Monday, June 30, 2008
Eloquently put
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two."
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Things I adore, Things I abhor (ed. 1)
A weekly summary of the ups and downs....
Things I adore
1. Books on travel
Especially when planning an exotic adventure through the united kingdon, spain and portugal
2. Old friends calling out of the blue
Especially when he offers you free tickets to see Coldplay in Belgium in early October
3. Cute surgical residents
Especially when they are named Charlie
4. A cold winter's afternoon lying on the couch
Especially if your DVD of Amelie is playing and you have someone playing with your legs
5. Dinners
Especially when magically surprised by a friend you never knew you had
6. Just being
Especially when it is with the apple of my current adoration
Things I abhor
1. Lazy surgical nurses
Especially if they spend the entire surgery, sitting down and reading, and when politely asked
by the lovely scrub nurse to pick up something grunt and make it seem like they are doing the
world's biggest favour. It's your job.
2. Slow readers
Especially if you are reading a book called "Mr Darcy takes a wife". There is a reason why
Jane Austen herself didn't write a sequel.
3. Tools
Especially during medical interviews when they say wanky things like "I have been fortunate
enough to carry out a number of elective terms in my time, one with Professor XYZ from
which I have two papers - currently in press". Argh.
4. Time flying far too fast
Especially when having a good time
5. Boys who think they can get me
Especially when they are not willing to put any effort (ie chase) into it.
Things I adore
1. Books on travel
Especially when planning an exotic adventure through the united kingdon, spain and portugal
2. Old friends calling out of the blue
Especially when he offers you free tickets to see Coldplay in Belgium in early October
3. Cute surgical residents
Especially when they are named Charlie
4. A cold winter's afternoon lying on the couch
Especially if your DVD of Amelie is playing and you have someone playing with your legs
5. Dinners
Especially when magically surprised by a friend you never knew you had
6. Just being
Especially when it is with the apple of my current adoration
Things I abhor
1. Lazy surgical nurses
Especially if they spend the entire surgery, sitting down and reading, and when politely asked
by the lovely scrub nurse to pick up something grunt and make it seem like they are doing the
world's biggest favour. It's your job.
2. Slow readers
Especially if you are reading a book called "Mr Darcy takes a wife". There is a reason why
Jane Austen herself didn't write a sequel.
3. Tools
Especially during medical interviews when they say wanky things like "I have been fortunate
enough to carry out a number of elective terms in my time, one with Professor XYZ from
which I have two papers - currently in press". Argh.
4. Time flying far too fast
Especially when having a good time
5. Boys who think they can get me
Especially when they are not willing to put any effort (ie chase) into it.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My very own Cinderella moment
Far too precious to even speak about on here. Am truly living la dolce vita.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Weekend Bliss
Days like these make this lovely lady thankful for the company she keeps and has her looking forward to the working week ahead.
The weekend began, with this blogger, acting as a WAG (wives and girlfriends). Saturday morning, 11 keen lads inspired by the likes of Brian Lara and Chris Gayle (coolest man alive) - running, catching and hitting with a purpose, whilst this familiar group of ladies sipped latte's and occasionally glanced up to keep up with the goings on. The discussion was fervent, ranging from the latest girlfriend to make the transition to soon-to-be-wife (and her flawless Cartier ring) to the gentleman that only wanted to dance with his beloved at the most inappropriate times. Laughs were shared as cold Saturday mornings of past were reminisced upon whilst we clutched our lattes for warmth. The prodigal son, having made a silly shot, soon found himself at the mercy of the WAGs, being interrogated as to why one of their beloved women had been missing for so long. Quick as ever, prodigal son replied "even we make mistakes" and planted a kiss that made every surrounding woman swoon and clutch their heart.
