Headphones and footsteps

The wire with its two earpieces were often my companion in motion.. Often accompanied with footsteps.. My very own.. Lately, they keep me company whilst horizontal, minus the footsteps..

How I long for it to be just me and my headphones and my very own footsteps.. Not accompanied with 2 metal rods and another pair if not many more footsteps..

Perhaps this was how it was 2 decades ago..

I dont know who taught and watched as I took my first footsteps.. followed with the many more to come.
I dont know who patiently waited.. With each step I took.. and the numerous pauses in between..

I imagine it couldnt have been much more different. Must have been another head towering me.. Patiently waiting.

I did it before.
I dont know how long it took.

I will do it again.
In due time.
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L'Etoile

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I envision this in the long run. Both our noses buried in reading.. Over cups of coffee.. The silence between us.. With the clatter of cutlery and chatter surrounding us..

Through the glass, you pass off as any stranger..


L'Etoile
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Immortalisation of the "good" times

More than images are immortalised.. From a mere "it's easier in the snow", to the series of unfortunate events, through the chronicles.. Thoughts, words, faces, emotions, and memories.. all immortalised.. it also suggests/proves.. love's eternal flame.. though at times, the fire may be flaming yellow, not burning blue.. it still burns.. we tend to forget these things.. perhaps it's because we're mere mortals..

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A deck of cards

No.. A stack of 8 more like it.. Not ordinary cards though.. A special one.. And even more special as each carried a message.. Mummy sure knows me well for bringing them over, in its pretty box..

A special message from the very bottom of my heart was written in each card.. Everyone has been absolutely wonderful.. And I am ever so thankful for that. For everything.

From 8 to zilch.. Each for the nurses on the 6th floor, A&E, fracture clinic, Sue-the lady opposite me, 17 Ainsdale Court, GBF, Lukasz and lastly, the lovely ladies of the plaster room..


THANK YOU.
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Three more to go!

That's 1/10! 9/10 down the lane! or rather, down the bin.. 3 boxes.. 27 pokes down.. and only 3 more to go!!
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Must be a big shoe!

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Yes paps.. it is!

It took me 2 weeks before I could unleash this gorgeous shoe from its zip lock bag.. 2 whole weeks.. 2 fridays.. the wait, felt like eternity.. the excitement was difficult to contain.. the anticipation, finally satisfied..

with a STRANGE, AWKWARD sensation..

The heel, is awkward, with the sloped angle of the heel.. what is this supposed to be? a form of chunky platforms? One would need a 1 1/2 inch -2 inches on the other foot to match that!

My self appointed physio used his physics knowledge in monitoring my attempts of "breaking" into this oh so special shoe.. physics or no physics, it felt weird, and was not easy.. the balance of pressure act.. of shifting weights and supporting.. required a bit of patience, by both therapist and OPK..

the wait, was satisfied. the shoe, finally utilised.

but, I hobble way faster and with more ease and comfort on one foot WITHOUT my oh so very special shoe.

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And the clock keeps ticking...

A week ago, I would still anticipate, or rather, wait patiently. Have gotten used to counting days, with something to look forward to at the end.

Not quite anymore. Or rather, the wait, is killing me. inside. somehow.

If I could have a remote control, I would not hesitate to press the forward button. But then again, I might as well rewind and edit, instead of having to go through this ordeal. But no, I would not have trade this experience, or maybe I would. But which bits would I erase? Hell, why bother. Only a fool believes the past can be changed.

really, IF I could, I would:

FAST FORWARD TIME

but since I cant, plan B is:

FREEZE MY BODY

and wake up when it is time.

I know both my superbly engineered plans are destined to fail.

I DONT HAVE A FUCKING PLAN C.
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Musim berlalu

Empat musim berlalu
Kau di dalam setiap satu
Tanpa ku jangka
Kehadiran mu

Musim kelima
Kian hampir
Ku hanya mampu
Melihat dari dalam..

Harharhar.. My pathetic attempt at stringing malay words.. I actually continued the next para in English! Spring, Summer, Winter and Autumn do not exist in the malay kingdom anyway! Something must've gone up to my head to catalyse the above in the first place.. perhaps the 5000 IU/2ml daiterparin sodium that i injected into my blood stream, making me tad bit woozy now!

Itu lah sahaja
Si gadis darah bercampur
Apakan daya
Bukan melayu tulen!

Didedikasikan kepada syatkos satororinos..

Of Polish and Chinese proverbs

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"What a bitch gives, the dog takes"
-Polish proverb

Aint that true.. only a dog would take from the bitch.. but then again, arent all men dogs? However, as Lukasz says: takes a bitch to provide it..

And boy, revenge is indeed sweet.. I could savour the taste of it all. Damn I wish I was a man.. well, sometimes!

"Desire brings emptiness, emptiness brings desire"
-Chinese proverb

Aptly described as Jit brews a cup of chinese tea for me.. Indeed.. Such is contentment and excitment..

Lukasz Prochownik Jit S'ng Kok

Tweaking her Bum

And the Fleetwood Mac.. said the taxi man..

Them taxi drivers are bril.. Correction, them taxi drivers in York are bril.. Correction, them people in York are bril..

Not many places in the world can you find a lady who would abandon her shop to carry your shopping bags nor a taxi driver who would abandon his taxi to look for you in the building..

taxi man, village grocer lady

Some of the Times

Some times,
I am a poet
Stringing words
Rhyming versus

Some times,
I am a dancer
Swaying my hips
Twirling on my toes

Some times,
I am a thinker
Pondering with questions
Seeking answers

Some times,
I am a philosopher
Albeit
A self-proclaimer

Most times,
I am merely a writer
Penning thoughts
Onto paper

Most times,
I am merely a ranter
On and on
Re anything and everything

27th February 2009
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