Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Skye's on tumblr...

...it's too cold outside tonight, for angels to fly...

I have just got on to the tumblr wagon!! I reckoned, you know, with me finding it harder and harder to find time to post on my blog that I should have a mini-micro-blog to get stuff out there....don't ask me why I can't seem to focus on my blog after coming over here..................

Anyways, in case anyone out there are curious, you can check out my tumblr page here:

Not to be mistaken of course with my tumbler, which is this cute little thing below :p kekekeke....I crack myself up sometime :p okay shutting up now......


PS : Yeah, I miss the rain when it's away...

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Conversations with a Cuppa...

Today I had an interesting conversation with a friend. She mentioned something I thought no one would notice. But she did. She amazes me with the things she knows sometimes. Point is, sometimes living in your own bubble, you don't realize that it affects those around, intentionally or otherwise.

Maybe my life is in need of something drastic and dramatic. I'm enslaved by the mundane. No more thinking of consequences, no more thinking, "that's not how I should be..."

Enough with the waiting. Enough with the bubbles. Enough is enough Skye...


Monday, October 8, 2012


"...something always brings me back to you...it never takes too long...no matter what I say or do, I'll still feel you here till the moment I'm gone..." 

Again I let myself fall. 
Down I go helpless.
Why do I do this? 
Hope that it will be different.
To think that things would be. 
To pursue what I know is impossible. 
Cry again shall I.
Maybe one day it will be different. 
Hope never lost even in the deepest of despairs...


Monday, October 1, 2012

Leaf in the Wind...

...in between sighs, when I close my eyes...

There's something inside of me - welling up. And I can't explain it. It's nothing strange. It's nothing familiar either. It seems like something from a distant dream. And I would like to be able to put words to what I'm feeling but what are words? It can only do so much. And this - me, not making sense, seems like a familiar pattern. 

I walk out the door and I see a leaf on the doorstep and I think to myself, "It's gonna be a good day." I don't know why I assumed that but I assumed it anyway. I walk but it doesn't seem like I'm moving. But it's ok. Because I don't know where I'm going. I'm like the leaf. I let the wind take me wherever it wishes. And sometimes I pass by places I'd like to wander into but I don't stop. I can't stop. Because I've seemed to surrendered my fate to that of the random wind. The wind is my vessel and the world is my ocean. And everyday life is a voyage of which the end is not the destination but where the journey is everything. 

I'm confused but I do not stop to ask for directions. I want to. But then I wonder if I need to? So again I let myself be steered by fate. The fate of the wind is of my own now. I need to strengthen my wings. My feathers are ruffled and damp. It needs the breath of the fresh air and the light of the sun to awaken its sheen again. Maybe then, I can fly and everything will make sense...