Little big reminders

Time and time again, I am faced with evidence that I am surrounded by love, even in the darkest, saddest, most insecure moments.

Friends who have been there at a push of a phone call or text.

Friends who offer help without being asked.

Friends who got stuck in a horrendous traffic jam, braved through an hour of waiting for a cab or Uber ride to attend your event.

I am grateful and thankful for, after a horrible week:

1. My best friends who were always encouraging, even though I know I was being so difficult.
2. A great Kaamatan-Gawai party, a collaboration between The Borneo Blog and Pisco Bar, aided by Spirits of the Harvest.
3. Meeting readers of The Borneo Blog at the Kaamatan-Gawai party.
4. Amazing friends who sponsored welcome shots and door gifts (TAJON and Love,Lusie). They never hesitated when I asked.
5. Amazing friends who came early to help and for support.
6. Amazing friends who, despite excruciating traffic conditions, came to the party.
7. Amazing friends who drank and danced the night away.
8. A friend who insisted on sending me back home, so I didn’t have to Uber it alone from Changkat late at night.

Yes, all of these amazing people. You fill my heart with love, and remind me again and again, that my life is a little brighter because of you ❤

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In darkness, with a glimpse of light

I wish, she said –

I wish people were like a roll of film.

A roll of film? I asked.

Yes. The negatives.

By the way –

Isn’t it weird how it’s called that?

Captured memories on film

Something you can’t erase

It’s called a negative.

Doesn’t it pull you down, sometimes?

The memories are like an anchor.

A brick, a scar.

It doesn’t allow you to forget.

It is, then, a negative. In a way.

Your mind works in wonders, I said.

It seems to be a never-ending, pulsating

twist from an ordinary tale.

Maybe, she replied.

Maybe.

Maybe it’s all a dream, a fantasy, a lullaby.

And maybe we’re all waiting for the fall of the curtains, the encore.

The conclusion.

Please tell me how the story goes.

Molecular

I am tired, that’s all.

and so she said.

I see her –

in the magnitude of her being

I see her –

encompassing a universe

we might never experience.

I see her –

speaking, passionately 

walking, with an energy –

An invicible force pushing her.

I also see her

Alone.

Silenced.

Raging.

Hurt.

I see her how everyone sees her.

I also see her

when her guards are down.