A simple wish

"Race you to the Gate. Loser buys dinner!" I yelled against the blowing wind in my face and sped of, pedalling as hard as I could, huffing and puffing. "Loser buys breakfast, lunch and dinner!" the Date screamed back. In lightning speed, he shot beside me with a grin plastered on his face and pedalled furiously ahead. I tried to pedal faster but my legs refuse to cooperate with my will power and the sight of the Date's butt was distracting mine concentration. It was ineluctable that victory would be on his side. He was bigger, stronger, and close to being the next Lance Armstrong whereas I was petite and far from qualified to compete in any Tour DE France. I reached the Gate glowering at the Date who flashed me his oscar award winning smile and was standing pridefully at the Gate, waiting for the petite tortoise to arrive. I was flustered and a sore loser. Being the magnanimous person he is, the Date ameliorated my loss with an ice-cream treat. We both sat licking our ice cream cones while watching the picturesque sunset at the horizon. The sky was painted with shades of orange and crimson, the giant glow of the sun setting behind some hills and fluffy cotton clouds were forming shapes around it.

A date could be a walk in the park or even a cycling race. It doesn't have to be dinner served with candlelight for romance to fuel. My ideal romance would be a moon in the sky lighting up my walk with that one person along the beach but the little outings, such as last week's cycling race with the Date has adumbrated how small things count, how childhood activities still excites and how much I have missed out as an adult. How I have forgotten that not everything ideal is perfect and not everything perfect is ideal.

So often I look for that extra something in a date be it, the one who makes me laugh the most, the one who with the most wit, or even the one with the nicest teeth that I overlook the one special thing in that person. He who brings out the best in me. He who gives no room for louche or sly behaviours. That one person who was determined to put the cares of the world behind him and do what he loved best -- enjoying an evening of anecdote and badinage with the girl who lights up his world. Maybe by saying this, I am being paradoxically because the statement goes deeper than the superficial attitudes or physicals of a person but rather to the core of his character and upbringing. Its asking for more. Like PEPSI - ask for more. Not just the fizzy taste of a carbonated drink or the sugar high from a can of soda. Its that exquisiteness that sets PEPSI apart from Coke...that dash of lemon twist perhaps?

The Date would be like that dash of lemon twist. He makes me ask for more of his companionship, more of his ebullient character and more of his attention. Like a craving that is insatiable and an addiction that keeps you high. The circumstances that kismet throws me in may not be my ideal romantic notion nor may it be perfect. I dare not hope for anything more than a good time when out with him for I believe "Hope" wraps you in a frolly of make believes and it can be inconvenient. Hope is paradoxical. It can be painful. It can search my heart and motives to the very bottom. I don't ask for hope, and often I don't actually want it. What I really want is for the desire to go away, or be granted.

I do well to remember that romantic love cannot be bought, even with the coin of deserving or longing for that love. Ultimately, romance is a mystery. Even Solomon, with all his wisdom, included it in his list of things that were "too wonderful" for him to fully comprehend.

With The Date, I have stopped trying to catch that love bug. Stop trying to comprehend the complexity of situations. He has taught me to seize the moment. carpe diem. seize the moment with his genuine longing for a whale of fun. sometimes, you just have to keep things simple. Make a simple wish. He may be just one of the gazillion stars in the sky, but his honesty and simplicity shines through my heart for me to want to make a wish upon.

Here's to more titillating dates.

Goodnight kiss

The way I see it, life is a journey. Sometimes it's stormy and you get caught in a downpour, sometimes you dance in the sunlight and occasionally you get to see a big, bright, beautiful rainbow. What makes the journey so interesting is who travels with you and how you decide to travel. I'm pretty sure the bumper sticker that reads, "The joy of the journey is not in reaching the destination but in the ride," is one of those simple truths and is most assuredly an ancient wisdom.

If along the journey you meet someone you want to marry, my advice in a nutshell is, "Never forget to kiss each other good night." I know it seems like surprisingly basic and pleasant advice, but it is also time-tested and downright good for you.
Let's face it: We are running so fast through life.

