Misunderstanding

I thought; you felt, we then end up assuming
Different background, diverse perception
Trying to claim how missing pieces could form a picture
One thing lead to another; fallen angel flew even deeper

Not understanding; not pertaining; not accepting
Higher the wall as you climb, larger the ocean as you swim
Words said cant be taken back, actions made cant be undone
In what state of mind did it corrupt?
Unhappiness.
Draws misunderstanding...

The Scent

Its not by the color of the skin; the circle of the eyes; nor the curve of the hair. How much difference is uniquely special? The water doesnt taste, so does the air you breathe. But what makes a rhythm rhyme or the bells chime?

For the least it is, if you stop and stare, still and smell... its there. It may be faint, but "NO", you wont faint. Subtle. Just enough to pop your leg; enough to sweep off your feet. Its familiar, does it feels like home? Does it fill your senses and loses your defenses?

You thought perhaps it might be true. The best thing in life doesnt cost a penny, million dollars doesnt weights the value. A natural scent. And that... is the next best thing after you.


Thus i wonder... wondering if you're able to find me in a masquerade party then?

Footprints In The Sand

"That have to be Scorpio", or so he thought. Wasnt much an astrological person, but judging by the tail of its, it seems like one.

Enormous count of stars above us, forming its own constellation, beautifying the scene. The night was lovely, accompanied by dimmed light from the resorts and accommodations, giving sight to the people around it. The bended coconut trees. The lighthouse across the ocean. The reflections from the sea.

Cool gentle breeze caressing our face; warm tender wave tapping our feet. The sand was damp and soft, creating an array of footprints as we walked by hand in hand from where we left. Moving on to a harder ground, we lay down, side by side, forgetting the world. The sea wave humming its own melody, bringing a sense of tranquility, serenity. Its relaxing; its soothing.

Twinkling white dots blanketing the dark skies. Shining, shimmering and sparkling. The clouds are mild, residing in their state of isolation, giving a clear view of the starry night. With the white-yellowish pearl humbly portraying itself in a near rounded circle to our right, the moon seems very close to us. Its like a painting that only be found in art gallery. What we have is so beautiful, a GOD-made backdrop. Its breathtaking and overwhelming.

Surfing down the library, browsing through the tracks, for the right theme. Classic yet contemporary...

I could not ask for more than this time together
I could not ask for more than this time with you
Every prayer has been answered
Every dream I have's come true
And right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be
Here with you, here with me

I could not ask for more than the love you give me
'Coz it's all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
I could not ask for more

How grateful we are in this night that is so perfect, and GOD had been very kind to us. How better could it be? Mesmerizing us with its magical touch. We stay long... long enough to enjoy and cherish this sweet lovely night.

Crafted a heart-warming smile on our face...

Raindrops

raindrops...

"Ti Ta Ti Ta", the sound comes from the rooftop. Humming its own melody. Not too light nor heavy, just enough to present itself in a cozy manner.

Its been raining for hours now, and im not carrying an umbrella. Quite unusual for the month like this to rain so much. April fall has over, but it doesnt seems to stop. Or was it he doesnt want it to end? For at least there's someone above, shed the tears of heaven understanding his emotions. So he doesnt need to feel alone.

The world looks like a classic television in mono color. Black and white; dull and dry. Where had he placed the forgotten smile? Heartache. Eyes become tired and heavy; everything become still and steady.

Let me sleep, let me rest; let me lay down and forget the world...

Im indecisive. Im not ready... How should i proceed?

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edited...
Thanks SzeSze for the guidance. Why didnt i thought about it earlier? LOL.

Its clearer now. I know where to go from here... =)

My Life Being An Artist

I paint, that's what i do for a living.

A writer's job description is to put words into a sentence, sentences into an article. Well, mine aint differ much from bring a writer. Lines to a figure, figures to picture, portraits to humans, buildings to scenaries. That's what i am. I am a painter.

Being the novice painter back then, i happened to create a blog with a domain name of myself. Awesome isnt it? It's like in the ocean of trembling seas, somehow there's an island out of nowhere. And that very island, is mine. Classic contrast of black and white. It can be view here.

that's me, Danny Leong

The original idea was to pencil my life being an artist and display my work. Who knows if there might be someone mailing me, claim to buy my masterpiece?

However after my first post, laziness got the better off me, resulted i've abandoned this space. Plus... im more of a painting kind of man, not the typical typing geek with thick glasses (though im wearing specs).

It wasnt long before someone did notice my ability. She's now my finance manager. Collect my paintings and market it, more like a middleman. Whether its in auction, gallery or someone's else office, she would obtain a minimal percentage of income based on each painting sold. That's our agreement and it sounds pretty good to me.

Well, of cause im not the great Isaac Mendes in Heroes, i cant paint the future. Else my drawings would worth millions for those who believe New York would explode in September.

Nonetheless, many people misunderstood me for having one of a best job ever. But little do they know, i do have deadlines to chase. Submission of my artwork every Tuesday. Inspiration can be easily run out and not every painting would generate me payroll. Probably that's why you would see me indulging myself in coffee.

Though im now more than well to do, but its not easy to be me.

Childhood dream, i've last fulfill it, as an artist. Tasting every moment and live it out loud. Be more than a name, or a face in the crowd. Arms open wide, face to the sun.

This is the time of my life...

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Thanks for reading. Ladies and gentlemen, the above are strictly fictional... Its another of my random writting. Wonder if it ever lead you to another me that varies? A split personality? Schizophrenia? No, i dont need a doctor, im not sick... =x

Based on Eileen's entry in her Journey so far, i too had found another me quite some time ago. Guess this time around, i portray it in another way. In a one shot. There's someone out there, roaming half across the globe, having an identical name as mine.

Im not alone...