There are moments you just want to stay in forever – like sitting quietly with your dog while you both gaze at the garden – and when the moment ends, it’s the perfect bittersweet ending: you wrench yourself away, sadness pricking a part of the soul, but look back, glad that you had such a moment.
The lawn hasn’t been mowed for quite some time. It’s been raining incessantly these past few weeks and Nong Kano is injured too, Papa says, so don’t mind the grass. Not that I ever cared about the grass, but Papa has always been obsessed about the lawn. So I told him, it looks good this way, and then I grinned.
Never let it be said that if a picture is worth a thousand words, then three words can’t be worth a thousand pictures.
How many times can an ordinary person can act without expecting something in return, in a regular day? Bet it won’t even reach the fifth finger when you count with one hand. I know I myself won’t even reach the second.
Yet, how many stories do we hear of great “ordinary” people giving themselves to help other people, just because they can, and just because they believe in doing what’s right? I have a friend who’s just like that, and as much as I’m afraid for her life most days, I’m proud to call her a friend.
God bless all those who act without expectation :)
Trees aren’t blue. Red, yellow, orange, yes. Green, definitely. Pink and white, of course, in longitudes blessed with cotton, cherry blossoms and dogwood trees. But never blue.
I’m staring at a blue tree right now, though.
You know you’re going to have a less-than-perfect day tomorrow, when you’re spending a sizeable chunk of the night awake and wondering how to sleep. It only gets worse. You count sheep, and realize two seconds later it’s the dumbest idea ever conceived. You stare into the semi-darkness listening to your companion snore, then silently curse all sounds to hell. You close your eyes hoping your brain gets the message, but the jerk plays Beethoven. You move to a colder part of the house wondering if that will do the trick, but it doesn’t. You move back to that warm bed, but the warmth just ITCHES. It prickles. You know you’ve reached a desperate point of your insomnia when you’re sitting at the edge of the bed, staring into nothing, pondering the meaning of life and where it all went wrong when in truth, nothing actually is going wrong. Continue reading
Add Provence to this wanderlust’s-mouth-watering itinerary, and this will probably be my dream France trip. Makes me want to chuck all those ready-made tours away, and plan the whole family Europe trip by myself. So what if that’s insane, when the itinerary can be THIS good?