:: Flip The Coin

Life it is a combination of 4 letters, yet when you merged them, the meaning is limitless. It's complex. It's not known. Its journey endless. That's life for you. But how do you define life in mere 3 words? Precisely!

But that's what makes life so facinating. You see life everyday as you woke out of bed. As you stepped out of the house. As you say good morning to your neighbours. As you drove out and wave the security guard by your apartment  As you read news. As you listen to the radio. Its ever revolving you.

Some lives turn sparkling and sunny. Whilst others not as quite. Are there such thing as fairy tales? Perhaps, perhaps!

We can change our image; from black to blonde or long to short hair. Or that Prada gown you've been eyeing for or that Hermes Birkin leather bag you've been wanting to have. Or how nice would it be cruising in your new Mercedes. We transform ourselves with all these luxuries life can offer, but there is these little part of us just doesn't seem right. Doesn't feel belong. Or contented. Or even feel appreciated. Hmm, something. Something that just doesn't click!

I know when i am down, when i am hurt, when i wept and when i feel all else fails and when i think there's no hope, but NO! There IS hope. Yes! There's always is. I will think, i am the captain of the ship crossing the vast oceans. I am the pilot soaring out into the blue skies. I am the driver conquering the road. I choose my destination. HE is my compass. He shuts one door and opens another. But why? We asked. Obstacles happens for a reason. Perhaps a test to make us stronger, wiser, kinder - but there's one thing, just one thing, that is so hard for many of us humans to embrace, is pure self-realization.

And when we finally embrace this, HE gives us light to walk through the many paths. With self-realization, we learn to accept ourselves, accept our mistakes, our faults, our flaws. We treat others better. We learn to appreciate and we learn to forgive and most of all we learn how to give others a chance. Everybody deserves happiness.

So we ask ourselves. Do we have the courage? We are made of every special elements, every special lights, every special colors. Look deep inside ourselves search and you will find. When you fall, when you stumble, get-up, dust yourself off and chin up.

Sooner or later we all have to flip the coin.....I just did!

Much love
xoxoxo

:: As i stand still...

It is 30mins past midnight. I stepped outside to my balcony. 

Hoping for a quiet moment, 

away from the inharmonious sounds of city life. 

Not tonight, my little voice giggles.

As i stand still, enjoying the cool breeze 

it envelopes and gently brushes my naked skin. 

I am listening, watching the intensity of life. 

Stretches of vehicles moving slowly in the traffic. Whats new?! 

Unpleasant sound of motorbikes 

and once in awhile train that passes by infront of where i live. 

Honking and screeching noises of cars by impatient drivers. 

Dogs barking and howling into the night. 

Perhaps he saw a stranger that passed by - i rather believed that! 

And finally the road workers stopped digging the earth. 

Some peace - at last!

Gazing out into the dark skies, 

accompanied by the stars, 

and that blinking lights up on the hilltop

....im thinking.

As i stand still, ignoring every reverberation, 

i wonder what other people could be thinking this instance? 

What are their thoughts? 

How are they feeling? 

Could we all be thinking the same thing? 

Perhaps it may be a coincidence?

The chitty chatter of a complex human life. 

Like a ball of interwoven threads. 

Could it be the never ending bills they struggling to pay? 

A sick parent they worrying about? 

Or a teenage sister gone wild? 

Perhaps a drama episode they're rushing home for? 

Or that football match? 

Or the cat that has not been fed? 

Or the trash that has been sitting there for days? 

Or that endless piles of work waiting to be completed? Dateline! 

Perhaps they were were rushing for the last flight and their love ones waiting on the other side? 

Or thinking and missing that special person? 

Hoping and yearning. 

Gazing out into the dark skies, 

accompanied by the stars, 

and that blinking lights up on the hilltop

....im thinking.

Could he be thinking the same? 

Missing me as much? 

Wanting me as much? 

Can he feel my heart surrendering?  

Or am i alone with these thoughts? 

Or could he be with someone i rather not know who? 

Lies and deceit. 

Or perhaps not. 

Gazing out into the dark skies, 

accompanied by the stars, 

and that blinking lights up on the hilltop

....im thinking.

Invading my hearts and revealing my inner secrets

My greatest hopes fantasies and dreams

For whatever it may be, 

the stars are my witnesses and the wind are my messenger. 

Blow to him Mr Wind and whisper gently into his ears. 

Envelops him with my gentle touches .

Wake him up and let him gazed out into the night skies 

and the stars will conveys as my witness

....im thinking 

and im missing him

...as i stand still.

:: There's something calls...Love

As what Paolo Coelho wrote in his book, "there is a language that everyone understand by heart..something older than humanity much ancient than the desert..it is called love..". It is a language that we do not need to be taught. A language that exists for millions of years. A language that brings people together. A language that makes you feel all warmth and fuzzy or hate and revengeful. No matter how it started-paused-ended...it's love. And it's speaks. It laughs. It weeps and it cries.

We are all bound to love someone, somebody, somewhere. Far or near. Exist or no longer existed. Sometimes we have love, sometimes we are hoping for love. To love and to be loved is a beautiful nature of life. To give and receive.

How the stories goes are endless like the sun sets at the horizon. You see it. Its there. But you not know of its distance, its length, it's width. No straight ruler can measure as loves floats, love flies and loves dances. You just feel it.

For some of us who are lucky; it is like waking up to a beautiful sunny morning even when it's rainy and gloomy. Dances in your sleep. Twinkles in the dark. Singing whilst you speak. While some of us who are unlucky wishes otherwise.

Some love are long, sweet and steady. You plant it with positive thoughts. You feed it with endless laughter and conversation, warm and gentle touches. To see it grow steadily, you make compromises, sacrifices, promises. It grows and blooms. While some love are short and sweet and you wish it continues it's journey but it sheds before you can even see it blooms. And why?.. we ask ourselves. Perhaps we didn't feed love enough, they said. Perhaps it's not the right time. Perhaps it felt wrong or perhaps somewhat it does not belong? Hmmm..perhaps are all we can say.

But Love is A story. A novel. Once you picked it up, it is a start of a journey of hundreds of pages of poetries and sonnets. Only you can write about it. Only you can describe it. Only you feel it. The chapters. The plots. The excitement. The wants. The fights. You choose the character. The elements that makes your love story to die for. To celebrate for. To shout for. You control over it...and then perhaps, perhaps no longer exists.

Let thy heart bounces thy life
and let ye pen dances thy hand.
Let thy thoughts uplifts and flies
While thou write of love, starts till the end.

Stay in love my friends...