Be Whole.

with the week zipping past by me; so busy with work i had hardly the time to sit at my desk. i deliberately took a break last night. i went to kino and got myself a book (ok, 2 books - i couldnt help myself).

poignant and profound, i'm delightfully lost in the world of melodious rhymes. just sharing with you my favourite lines thus far (i am only at page....70?).

The home we seek is in eternity;

The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea,

Of which your paradise is but a drop.

This ocean can be yours;why should you stop

Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew?

The secrets of the sun are yours, but you

Content yourself with motes trapped in its beams.

Turn to what truly lives, reject what seems -

Which matters more, the body or the soul?

Be whole: desire and journey to the Whole.

- The Conference of the Birds -

now, if only i have the time to sit at coffee bean with a friend and do a recital of the book...madame blossom? anyone?

.:starbucked and salam :.

i've come to realise that more people read my blog than i give myself credit for.

anyways,

an encounter on the train home...

him: thats an interesting book you are reading.

me: yes. it is. do you know that starbucks doesnt franchise and opens a new outlet every other day (i think)?

him: the coffee is too strong for me. and i dont think they will break into the south african market.

me: you'll never know. maybe you will find one once you reach home.

and all the way from city hall to simei, we went to talk about him and me, our religion, the society, our lives. him happens to be from south africa and what brought him to singapore is his faith - he apparently became a pastor five years ago after a career in mechanical (or was it computer?) engineering.

i was blessed with an interesting conversation with a stranger. i almost didnt because i had thought of moving to another seat, or risk standing all the way - he was after all, a big burly middle aged man who almost squashed me (our train seats, well, are meant to be seated by asian-sized, pardon my language, bottoms). and i would have missed a chance of spreading the salam.

and, i am suddenly craving for a white chocolate dream...