Our days are packed with work, chores, obligations, dirty dishes, laundry, phone calls, text messages, the Internet, e-mails, high gas prices, low stock prices and more to do than we want to. Although we have every intention of putting our partners first, sometimes we get swept up in the tsunami of life and they get washed out with our good intentions.

Without knowing it, we suddenly find ourselves floating in a sea of things to do and, although not intended, our relationships are taken for granted. We don't plan it — we really don't even see it or feel it — but before we know it, we have floated away from each other.

When you never forget to kiss each other good night, you create a life raft, and you can't float away so quickly because you acknowledge each other, pause, connect and express your love. The golden rule seems to work here. If you treat your partner the way you want to be treated, you'll have a really great shot at creating the kind of marriage that you want. If you stretch throughout the day my advice of never forgetting to kiss each other good night and create small ways to put love in your life, you'll build intimacy and closeness and your kindness and care will honor your partner and grow your relationship.

Postcard To England

Give me more loving than I’ve ever had; make me feel better when I’m feeling sad;tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not; make me feel goodwhen I hurt so bad;barely getting madI’m so glad I found you; I love being around you; You make it easy. Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4

Give me more loving from the very start; Piece me back together when I fall apart; Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends; Make me feel good when I hurt so bad; You’re the best that I’ve had; And I’m so glad I found you; I love being around you; You make it easy It’s easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4

Thank you A!

Postcard from England

where do we go from here? this isn't where we intended to be, we had it all , you believed in me; i believed in you. certainties disappear; what do we do for our dream to survive? how do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do? deep in my heart, i'm concealing things that i'm longing to say; scared to confess what i'm feeling... frightened you'll slip away...

Love, A

Happy Happy Birthday!

It wasn't too long ago that I last saw you. you remember me, dont you?

september flew by faster than you thought. it was lonely, you were half way across the globe from me. so many nights you lay there thinking of us, only to let it stop abruptly. too fragile, too afraid. you were sitting there, trying to think of something to do, trying to think of something to keep you from thinking of me. but you know its not working out. you hear me, images of us flashes in your mind like a camera. click, there's me running me fingers into your hair. click, there's me drawing circles on your palm. click, there's me curled up on your bed. click, there's me banging on your bathroom door. click, click, click. the memories just run. you didnt mean for this to go this far, but it did. you didn't mean to get so close and share what we did. you didnt mean to fall in love, but you know you did.

you look around your room and everything reminds you of me. how do I know all these, you asked? it wasn't too long ago that you last hug me. you remember don't you? You stood there watching while i stare and salivate at the selection of chocolates. you let me pile up the baskets with a whole selection of nestles and cadburys. you hear me mumbling and talking but you werent listening. i knew you werent. you were rationalising. fighting. then you just hugged me. the world around you zoomed out. it was just us there in the aisle. it was just us in this world. no one else matter at that moment. Thats when i knew all these. because i felt it too. it was also my lonely september. thinking how to stop thinking of you. ;p you didnt meant to think of me so much but i know you did. it wasnt the smartest thing to do, you cant just seem to get it right.

I hear the gang banging in the kitchen. trying to whip up a brilliantastic birthday cake for you. it wasnt too long ago that we spoke. i hear the pitter patter of raindrops on your windshield. you are on your way home. tired. exhausted. yes. but yet excited and exhilirated. its no longer a surprise. they do it every year for you. the same celebration. the same rendition of songs. the same tricks. the same people. but little do you know, this year, it will be different.

im lucky to have been where we have been. im lucky to be able to share tomorrow with you. just lucky. lucky to have another chance tonight, at the stroke of 12, when the lights go out, and all you see is the flickering of candles to sing you happy birthday at the top of my voice!

how it will be different this year you asked? you will know it..you just will.


Happy happy birthday A. God must've added a little bit of tingle magic into your mould when He made you. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance.... in the kingdom of light.

There, i hear your car at the driveway. lucky to be coming home again.

Oh, did i tell you...im lucky to have you love me? i didnt? will tell you when i see you...there i hear you coming in the house. : ) 2 mins!