Which is Yours?

The familiar sound made between the dessert spoon and the champagne glass marks the beginning of my favourite moment. While others may be busy sweeping the crumbs of pastry from their dessert plates or sipping on their glass of wine, carrying with them conversations over the table. Some, may appear to be listening but only with their eyes while their hearts are floating along with their minds on really still water. They are in what we would most commonly term as; dreamland. I have to admit that I too, fall into those categories occasionally having the tick-tock of the needle as my cue.

But most of the time, it is my favourite moment. It is when I'd stop sweeping the crumbs, even if I see the waiter at the corner of my eyes collecting unfinished dessert plates. It is when the noise around me would dissipate or not, I'd get really annoyed of the increasing frequency. I'd listened with my eyes, heart and mind open. With them, casting a spotlight on the bride and groom.

It is the moment of sweet truth that the both of them share, shared and will share ringing through my ears. It is like a duet ballad composed and sung by the bride and groom. And by the end of it all, what fills the vessels in my body pumps hope to my heart.

That, is my favourite moment. Well, you could call it a segment of the evening in a wedding reception if you want to. Lol.

Which is yours? o.0

P.s. inspired by 21 dresses. Lol.

X.

Back for more because second semester of uni has just begun and knowing me, I'd push all my assignments aside and fill my time with blogging WAKAKA.

9:49 am.

The clouds are moving gently across the sky but it carries a shade that is not of a pretty sight. It's heavy and gray. As we anticipate the splish and splash, we are surprised by the falling of crows. [I vaguely remember reading about falling crows somewhere, maybe in the works of Gabriel lol.] Alive but lost in its battle against gravity. Splats of black covers the road and the screen of your car. Sometimes, that is how our mind works. The accumulation of thoughts are ugly and black waiting to burst and make marks of black splats all over the wall of your mind. Until it is fully covered in darkness will you stop.

12:09 am.

Because the heart comprehends not what the eyes rests upon.

Because at the end of the day, all that is left are these bones but what fills the hollow spaces lives on.

The beautiful sight of a true beauty is felt, touched, smelled, smiled at, seen with the only organ that beats life.

2:21 am.

Ke kiri, ke kanan
Aku maju terus ke hadapan
Akan tapi minda ku bercelaru ke semua arah

. Genggaman mu aku tunggu. nantikan. harapkan.

A-hoy there dear readers! I know I know... No, actually I don't. Because being soaked in bliss and happy outings, going back to my roots of being a couch potato for the past week or so deduced an air of ignorance to this blog. HUhu.

But seriously, I am back and blogging and will be for the next couple of days. There are many issues that I am eager to pen them down, and give those thoughts my own signature stamp. ;)