sand in my shoes

two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed
but I'm home now, and things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat
on the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can't watch the sun set, I don't have time, I don't have time

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
try to remind myself that I was happy here before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away
from the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can watch the sun set and take my time, take all our time

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

two weeks away, all it takes, to change and turn me around I've fallen
I walked away, and never said, that I wanted to see you again

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

~ Dido

Fear neither the BIG... nor the small

It's got to rain... HBS

I love the other side but I hate the "getting there" part. Specifically, I dislike "taking off" in a plane, or standing at the departure hall "sending off" someone I'd rather have stay with me. But I will work on the "taking-off" part this time...

People love flowers but they hate the rain.

The things that bring joy come from that which brings pain.

So the reason why we have fields of grain is because it's got to rain.

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Count the lucky stars for our tropical weather. I love rainy weather. It clears the air, it waters our plants & trees, it's romantic or hilarious to share an umbrella or simply get drenched with a friend(s). Floods don't happen often here & even if they do, it doesn't last. Half of us have (at least once in our lives) wished that it would snow here. Probably only because we know it would never happen, except with fake water-spouting machines imported during Christmas for "publicity" or entertainment. Nothing beats the real thing. Nothing beats witnessing the first snow fall, or the "first" anything for that matter. That moment, I hardly cared or remembered that every snowflake is different, for obvious reasons... Like most humans, I do not have microscopic eyes. The focus was: "This is the first time I'm seeing/touching snow-fall!" Swaku, yes. The locals who noticed, probably thought this Asian girl, with the silliest grin on her face, sticking half her body out the balcony ledge with arms out-stretched, like trying to catch diamonds falling from the sky, is a !#$%^&* nutcase. Whatever. I was enjoying my moment. I may not see snow again this time but I'm quite sure there is something beautiful to be discovered & experienced, as it is with every new journey.

Oh, & if I'm too caught up in my fun to blog on 9 August 2007...

Happy 42nd Birthday Singapore!