Summer Break is Waiting to Happen :)

• Get bicycles and cycle with Marsie everyday
• Make DIY games, boards and cards
• Paint pictures with Cik Piah
• Read all Travelog Haji books
• Read all big bag wolf books
• Have adventures
• Get more photography jobs
• Learn more songs on the p
• Write autobiographical anecdotes and start some kids' stories and plays

Sabah

 

I was going to post more - then my harddrive and macbook were stolen. Enjoy these gems, though few.

To Remember

Black sleeves billowing, the female figure crosses the rooftop slowly, savouring the cold cold air that the brewing dark clouds were bringing to the small city where she lived.

Something made her look up, and emerging from below, crossing the rooftop boundary and into her line of vision was a simple, ordinary black plastic bag floating slowly in lazy circles up into the atmosphere.

Entranced, transfixed, and amused, she continued to stare as the black bag whooshed in daring surf motions not unlike the swinging pirate rides at amusement parks. Looking a little strange, a little lonely, all in black, standing on the rooftop and tilting her head to face the storm. Soaring over the highest level of roof, and not losing height at all, the wind began to violently thrash the little bag in swirling vortexes against the turbulent grey sky.

And slowly, it began to float higher and higher, like a bubble that wouldn't burst, becoming smaller and smaller, insignificant, diminishing into a speck of a dot.

All the while she was waiting for it to fall, so she could catch it maybe. Or maybe she was just curious to know if gravity would win again today. And what she saw made her a funny kind of happy, joyous in a tiny way that the plastic bag didn't follow her expectations, that it would now see the city in an aerial view, bid it farewell, and perhaps say hello to a new city.

She thought about why she stopped, while others passed by her without giving her a second glance or look at what had caught her attention so. And the words echoed somewhere behind her heart, faint but familiar.

But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

"Salam alaykum"

Snapped out her reverie, she smiled tentatively at the stranger, "Waalaykum salam, yes?"

"May I know where the surau is?"

"Oh yes, sure, just take the stairs over there and turn left one floor down"

"Thank you!"

And she turned on her heel after the man had walked down, because that was where she was heading before the moment made her stop to remember.

Slightly Addicted