A lost game, a quick lunch and many goodbyes later we found ourselves curled up on the couch, channel surfing as the prodigal son's older brother and younger sister sat on the floor below us vigorously making sense of the world of O&G and intellecutal property respectively. Not finding anything that piqued our interest we went for a walk around the neighbourhood. Walking around the park, we were the pairing that everyone wants to be a part of, that earthy, innocent, all consuming feeling that must be experienced to be believed. The heavens, however, decided to open soon after and we found ourselves drenched and running for shelter. A few beers in front of the open fire was the perfect cure for what was ailing us as we found ourselves snuggling and falling into a blissful nap in each others arms.
Sunday rolled around, and I found myself, with none other than Miss Fabulous, the one lady with whom all personal jokes are shared with. Malaysian cuisine, Chinese tea and unlimited time had us dissecting the events of the past few weeks. More laughs and more reasons to count ourselves lucky later we found ourselves saying goodbye whilst making plans for the week ahead. Sunday evening saw the return of Miss Adventurer back to my life - a perfect finish for a near perfect weekend.
Here's to more weekends, falling more in love.
The weekend began, with this blogger, acting as a WAG (wives and girlfriends). Saturday morning, 11 keen lads inspired by the likes of Brian Lara and Chris Gayle (coolest man alive) - running, catching and hitting with a purpose, whilst this familiar group of ladies sipped latte's and occasionally glanced up to keep up with the goings on. The discussion was fervent, ranging from the latest girlfriend to make the transition to soon-to-be-wife (and her flawless Cartier ring) to the gentleman that only wanted to dance with his beloved at the most inappropriate times. Laughs were shared as cold Saturday mornings of past were reminisced upon whilst we clutched our lattes for warmth. The prodigal son, having made a silly shot, soon found himself at the mercy of the WAGs, being interrogated as to why one of their beloved women had been missing for so long. Quick as ever, prodigal son replied "even we make mistakes" and planted a kiss that made every surrounding woman swoon and clutch their heart.
A lost game, a quick lunch and many goodbyes later we found ourselves curled up on the couch, channel surfing as the prodigal son's older brother and younger sister sat on the floor below us vigorously making sense of the world of O&G and intellecutal property respectively. Not finding anything that piqued our interest we went for a walk around the neighbourhood. Walking around the park, we were the pairing that everyone wants to be a part of, that earthy, innocent, all consuming feeling that must be experienced to be believed. The heavens, however, decided to open soon after and we found ourselves drenched and running for shelter. A few beers in front of the open fire was the perfect cure for what was ailing us as we found ourselves snuggling and falling into a blissful nap in each others arms.
Sunday rolled around, and I found myself, with none other than Miss Fabulous, the one lady with whom all personal jokes are shared with. Malaysian cuisine, Chinese tea and unlimited time had us dissecting the events of the past few weeks. More laughs and more reasons to count ourselves lucky later we found ourselves saying goodbye whilst making plans for the week ahead. Sunday evening saw the return of Miss Adventurer back to my life - a perfect finish for a near perfect weekend.
Here's to more weekends, falling more in love.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Amazing photography
Cannot wait to check out this exhibition in person, when in London later on in the year.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Love
Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together.
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all.
Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made for yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me you are bringing out.
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all.
Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made for yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me you are bringing out.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Return of the prodigal son
A few yesterdays ago, this occasional blogger, found herself blowing out one extra candle on the cupcake of her life. The night began like all legendary nights, with my arms linked with the arms of two fabulous ladies. New York City, Zac Posen, Oscar De La Renta, Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton, Ralph Lauren, Christian Louboutin and four fabulous ladies later we found ourselves in a downtown bar sipping on our own version of the Cosmo.
As the night wore on friends and lovers who have shared in other candle blowing moments dropped by to share a laugh and a little of their love. The downtown bar, hip as it was, was soon forgotten for more lavish settings. A few more drinks, a few more loved ones and a few more Justin Timberlake soaked dances.........and he appeared. The one who had occupied my time, and more importantly my mind through the past year in the flesh, in all his glory. A smile, a soft kiss and a "happy birthday, gorgeous" later, this lady found her knees bending, her heart flipping and her soul swooning for more.
