when the wind blows
the heart is caught up in rapture
seraph wings come to mind
and the spirit takes flight
Walking with the longing for the next gust of wind to sweep you off your feet is a weird feeling. Sometimes you feel as if the moment you stop for longer than you should, tendrils will come up from below and wrap you up so tight, your legs become roots and you get stuck. Most of the time, you walk with anticipation and much silly hope that you just might take off at the next flurry. You wait and hope for that moment to take place but you still walk on... and the wind continues to tease.
the heart is caught up in rapture
seraph wings come to mind
and the spirit takes flight
Walking with the longing for the next gust of wind to sweep you off your feet is a weird feeling. Sometimes you feel as if the moment you stop for longer than you should, tendrils will come up from below and wrap you up so tight, your legs become roots and you get stuck. Most of the time, you walk with anticipation and much silly hope that you just might take off at the next flurry. You wait and hope for that moment to take place but you still walk on... and the wind continues to tease.
Just barely an hour after sending Supra off and the emptiness had already set in. Each walking step heavy and hesitant, feeling spaced out in a crowd or being caught in a miniature tempest of falling leaves. I know I ought not to be so drama about everything but I love my siblings to bits. Time freezes momentarily while my heart resets itself into a mundane rhythm and good times replay in slow-motion as I refuse to relinquish the goodbyes. T'was the same with Sugeo when we last parted at Roma Termini. Plane, bus or train, I'd be holding back pools of saline.
Siblings grow up real fast, like babies. Get a little too occupied with your own life and before you know it, they're all grown up and busy with their own lives too. There will always be only that many hours in a day and that many days in a year... and boy, how the years doth fly. Nevertheless, there will never be a phone call too long, a night too late to have a chat, an e-mail too many or a distance too far to be close to each other; as long as blood flows in our veins...
*sniff*
Siblings grow up real fast, like babies. Get a little too occupied with your own life and before you know it, they're all grown up and busy with their own lives too. There will always be only that many hours in a day and that many days in a year... and boy, how the years doth fly. Nevertheless, there will never be a phone call too long, a night too late to have a chat, an e-mail too many or a distance too far to be close to each other; as long as blood flows in our veins...
*sniff*
Ah Tan and the bebola broccoli bouquet especially from Ah Chan!
beautiful reminiscence
8 Comments Published by carinasuyin | Wednesday, February 08, 2006 | 1:58 AM.
I remember...
Doing homework at Saidatul's house while her grandmother taught kelas mengaji for the neighbourhood kids in the living room with a slim rotan on her lap.
Sitting in during Jawi or Agama classes when there were too few students in the whole school to have a Pendidikan Moral class and as a result, being able to recite alif ba ta etc, write my name in Jawi, sing a few nasyid songs and recite the daily morning doa.
Having my primary classmates gather around and buzz excitedly to the ustazah when I recited the kalimah syahadat with ease; they were interested to know if that meant that I had converted.
The melodious strains of takbir that signaled the arrival of Syawal and Marlina's mellifluous voice reciting the Quran in the afternoons before we turn the street into a badminton court for the evening.
Scoring full marks for History essays whenever the topic was on Tamadun Islam.
How hearing azan in Singapore was like a call to home.
I remember all this with great warmth and how it collectively form my opinion of Muslims and Islam. I remember arguing in tears with Christian friends that non-Christians do not automatically go to hell. I did not remember that being kafir meant that I would be treated as anything less than equal.
Today, I find myself remembering and asking ever so often...
Islam, where is thy beauty that I so fondly grew up with?
Doing homework at Saidatul's house while her grandmother taught kelas mengaji for the neighbourhood kids in the living room with a slim rotan on her lap.
Sitting in during Jawi or Agama classes when there were too few students in the whole school to have a Pendidikan Moral class and as a result, being able to recite alif ba ta etc, write my name in Jawi, sing a few nasyid songs and recite the daily morning doa.
Having my primary classmates gather around and buzz excitedly to the ustazah when I recited the kalimah syahadat with ease; they were interested to know if that meant that I had converted.
The melodious strains of takbir that signaled the arrival of Syawal and Marlina's mellifluous voice reciting the Quran in the afternoons before we turn the street into a badminton court for the evening.
Scoring full marks for History essays whenever the topic was on Tamadun Islam.
How hearing azan in Singapore was like a call to home.
I remember all this with great warmth and how it collectively form my opinion of Muslims and Islam. I remember arguing in tears with Christian friends that non-Christians do not automatically go to hell. I did not remember that being kafir meant that I would be treated as anything less than equal.
Today, I find myself remembering and asking ever so often...
Islam, where is thy beauty that I so fondly grew up with?
like.love.lust.lost.life.
3 Comments Published by carinasuyin | Tuesday, February 07, 2006 | 3:00 AM.
Me: It's weird that no matter how successful you become or even when you think you've got it all made, you'd still feel incomplete without Love.
Fung Kit: True, but love is also just one of many needs in life.
Me: But love makes all those other needs in life worth fighting for.
Fung Kit: Whoaaa...
Me: Whoaaa...
Fung Kit: True, but love is also just one of many needs in life.
Me: But love makes all those other needs in life worth fighting for.
Fung Kit: Whoaaa...
Me: Whoaaa...
Pohf is right. It's a totally different kind of happiness altogether when one of your best friend is getting married.
Our dear Lish a.k.a. Baba the babe is finally going to be officially and ceremonially married this year. Mama Guon, Evie-chai, Pohf, Foo Yuen, Jue and I are deliriously happy for her. Gosh, the hen night party has been in the works since the middle of last year... Visiting Lish for the Chinese New Year, we were bubbling over with champagne-y delight as we ooh-ed and aah-ed over every shot in her wedding photo album. Pohf and I can't wait to photograph her wedding eve and the big day itself... it's gonna be splendid! For the moment, Lish can't help being amazed that we seem to be more excited about her wedding than she is! Hee... the joy is utterly infectious!
Supra the Polarmeerkatchan made a pair of nifty paper koi fishes for the lunar new year!
