T3

"The rain has stopped,

the storm has passed.

Look at all the colours,

Now the sun's here at last."

Yesterday, T3 arrived bringing strong winds, thunder and rain. A few hours later, a different kind of T-- my T-- braved the forces of nature, and traveled to where I was, bringing joy and that certain sense of calmness that I had been longing for, for days.

No, the remnants of last night's Typhoon haven't stopped from falling from the skies. Outside, it is still gloomy, and the world still looks grey. But in my world, the rainbow has come out and my spirit has started to bask in the promise of a brand new day.

Thank you, T. I love you.

Say Goodbye.

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Say goodbye, kasuys. It is time.

Recharge

5-mile walk.

Big waves.

Sergio Mendes & Brasil.

San Miguel.

Sangria.

Sun.

Sea.

Sand.

And a phonecall to Rems.

I don't need it everyday,

just once in a while is enough to make me happy.

Thank you for this day.

Back To Basics

Today I rekindled a long-standing, but almost-forgotten love affair.

Five years ago, I fell in love at first sight, and right then and there, I decided to hold on and never let go. I haven't. I managed to keep my promise through all these years, but growing old by the day and having to cope with the demands of the life I try to live, and the dreams I try to chase, have seemingly reduced my adoration for her. Seemingly, but not actually.

Her beauty hasn't stopped touching me. Her spirit hasn't stopped inspiring me.

Tung Chung. The Eastern Stream.

Never have green and blue looked so good side by side.

The road to another world.

Our quaint, provincial village.

The backdrop against which our cradle is set.

On a clear day, a view of HK's doorway-- HK International Airport.

So for tonight's dinner, a basic dish--- made just a little bit more interesting. Baked medley adobo-- comforting, basic, familiar, and just a tad fancy. Much like my beloved Tung Chung.

The Loving Kind

I have, by default, a strange kind of fondness with people born under the sign of Cancer. They are motherly, nurturing, and loving. But can also be overly sensitive, highly emotional and dramatic. But I know how to deal with that. In fact, I love that about them.

I grew up in a home where there were two of them, and everyday, I would find myself learning something new about their psyche. There was drama at any given time, and most of the time it drove me nuts.

Today, the three of us are living in different parts of the world (the fourth of us is in heaven), but that's not enough reason for their flare for drama to wane. It no longer drives me nuts. It makes me smile and say, "I wouldn't want it any other way." Funny as it may be, that is the kind of love that transcends time and miles and miles of distance and gives me comfort and joy at any given time I may want it, or need it.

And these two---

are love, personified.

Happy Birthday to the most beautiful Cancers on the face of the earth!