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I believe

8 Dec

I believe in a world without strangers,
I believe in a world with no borders,
I believe in friends who are neighbours,
I believe in love holding hands with labour.

I believe in truth without lies,
I believe in faith with no disguise,
I believe in men and women,
I believe in age and wisdom.

I believe in imagination and children,
I believe in planting a garden,
I believe in loving with your heart wide open,
I believe in mind consuming passion.

I believe in dreams and work,
I believe in sentences and words,
I believe in positivity inside,
I believe sometimes we all hide.

I believe to look is not to feel,
I believe that in time we all see what is real,
I believe you are I and I am me,
I believe that we all guilty.

I believe you’re okay, breathe and count to 3,
I believe it’s part of learning to be free,
I believe we fall down to ask why,
I believe it’s okay for the strong ones to cry.

I believe tears do not mean defeat,
I believe in standing on your own two feet,
I believe in the end it all comes full circle,
Love death life is always a riddle.

I believe it wouldn’t be fun without,
Why else would we be allowed to scream and shout,
I believe in keeping the dream alive,
I believe you feel what you feel inside,
Don’t question, just try.

I believe that humanity is just a word,
We are all family and that cannot be disturbed,
I believe in the here and now,
I believe in seconds not hours.

I believe that things are as they should be,
I believe a smile can cure anything,
If it’s truly from you to me.


Public Strangers, Perfect Places

14 May

Hello Reader,

So today was interesting. Stepped out of my ‘castle’ and ventured into the real world for a bit. Went into town for the first day of a M.U. course I’m doing. Nervous as hell and a little scared. Didn’t help that the monthly pass I bought yesterday decided to play some twisted electronic mind game with me and only work at the final stop. But hey, despite all that…it felt good and it reminded me of a time when I wasn’t afraid and that heading out and doing something new was well, an adventure! =)

I realized I hadn’t felt that way in a long long time. Despite the somewhat hassle sometimes of travelling using public transportation in Malaysia, (e.g the waiting, the pushing bumping squished feeling of being in an over-packed sardine can during rush hour) I liked it.

I liked to see the people. The faces. In the few moments while travelling together in a bus or a train or even while swishing past each other in KL Sentral, everyone in a rush to get where they needed to be…there were stories in those moments.

That man walking down the steps of the Monorail in a hurry while juggling his suitcase, a pink plastic bag with hearts all over it and a beautiful bouquet of colorful fresh Daisies. Even though I only saw a glimpse of half of his face and his back disappearing into the crowd, he radiated happiness and excitement. It warmed my heart to imagine how joyful his partner would be when he reached home. Or that lady, sitting by the window staring into space looking so tired. What was her story?

In Penang, I remember there was this crazy bus driver who looked like a Tamil Movie villain and drove like he was a stuntman in a Bollywood action movie. Not to forget how he would yell at people who told him their stop wrongly. Oh those moments when I shuddered to get on his bus.

But there were the nice ones too, like one Bus Uncle who gave my roommate and I a short tour of the Island and then went out of his route to drop us at Gurney Drive because we looked like such confused lost little bunnies at the thought that we took the wrong bus and how the whole system worked. Such noobs we we’re back then. Oh the memories… =)

I guess what I’m trying to say is, the people make a place perfect. Random strangers whom I’ve been blessed with an opportunity to meet and exchange stories with, even if  it was just for a moment. I probably will never see or speak to them again. Like this lovely lady I met today whilst looking for the Monorail station. We were both lost and so decided to look for it together. She was a teacher from Langkawi and was down for the day to walk around LowYatt Plaza. We spoke a bit about my card being a bit of a brat and her trip next week to Vietnam. Then just as we met, we said goodbye. Her stop had arrived and with a wave, we went our separate ways.

Moments like these make me wonder, are we meant to be where we are? Is it all pre-planned? Who knows? Its amazing to connect with a perfect stranger in a public place sometimes. To share a smile, and maybe a word or two. Gives us a story to tell. And also makes getting on the wrong train and taking a detour not that hard to deal with while I was coming home.

What can I say, it was supposed to be an adventure, no?


Anyway, that’s about it for now. Thanks for reading.

Much Love,