Sting: 

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake. 

daydreamer

what a joy if one could just spend the whole day, doing nothing and yet be not bothered about all the hubbub and hullabaloo. boo-hoo!

fly! set sail! and drift away to neverland!

run free! like you're in the plains of the grasslands. a happy lark in the meadow-field.

ahem, that'd be too good to be true.

but yeah, pretty well looking forward to the breaks.

soon, soon. bearded baboon.

i sure don't want t'end up like a goon.

'Well, are you rich?' 

'No, but I been rich wunst, and gwyne to be rich agin. Wunst I had foteen dollars, but i tuck to speculat'n', en got busted out.' 

'What did you speculate in, Jim?' 

'Well, fust I tackled stock.' 

'What kind of stock?' 

'Why, live stock. Cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow. But I ain' gwyne to resk no mo' money in stock. De cow up 'n died on my han's.' 

 - Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn 

you got skin over your bones

yes, it comes in many different tones

you try to keep it all in

cover up, don't get yourself screened

perhaps find a place

where it spells comfort and solace

nobody sees, no man hears

not even the sight of your tears

alas!

just when you think

for a camouflage,you'd pass

your skin made of brass

exposed, bare

you're caught unaware

it's not even a proper snare

sometimes simple things

turn out to be surprise-things

sometimes feelings

can be quite nerve-wracking

and you know what, uncertainty can still be king

only You know

yeah, You know

hey dol merry dol

Slip into your most comfortable at-home clothes and just bask in the ever familiar sights and sounds of home!

A time to work the kitchen. and work the bulges, too! 

 f r e s h   i d e a s .
f r o m   g o o d  o l '   h i d e o u t s .

c a t c h i n g   u p   w i t h   e v e r - g r e e n s .

S t i l l .  y o u  g o t  r o o m  f o r  m o r e !  

given only once. the choice is yours.

four moons may seem long.

well, I'd never want to believe that!

hey dol merry dol, ring a dong dillo

ring a dong, hop along, fal lal the willow

Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!

happy hols! : )

escapade.

musings from a much desired break.

sometimes we fail to bask in the richness of life's intricacies. 

sometimes we prefer to lock our minds in our own imaginary boxes. 

sometimes even simple things can make you go 'ooh... and aah...'. 

 sometimes we need good food to fill up our physical (and psychological), tanks. no?

 sometimes we may feel that there's nobody around to befriend you.

 and when we're trapped; closed in from all four corners, we fail to look up.

pictures for thought.

from a city called Kuching.

love,min.

 nice one by yeun : )