A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Every journey starts with the first step. In my case, it started off with the first step alright :-)
Walking around the town (on purpose of course) while listening to some of my favourite songs calmed and soothed me despite the intense afternoon heat and relatively high humidity.
Somehow or rather, I kept hearing this song despite the hustle and bustle of the traffic and songs from my mp3 player.
I find the lyric of this song really meaningful... and I'm sure you would too :-)





Lyrics taken from: http://www.lyrics007.com/Vanessa%20Carlton%20Lyrics/A%20Thousand%20Miles%20Lyrics.html

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd

And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight

It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me

'Cause everything's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memories

'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder....

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight

And I, I
Don't want to let you know
I, I
Drown in your memory
I, I
Don't want to let this go
I, I
Don't....

Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces passed
And I'm home bound

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd

And I still need you
And I still miss you
And now I wonder....

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you...

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
If I could
Just hold you
Tonight

Dreamland aka Momoland

The night is dark, weather is wet,

Enclosed in blanket, the bed is set,

Eyes are open, unsleeping yet,

Pondering about dreamland, I hope to get.

Dream eludes, I wonder why,

Clock is ticking, dawn is nigh,

Lying awake, my eyes are dry,

What should I do? Oh how I sigh.

- by Springy Jottings @ 0352hrs -

On such nights, I will day-dream, night-dream or dreaming while I’m awake or half-asleep or whatever la... and I happen to day-dream about the following:


A magical place filled with all the gentle creatures.
Rainbow and sun shining over colorful wide plains.
Waterfall which cascade down the steep incline, followed by gentle flowing rivers.

Where fishes frolicked and if you’re lucky enough, you'll see white unicorn pack drinking at the side and there will be fairy dust.
Bushes teeming with colorful butterflies and trees with 1001 birds of all feathers constituting the colorful diorama of life.

And in the midst of it all, a warm and quaint little cottage.
Right on top of the small knoll with transparent roof.
With garden filled with colorful buds of tulips bordered by short, white wooden fence.

An old oak tree, old... but strong and stout where there's a swing tied to it.
With the pathway made from cobbled stone... colored cobbled stone.
Two rocking chairs on the verandah with a coffee table in between.

Soft wind billows, carrying with it scent of small potted herbs perched on the verandah.
Rosemary... dill... basil... thyme.

Fire place and chimney, providing warmth during winter and the place to watch snow falling from the sky.
Comfortable double couch beside the French window covered by checked quilts.
And hot mugs of coffee in place.

Aaahhh… sheer pleasure... perhaps I should just close my eyes and dream of this place called Momoland :-)

Prickled?

The weather was warm and slightly humid when the Son sauntered into the kitchen.

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Just sit here and ask while I prepare the dinner.”

As he sat, he realized that his mouth quickly filled with saliva as he sniffed the luxurious smell of herbs and roasted chicken.

Brushing away the thought of the feast he’s about to savor during dinnertime, he looked towards his Mom and asked.

“What is the meaning of prickled? I couldn’t find the exact meaning I wanted from the dictionary nor the net.”

Piqued by such question, the Mom brushed away bread crumb from her fingers and sat opposite the Son. “Hmmm... now that is one really interesting question. So tell me, what kind of meaning are you looking for to be exact?”

“Well, I was at school today and I didn’t see Sara who usually sat beside me. Initially I thought she might be late but it turns out she was absent for the whole day.”

“And then what happened?” asked the Mom looking straight into his Son’s innocent eyes.

“Well, initially I was worried about her getting lost as she walks to school you see. After that, I was worried that something might have happened to her. Like she fell sick or something.”

“It seems that you genuinely care about her then. But you still haven’t told me how the prickled word came about.” enquired the Mom.

Fiddling with the embroidered fringe of table cloth, the Son spoke in hushed tone now. “After that, I sort of imagined that Sara skipped class so that she can play with Tom because his Dad just bought him a new tricycle. She did tell me that she would really love to ride on it you know. And I realized that I couldn’t concentrate in class whenever I thought of it.”

