Lalang oh Lalang

"Please stop raining."

That was 3.50am.It never did stop even when we reached the peak at 630am. 8 am down from the peak? still raining.

Fancy wearing sandals, carrying an umbrella as mud take its liberty all over you. Nope, not fancy at all.

Drenched in mud and sweat, I turned the useless umbrella over my head into a life-saving walking stick. The drizzle or morning dew, I couldn't tell, felt so refreshing on my hair. Why didn't I do this earlier.

Reached the 1st peak. Overjoyed? More of a relief. I'm not sure why I felt happier during the last few steps before reaching the peak than when I actually reached the peak. There's a thrill in anticipation, in those last few moments before the finish line. Then it's done and over.over joyed and joy over. maybe not.

But reaching the peak sure made those senseless,pitch-black, slippery moments worth it. and the scenery. Things looks so different when you stand on higher ground. We were above a thick white mist like a fluffy snow blanket over everything below us. Blanket. I ought to be tightly snuggled under mine. (I'm glad I wasn't though, this was better.)

"There!!!"

I turned and looked.

Even the mist couldn't hide that orange hue. sunrise, Sunrise, SUNRISE behind the hills! Beautiful. and this time it was not just a beautiful thought of watching the sunrise, but a real experience. Breathes the fresh air around in deeply. See, feel, smell, touch and hear.

It was one sweaty,drizzling and muddy hike, with good company.

Hot shower. Ahh.

Broga Hill - where lalang grows.

Fantasy

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We were so excited to be in Disneyland!

We only left it because we were forced by the guard.. "Past closing time you kids!" said Mr. Grumpy.

"Haiiihh.. wouldn't it be great if we could be here everyday?"

"I think I want to work here if I get the chance next time!"

"But then again, you might end up like Mr. Grumpy. Day in, day out, this place may start to lose its charm."

'The value of myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity’. - C.S Lewis

Even familiarity breeds contempt in Disneyland, the best place ever to be for most people.

Life is spontaneous and unpredictable. Living every moment is precious.

The living room is just a lifeless room without people who are alive and kicking...with maybe a tad bit of imagination.

Imagination is a gift.

But like all gifts it can be marred and abused..or undervalued.

Hows yours doing?

The Box of Blah.

Where actors pretend to be real people,
and we want to be part of their made-believe world.

That's what most movie /Tv series do to me..

"Hey, how's life?"

You cannot be alive, without having that question thrown to you a basshzillion times.

A monosyllabic good.kay.fine. seems boring, even if it's true.
Great! sounds great, but really what so great, I think to myself? Don't say great if you don't mean great, words lose their meaning after awhile.

"Get busy living, or get busy dying."
Yeap, I just watched Shawshank Redemption.

Two people can go to the same prison. Same food. Same clothes.
Same walls, that surround and echo their same old swearings.

What makes them different?

Hope.

Brick walls do not a prison make, nor irons bar a cage. Nobody told me that living in fear felt so much like prison. Nobody told me that living without hope felt so much like dying..or death. Come to think of it, I forgot what it means to feel a long time ago..

" I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place(prison) you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend." - Shawshank Redemption

False hope can drive a man insane.
to pieces that can never be mend again.

Then,
Imagine what true hopes bring.

Meaning in a meaningless world.

"How life?"

Am living every single moment, with a heartful of hope. of love. and of faith.

Which only comes from the Source of life.

Even the routine and mundane can be lived to the hilt with joy.

Maybe that's the extra, that makes the ordinary,
a lil Extraordinary.

Recycled Plastic.

Miss oh-so-nice,
leads to much
com-pro-mise.

While I always put up a smile,
when you take my fries,
but oh,
those unnerving lies.

It's such a curse to be a people pleaser,
well that short boost of being 'accepted' and popular is great,
but when that dies..

I think,
what else in me died?

Turn, and look again...

Why? did it happen.

Why? now.

Why? to him,her,them,we, you and me.

That W-word is enough to break a person.

A tragedy happens..
but what hurts more is you don't know why it did.
not a clue. not an inkling..
Blinks back tears.

Maybe we've been asking the wrong questions.

Thank You that You are God, not what we make You to be.
Let us not try to mould you into our image,
Mould us into Thine.

"To lose all for Him is my best gain, and to gain all without Him would be my worst loss."
-Madame Guyon.