How many times does one fall in love
to someone that is so beautiful and dear
and unable to grasp and hold it close
My gaze remain locked
at this beautiful thing
swimming about gracefully
without any concern of the attention it receives
I clasps my hands together
On one hand, it’s as if I’m begging
for it to come to me
While on the other, letting my internal tensions
fade away through my fingertips
slowly, gently, with ease…
and to let it go…
Full size art at DeviantArt, and you can buy it as a print if you like it.
Here’s one unimportant fact that I never really divulged to anyone yet: I do tarot readings.
It’s not one of those skills that I practice daily. I do tarot readings exclusively for my benefit, mainly for one of the two possible reasons: either to seek guidance from the unknown or the subconscious; or as a means of having a lens to reflect upon.
To the skeptics, it may very well be an irrational act - one that appeals to my own primitive instincts to seek out patterns and retrofit whatever I perceive what the cards are showing, so to make sense something that’s totally random to begin with. In my experience, however, it doesn’t feel to me that way. Having done readings for more than eight years, there’s something that really …Continue Reading (429 words, 2 minute read)
Going through a slightly rougher patch in life at the moment. The only refuge I can take at the moment is to stay still and be in tune with my true self within.
Reflecting back of all the unrequited relationships that I had in the past, this dawned upon me:
In some relationships, I made the mistake of offering you the past: my charming persona, my credentials, why I am worthy for you. The problem is that the past also have its baggage: the wounds, the scars, the burdens. Not everyone likes to carry the weight of someone else’s issues while they have their plates full. Hence I can only appeal to their logical side, and the risk/reward ratio is not high enough for them to qualify me.
In some relationships, I made the mistake of offering you the future: the vows, the promises, the bright road ahead together. I can write great poems and sing great songs from such a space. It’s certainly way …Continue Reading (438 words, 2 minute read)
Am now making two small but radical changes in my daily routine:
- Swapping my gym days from Saturdays to Friday evenings
- Sleep early, rise early (like really early, more details later)
Due to my maximizing nature, any changes to my routine usually indicates some form of shift in my priorities.
My gym days used to be on Saturdays mainly for two reasons: one being that it forces me to go outdoors and be around people; and two being that it forces me to disconnect myself from the online world and give myself some room to rest, draw inspiration and enjoy life. So Saturdays tend to be my indulgent day where I’d spend some money to make myself happy in whatever ways that material stuff can give.
Switching my gym days to Fridays is more …Continue Reading (433 words, 2 minute read)
When life becomes tough and I feel like grumbling about the inconveniences and roadblocks that is in front of me, it’s necessary to remember that I should be seeing the situation from a different vantage point.
With a little bit of detachment, a different viewpoint and maybe with a sprinkle of imagination, life is beautiful after all.
Been digging through a lot of older artworks of mine that I didn’t get to post when I first drew them last year or so. This is one of those iPad finger painting art that I’ve done on Adobe Ideas before I became a fan of Autodesk’s Sketchbook. What I liked about the app is that the you can choose a colour swatch of only five colours as your main palette and the “constraint” does forces me to be creative in using opacity extensively to blend colours. (technically I can still swap the swatches – still it’s a bit tedious if I were to swap the swatches in and out)
Onto the art, it’s a bit of a reflection of how kids would admire the adults and wished that they would …Continue Reading (211 words, 1 minute read)
How long has it been that I had first set eyes on you? Five years ago, perhaps? Remembering brings the bittersweet feeling of what’s not meant to be. Hence I always only been able to see you from afar no matter how close I am right next to you.
Your kindness is one that I couldn’t repay as much I’d love to shower you with gratitude million times over.
A passion unrequited is a life that I’ve gotten used to. Hence I’ve learned how to move on without you, letting the sorrows fade away while the rosy images of you remained framed in my heart.
Five years later, in the present, I met “you” again. It’s not the same you I’ve met before, but everything that I know …Continue Reading (353 words, 2 minute read)
We are born pure, without pretension.
I may have grown up to whoever I am now, and yet it’s possible that I may not be completely born yet. I’ve been raised and get used to following and chasing what others has told us to do, what ideals we should pursue, what standards to meet. From time to time, I feel a cry from within – a thug felt in the heart, sorrow and misery seeping in and felt through my veins.
What do I feel, I could not explain.
May be, just may be, there’s an inner baby within myself – wanting to be born, to see the world with fresh eyes. If that’s true, please let it be born: breaking away the husk, the shell and the façade, let me be alive …Continue Reading (175 words, 1 minute read)
I’m a believer of the law of attraction: not the “ask and you shall receive” kind but more like the whatever you are now experiencing in life is of your own creation kind.
I stumbled upon the thought when I contemplated the present situation of mine and noticed my perceptions towards my co-workers: to me, it seems that I conveniently match their personality profiles with those of my ex-colleagues whom I’ve worked with. And in a way, I probably have interacted with them in a similar fashion based on the stereotypes or personality buckets that I’ve assigned them to.
The way I’ve described it over a Twitter conversation goes like I’m wearing a rose-tinted glass that I had fixated and interpreted my present with a past environment that I’m …Continue Reading (241 words, 1 minute read)