Graffiti in the Sky

Clouds

Clouds are graffiti in the sky. I have always been fascinated by their white and fluffy and constantly changing forms. On those slow days when I do not feel like doing any heavy thinking, I would sit by the window and look out at the sky. Sometimes, these puffs of water vapour seemed so close that I could almost reach out and grab them. Cloud watching brings out the child in me. I can happily sit there for hours just watching them drift by.

* This entry was posted at Bloggers are Morons for Blogathon 2005.

Caught In The Act

Jalan P. Ramlee
Photo by Wuan.

William, Cynthia, Wuan and I were chilling out at Jalan P. Ramlee?s Coffee Bean one early Saturday morning. We sat out at the patio and were just contented with watching the clubbing crowd pass us by. At the same time, we were also keeping an eye out for the police or DBKL enforcement officers because William had parked his car by the roadside.

From where we were sitting, I caught sight of a familiar figure standing by the road sign at the junction and was taking photographs of the Petronas Twin Towers. He stood there for a long time oblivious to the rushing traffic that passed just inches away from him. When he finally was done taking photographs he ran across the road to where we were sitting, I waved at him. Perhaps he did not notice me and continued on his walkabout and disappeared into the maddening crowd. That photo was snapped at 12:16am on June 25, 2005. Go figure out who that is. I have no prize for the winning answer though. Maybe Suanie will offer something….

* This entry was posted at Bloggers are Morons for Blogathon 2005.

Seeking Peace in Mother Nature

Rumah Hospice, Compound

If there is anything that I would like to do when my mind is unsettled, I would like to go back to Nature. Amongst the green trees, fresh air, chirping birds and screeching insects, I usually find serenity. I miss those days when I could go hiking to Pantai Kerachut. That was a good place for me to reenergize my inner self. After a leisurely forty five minutes hike, the sight and sound and smell of waves crashing into the beachside rocks never failed to invigorate my spirits.

The few times that I had the opportunity to be close to the jungle and the beach again, a sense of appreciation usually pervades. I like the tranquillity of a virgin forest and the powerful force of the sea. Both, although of contrasting characters, was exactly what I needed to discover myself again. Being in the presence of such wonder has never failed to impart in me a sense of gratitude and renewal, in body and spirit. One day, I hope I will be able to do the things that I have done as a teenager and rediscover the beauty of nature again.

For now, I can only be thankful for the occasional pockets of greeneries that still exist here. I found one at the Rumah Hospice compound. Amidst the non-stop traffic just outside its perimeter fencing, I found serenity again. The soothing sight of the trees virtually drowned out the incessant din of cars and motorcycles rushing to their destination outside. It was there that I found peace again, although for just a short moment only. It was sufficient to charge me up to do what I want to do for a while. That is the wonder of Mother Nature.

* This entry was posted at Bloggers are Morons for Blogathon 2005.