By day, she's a cute, 'lil fluffy doggie sitting in the windowpane that everyone loves to hug & fuss over, and always eager to please.
However when her fur gets ruffled all too often, she transforms into a wild kitty who bites when her tail gets stepped on repetitively...
and goes out for night escapades once in a blue moon.
Blogs occasionally for the bite,
so that she can heal her pain.
I love nature, lavender & pretty blooms..
I love sweet shades of pink & purple,
with a passion for warm brown & red..
I love enjoying my comforting cup of hot cocoa / tea sans sugar / milk tea or coffee / durin' tête-à-tête sessions. =)
So do I love good food, sinfully decadent desserts, chi chi high teas, sippin' wine & cocktails in the evening breeze amid soothing, soulful jazz and sexy, funky disco house music... with good company, of coz...
Admittedly a creature of habit & comfort...
Simple things such as laughin' over a good movie to escape from mundane reality, sweatin' off the negative vibes unglamourously, pickin' up an engagin' read on a lazy day, with my dog restin' at my feet, havin' a warm cup of cocoa on a rainy day indoors, indulgin' excessively in creamy choc pralines & truffles, spendin' time outdoors with nature... lush greenery & aquamarine sea, taking snapshots of things and people for memories, meetin' happy & fluffy doggies...
make me happy too... some good ol' music / retail therapy for the soul helps too... =p
Sittin' atop the hill... watchin' the world pass by... the flutterin' leaves & flowers in the breeze... onward on the journey i continue... smellin' the freshness of the air... awaitin' the next scenery at the next hilltop in anticipation... which will take my breath away... & invigorate my senses...
Contrary to popular belief, I am not the owner of all the free time & luxury in the world. There's such a thing called opportunity cost & choices have to be made. Choices that seem easier to make than to live with in reality. Lookin' at just the surface is just being simply superficial.
In today's world, where boundaries between reality and illusions are blurred, genuine sincerity is hard to find.
There's a thin line between sanity and insanity.
Believes that the world not only exists in black and white, but also in different shades of greys....
Received this facebook email notification about this Burma (Myanmar) app and was reading up about Burma's democracy icon Aung San Suu Kyi who's still under house arrest and sacrificed her family nobly for her nation... even to the extent of choosing not to see her husband for the last time before his passing, all for the sake of national interests..... when I came across another lady who's a symbol of strength to the Burmese people, Nilar Thein...
Felt touched by her article on being separated from her daughter for 10 months by now and a wave of melancholic sadness came over me...
"I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night. I was with my daughter, playing in a small garden."
"We were playing hide and seek. I was looking at her from behind a tree. She was so beautiful, with the prettiest smile on her face, looking for me happily. I couldn't hide anymore. I wanted her to find me. I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her face gently. I started to show myself to her, but, suddenly I saw three men -with black coats and ugly faces - watching from the shadows near my daughter. I stepped back. I wanted to be found by my daughter, not by them. I still saw my daughter, still looking for me with her innocent smile. I didn't want to hide anymore. I wanted her to find me, but these men would take me away and put me in hell. Then I woke up, with tears on my cheeks." ~ Nilar Thein, 19 June 2008
It's so poetic, but yet so sad and helplessly real.... a kind of pain that only mothers can totally understand. The pain of separation through circumstances and the choice to b a nation's hope instead... I guess the choice is really not an easy one to make as most of us are much luckier not to be born in such circumstances... May these 2 admirable women continue to find the strength to fight on because in Burma, hope really hurts.
since 28 September, 2008