Slowly, or not so slowly, working through the table of designated birthday drinks, this lover found herself spinning, dancing, giggling and affectionate. Before sense or sensibility could prevail our arms were linked, bodies together, dancing, lost in one anothers eyes, lips, cheeks. Hands linked we said our polite goodbyes to the dancing hoards and ventured out into the crisp, cool winter night. Both of us too afraid to say a word, too afraid to spoil the moment, walked side by side occasionally stopping to share a kiss, share our breath, share our souls.
A quick swipe of the credit card, a few grabs, pulls and cheeky little words and we found ourselves in the exact same position we were in last year. Only this time, each of us vowing to keep ourselves from making the same mistakes, the same stupid decisions that kept us apart. A years worth of memories and adventures kept us going until the hoots and grunts of the world below us got louder signalling that perhaps it was time for us to join them.
In many ways, the prodigal son, is the epitome of "Manhattan Boy" who is paraded around to the friends and loved ones as an ideal soul mate. He is the knee-bending, soul swooning, mirror to my ways. The apotheosis of a son-in-law and further attractive with his puzzled looks when something like Langerhans cell histiocytosis is mentioned. And yet, I can't help but wonder, do we fall into this because we somewhat fill each others perception of an ideal partner?
This is the first time where I feel as if I don't have to fight for something. And it makes absolutely no sense as the union is filled with passion and wanting and the promise of things to come, but a little nagging voice on the inside keeps telling me that I am settling simply because I should be happy with the return of the prodigal son.
Fortunately I don't have all the answers, but I do have time with its infinitely wise answers. But for the time being, I feel as if we are occupying the right part of the universe.
As the night wore on friends and lovers who have shared in other candle blowing moments dropped by to share a laugh and a little of their love. The downtown bar, hip as it was, was soon forgotten for more lavish settings. A few more drinks, a few more loved ones and a few more Justin Timberlake soaked dances.........and he appeared. The one who had occupied my time, and more importantly my mind through the past year in the flesh, in all his glory. A smile, a soft kiss and a "happy birthday, gorgeous" later, this lady found her knees bending, her heart flipping and her soul swooning for more.
Slowly, or not so slowly, working through the table of designated birthday drinks, this lover found herself spinning, dancing, giggling and affectionate. Before sense or sensibility could prevail our arms were linked, bodies together, dancing, lost in one anothers eyes, lips, cheeks. Hands linked we said our polite goodbyes to the dancing hoards and ventured out into the crisp, cool winter night. Both of us too afraid to say a word, too afraid to spoil the moment, walked side by side occasionally stopping to share a kiss, share our breath, share our souls.
A quick swipe of the credit card, a few grabs, pulls and cheeky little words and we found ourselves in the exact same position we were in last year. Only this time, each of us vowing to keep ourselves from making the same mistakes, the same stupid decisions that kept us apart. A years worth of memories and adventures kept us going until the hoots and grunts of the world below us got louder signalling that perhaps it was time for us to join them.
In many ways, the prodigal son, is the epitome of "Manhattan Boy" who is paraded around to the friends and loved ones as an ideal soul mate. He is the knee-bending, soul swooning, mirror to my ways. The apotheosis of a son-in-law and further attractive with his puzzled looks when something like Langerhans cell histiocytosis is mentioned. And yet, I can't help but wonder, do we fall into this because we somewhat fill each others perception of an ideal partner?
This is the first time where I feel as if I don't have to fight for something. And it makes absolutely no sense as the union is filled with passion and wanting and the promise of things to come, but a little nagging voice on the inside keeps telling me that I am settling simply because I should be happy with the return of the prodigal son.
Fortunately I don't have all the answers, but I do have time with its infinitely wise answers. But for the time being, I feel as if we are occupying the right part of the universe.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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