“And when I told Dad about it, he said I’m feeling prickled over something. So what is prickled Mom?”

Clasping her hand over the Son’s hand, she explained to her Son as simple as she could.

“Son, you’re feeling prickled because it shows that you care deeply about her. It is a heartfelt reaction and there’s nothing to be ashamed of ok?”

“But Mom, I feel bad even when I thought about it. How can that heartfelt reaction be good then?” prodded the Son further.

Patting the Son’s head, the Mom smiled as she said, “Well, you feel bad because you assume she skipped class so that she can have fun riding the tricycle with Tom. In other words, getting prickled because it shows that you care for her is good… but it is good as long as you don’t assume anything okay?”

Feeling his own cheeks warming up with the rebuttal from his Mom, the Son nodded his head silently.

“Now now. Why are you having that sour look on your face? Come here and let me look at my precious Son. Just make sure that you don’t assume and clarify things with Sara when you see her back in class alright?”

Nodding excitedly, the Son’s frown slowly but visibly turned into a broad grin. All the while reminding himself that getting prickled is good after all, as long as he doesn’t assume things.

As for Sara, he hoped fervently that she is alright and he can’t wait to see her back in class tomorrow.

My missing thoughts

Let’s see, I haven’t actually blogged about anything neither significant for the past few weeks nor commented about anything remotely relevant about books either.

These can mean only 2 things;
1. I have abandoned my blogging activity or the site itself
2. I have tonnes of things to do

Lo and behold, the answer is numéro deux!

In fact, I have a few “half-baked” articles/reviews/short stories/thoughts/poems waiting to get posted but I didn’t get the chance to do it.

So please bear with me as I would like to take this chance to rant on about my so called “disappearance”. Besides, I need somewhere to vent my thoughts too you know. :-P


Missing blog entry #1:
I wasn’t able to finish the entry so I’ll just leave it as it is :-D

31st August; Malaysia’s Independence Day has just passed and I was stuck working in foreign land :-( which explains why I only managed to post only 1 entry in the month of August.

I’m having two thoughts here:

1. Should I post regarding my patriotic love towards the country of birth; also affectionately referred as “tanah tumpahnya darahku” which literally translated as “the land where I spilled my blood”?

2. Should I post regarding multiple books I’ve read but couldn’t find the time to scan the covers and to review?

Hmmm… since I’ve not much time to spare, perhaps I should just compile both posts into one entry :-P sounds better right?

Anyway, my country celebrated its 53rd birthday on 31st Aug 2010 and here I am, patting the back of my fellow compatriots/comrades and wished them “Selamat Merdeka” in Bahasa Malaysia before putting our thoughts back into work.

As for the book review; I guess it’ll have to take a back seat for the time being cos time is of essence and I have none to spare at this particular moment :-S

Anyway, Happy Merdeka to all Malaysians! :-)

Do not forget those who toil overseas during this time of celebration!

The Best by Tina Turner

The month of August is officially the busiest month ever! It is plainly evident that although I have finished reading some new books, I wasn't able to pen my thoughts nor even update my blog :-(
Suffice to say, my blog was neglected and therefore, I managed to pen only 1 review on that month.
Anyway, I do hope I'll be able to do more than whine for the month of September... and what is much better than listening to an upbeat song by Tina Turner! :-P
The song is OLD.. but it has the killer beat and not to mention; catchy lyrics too ;-)
I feel the beat of the song; heck, I think the song is still hot!
By the way, I do understand the meaning of the lyrics.. how about you?





Lyrics taken from: http://www.lyrics007.com/Tina%20Turner%20Lyrics/Simply%20The%20Best%20Lyrics.html

The Best by Tina Turner

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire
You come to me, come to me wild and wild
When you come to me
Give me everything I need
Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams
Speak a language of love like you know what it means
And it can't be wrong
Take my heart and make it strong baby

You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead

In your heart I see the star of every night and every day
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place

You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead

Each time you leave me I start losing control
You're walking away with my heart and my soul
I can feel you even when I'm alone
Oh baby, don't let go