Saturday, March 01, 2008

Another one of those posts with random pictures




















One evening last year, I was feeling pink and I wanted to test out my new camera. And I made sure that nothing embarrassingly private could be read in the shots, so stop trying to read my handwriting.
















The Twin Towers through a skylight in Suria KLCC.
















One of the twins, shakily photographed while I sat in way-past-what-can-reasonably-be-called-rush-hour traffic. Has it ever occurred to you when you looked at one of the Twin Towers through a crack in between buildings that you're the only person on Earth who can see that exact view? That the guy in the next car might have just as good a view, but it's still not the same one you've got? And maybe we need to appreciate our unique perspectives a little more than we usually do?

Please tell me I am not the only one who thinks such things while sitting in heavy traffic.
















To be honest, I hesitated to post this photo. Why? Because the person who gift-wrapped a box of sliced mango for my Christmas present is someone who reads my blog (which is how he discovered I love mango in the first place), because sometimes Malaysians have this thing about expressing appreciation for something nice that someone of the opposite sex did for them, in case that act of appreciation is seen as something else entirely. But you know what? I like talking about good things people have done for me. In ancient Hebrew tradition, apparently, "Thank you" is expressed as, "I will tell of your good works." And so I will.
















One I miss immensely, and will continue to for many years. I still can't believe she's gone and I didn't get to say goodbye. I don't know what I'd give for one more cuddle with an energetically wriggly fluffball, because I'll never get it anyway.

I also appreciate what another friend did the previous time she went missing (before the last ever time), which was to get out of bed in the middle of the night and drive over to help me search under drains and in bushes. Never mind that we haven't spoken for months; it doesn't take away my gratefulness.
















Last Sunday night, I was walking briskly home after attending church in the city, and I passed my neighbour's rose bushes and thought, "How nice if I had the time to stop and smell them."

Then I remembered that I did. So I did.

1 comment:

aaron said...

i like the first photo with the pink books. = )

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