
as if you were never going to go
And i wasnt leaving
But we are
And still we both know
This is a phase
Where were both changing from Yes to No
And the border is thick enough, long enough
For us to understand.
Whats the wordless act weve been doing.
Because its a matter of time.

But i know youre wispering
Flow it slowly
Its less hurting that way
make it beautiful, for both of us.
For us.

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