Sunday, February 12, 2012

Memory | Milan


Snowing WHITE. - A tribute.

Came across my old diary the other day, I saw how my emotions used to flow --- up and down, like a graph of some market stocks.

The gent's toilet, the rapid breath the heartbeat which was a millisecond faster , and the jokes to hide the embarrassment, revealing itself after a certain number of months, I wouldn't say year, for me it just feels like yesterday. A call I didn't expect, a bitter sweet memory can't be erased, like the coffee stain on my plain white dress. 'Fairy tale the happily ever after' was always playing on the white board in the lecture class, I saw the both of us, you and I. Chocolate ice-cream in the canteen, the curve on my face, walking pass a thousand pairs of eyes, that was how much attention we can draw. Days of training, holding the wrong partner I was thinking of you, dancing the steps one day I would dance with you, shining the way you will shine on stage, like how you will be the king and me the queen. I smell you just everywhere. 

You left though, I saw you in the spotlight, so bright that you just missed me out in the dark. 

You left though, you should have seen me in the spotlight, I would never want to miss you out. 

Moments became memory, and here in Milan, I remember. 
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那些零零碎碎的记忆,那些爱得很天真很单纯的日子,在那永远都是夏天的学校,那个从笼子里边逃出来的我,那个心花怒放的自己。

也许是情人节的来临,这些画面才会浮现。现在懂了,既然是天真与单纯,与其说它是‘爱’,倒不如把它称‘暧昧’。我说暧昧让人难以捉摸,可以热得沸腾,也能突然间把心给冻死,感觉就像解不开的结,使劲把它拉这拉那,更是纠缠不清。爱,却让我简单得让自己惊讶。

感谢那些暧昧的回忆,更珍惜现在所拥有的爱。没了这些,生命不可能完整。

-捷,你是我的主题曲,其余的是插曲。-

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Rise and Shine, baby Switzerland

"Next To You" by Jordin Sparks
Local time in Zurich : 9:25 pm
Local time in Malaysia : 4:25am

I say hello beautiful Zurich, Switzerland. Once again the temperature here hits zero, killing winter. This morning the aircraft flew over the icy mountains of Switzerland, it was totally breath-taking, I can feel the current flowing through my spine the moment I spotted the view outside the window, looked exactly like those only-found-in-NatGeo photography. Too bad I was busy with work, missed the chance to snap a picture of it. However, another amazing scene caught my eyes,
the tip of mountains 'floating' above the cloud. For a moment I thought it was ocean, but when I started to look into it, it was actually a thick layer of cloud. The colors of rainbow was formed at the other side of the globe, blending well with the dark turquoise of the sky. Gorgeous. 

As the aircraft penetrated through the fat cloud, the sight beyond the window was all blinded . The next moment I found myself on ground, landed so peacefully, outside was so misty that I didn't know we actually landed if not because of the noise produced by the landing gear and the slight turbulence when the aircraft touched the ground. 

In life there is so much to see, in fact too much to be seen. Beauty that can only be sighted by the eyes yet can't be touched, can't be owned. You, yes, YOU, are tiny as a dust.

-Splendidly created by God, everyone's God, your own God.-

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Love, from Moscow

 Indian Ocean , May 2011

MTV playing -- Nicole's 'Try with me'
9:49 pm in Singapore.
5:49 pm in Moscow, Russia.


Once I thought snowing will only happen in Malaysia, during my dinner time, sitting in front of the television with my grandma-homemade dishes. Yet here I am, lying on a couch watching the snow outside the window, smiling and admiring,  for the first time in my life, thinking out loud : dear God, it's REAL snow. (pardon me, being such a kampong girl) Catching the snow from eighth floor of the hotel, the first thing I did was putting it inside my mouth, yummy! Although it's tasteless, just water!


This blog has been created for months but I have always no idea what to start with, so pheeww finally! I made my first move, such a relief. Until today, I still can't figure out what brings me here, recalling one year back, I swore so hard that I won't be doing what I am doing now, so moral of the story, NEVER SAY NEVER. One thing is certain, this is not waste of time,but a life-changing period instead. So here, memoirs of my flying life.


specially dedicated to Stephanie.
Thank you for bringing me to this wonderful world.


Snowing is so beautiful that it hurts.