A Second Chance

Tim has an enduring hunger to work with music.  Inseparable. All the more, after returning from numerous gigs. That's what intrigued me. His serious passion gets him to where he is today and I am glad for him. And, yea, roadside dinner is a good one too.

In contrast, I am running dry on inspirations to write. A true artist fears a blank canvass. A true writer, the void of of words. And so, in a bit of the travel here and there , I am trying hard during the accompanying silence of the moment to ignite the creative juices and to some extent, it works , especially during chilly and rainy nights. And there, I recalled my first published article entitled 'A Second Chance'.

How many of us would have a second chance to re-do and undo what we wish for?

If there is one, what would it be?



The younger days comes to me. The once familiar faces, places and cases and misses, and feelings too.

Slowly (but surely), along the moments , we reach our destination and take our luggages.

And then I realize , everyday is our second chance.

Sad Fragrance

Dia telah berjalan seketika lama. Tangannya melewati batu konkrit yang berdiri utuh sejak 1977.
Melapis kisah lama yang tercipta di kampus ini semasa kejatuhan pemerintahan si diktator kejam dan kemangkatan Presiden.
Bilahan hujan memadam bayangan namun keadaan itu sungguh menyenangkan.
Hati tertutup setelah terbuka. Sang bulan tidak melindungi diri malah menyuluh jalan di hadapan.
20 tahun terungkai dengan komunikasi lama yang menghubungkan perpisahan zaman yang tidak mungkin diterokai.

Dan dia terus berjalan. Alunan Bach menemani keharuman yang semakin hilang ditelan masa.
Anda mengenali destinasi sebelum titik ketibaan dan bukan selepas saat tersebut.
Takdir jua bertakhta dan bukan semua harapan dan kehendak menjadi titik destinasi.
Ditto.
2005-2011

Undone our both sides

One more day to go, it's gonna be a year without our both sides.

And probably such years will extend throughout our lifetime.

I have decided. I should have, long time ago.

I chose to believe in 'fate', not my faith, not you.

I am ready to let go the thread of our kite.

Barring gadgets. Closing our Pinots. Pulling the brakes.

It's the hardest night of the last time.

But that has to be to bring the better days.

I cherish the lights and chill in Abel Cottage and East Park's pre-eve in our written chapters, only to  reduce its fragments slowly. Although I am tempted to re-write the chapters and fill the pages with colours, my heart does not give way eventually.

So, this is waking, sleeping and walking on my path , another day, another year.

In sickness, in difficulties, in rare happiness and blessings in disguise.

My centre of affection is looking at the galleries which I shall pass and words to craft.

Sharing the time to paint with the children. It doesn't matter with the messy colours everywhere.

Along the way, in low residency, to transfrom into an art piece. Not to please the world. Not to please anyone, anymore. Not to live in others expectation. Praying to taste the release of a dove.

Title: Both Sides Now

Artist: Joni Mitchell

Year: 1969

Renewed: 2000

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5e_-u7J2-ag&feature=related

How many hours?

Time never stands still but it would one day, perhaps.
Everyone knows that this old planet would reach its finality someday and the big question is 'WHEN'?

As I re-look at my life, I wonder how have I write it in between within the pages of time.
What is indeed life? It is a journey shaped by our choices and circumstances and fate being  a big factor?

I have less than an hour to go to catch the trip down but I can't stop writing.
The thought of leaving yesterday's evening walk back my new home at the green park cemented with the bridges is painfully unpleasant.

How many hours do I have before I can make an ultimate stop and say , this is it, we are not moving anywhere further.

How many hours do I have before I can complete a brilliant manuscript to change the world to be a better place?

How many hours do I have to meet someone whom I have forgotten , those whom I want to extend my thanks?

With the ticking of the clock, I have to pack and leave in less than half an hour.