Muse

What is your Wednesday like?

1. Like a spot of daze with the flecks of sun fluttering above your lashes.
2. Like the march of breaths on the trail of your skin.
3. Like the ache of getting up from beneath the covered sheets.
4. Like a pot of steam billowing beneath the sang froid of tact
5. Like watching the white head with wayfarer babbling his throne in self awe
6. Like queuing behind eggs, squids, lettuces and a bottle of minute maid for 15 minutes
7. Like bumble buzzing around the pig sty of your bedroom
8. Like picking up the pictures of the smiles you collect from the recent days
9. Like arranging your cookies all in a jar and finishing half of if before you close the lid.
10. Like making space for multitasking when your brain screams on behalf of 2 crampy toes while driving a ten minute distance.
    
11. Like finally sitting down and feel the throb of your back, sipping tea and gulping wine.

That is what my Wednesday is like. How was yours? *grins*

It's amazing how sometimes we love to go against the rules and warnings. And the paradox, the outcome is most brilliant when the rebellion succeeds in turning about that table.

She strikes once again, after a year of rest. And I just love how she goes against all odds to recreate that awe-stricken look in my face when I open that door to find strings of loverly messages floating all over my room space. I suppose I should just stop you and the lot from surprising me. The whole bunch of you all jumbled up is just as much as a pocket of surprise. The things that springs from us all.

Our antics, our jokes, the infectious laughters, the times we stood by each another, the many moments we sat in silence just because that's all we can do.

Sher. Yee. Vini. Andrew. David Lim. TY Tan. Sam D. Darray. Daniel W. Hui Ting.

I can lie awake whole night just grinning at the balloons stringing my face above me. Reading all the scribbles from each and everyone of you, if only they last forever. But nothing does. And I know you bunch are here to stay for a while. So, I'll just jot down all your lil' notes into my black book and hope you all will write me more tomorrow and tomorrow.

And to Dave, it's awesome to hear you wish me all the way from HongKong. And Jol & Chuah thanks for giving me the blues back home. Birthday Taiping style. I wont have it any way else (= Adrian, it would be even more AWESOME if you just pass me that iphone 4 you're getting X) And yes Richard, I know you love me so much you that your feelings are just beyond words. Just get me that cookie monster jar already!!

The dream was beautiful. Even if it lasted just a fraction of real time.

I caught that forgotten smiles, the missed hugs, the unheard song and much of things I overlooked for so long now. All those faces I know parading with much laughter. Even in dreams I find myself avoiding all of you. But I went back in the end. The door was ajar, and I am sitting just outside peeping in. I like watching all of you from afar. It feels as if such untainted camaraderie should be left alone, sealed in a jar.

I may not have enter the room before I finish that dream. But I am just a step away despite making a long turn and skipping a few opportunities. Shit happens, but who said they're not salvageable?

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For the first time in a while, I woke with a grin on my face. And I have many to thanks.