[::.."A Fuller-Turn" At ONE FULLERTON..::]

I picked up speed to make the most out of our forgotten past. I have to realize now, in this moment of time, I am creating… I am actually creating my next moment. That is what's real. Do I write the story of my life one moment at a time? Maybe? But twenty-seven years were more than just a mathematical loss. I sought the counsel from the hidden power of my heart and contemplated. By the time I made that half-a-turn for Ziehan, I knew then that each moment is a doorway to time travel. Being in this very moment and no other, time, as we know it, STOPS. You can Freeze-Frame and stop. Then you can make another choice. You can stay in the same holographic pattern or you can choose a different one.
The real questions every now and then were the ones that obtruded upon your consciousness whether you liked it or not, the ones that made your mind started vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "came to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refused to be placated. They were the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that revealed their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will to answer. I have never wanted to love a woman by betraying another. But when we know love matters more than anything, and we know that nothing else REALLY matters, we move into the state of surrender. Surrender does not necessarily diminish our power…sometime it enhances it. Half-a-turn and no-can-do, as I surrendered my heart to she who has conquered, I accelerated my momentum with “A Fuller-Turn” and placed Ziehan in the safe haven of my heart.
We watched “HITCH” on our first date at Jurong Point. A big occasion indeed for me, but none the ‘BIGGER’ than the ‘collarbone’ of half a whale that I had to carry around throughout that entire night. I was only too happy to do this for her; but happier still to see Ziehan made silly of herself to a point of embarrassment. By our second date, I realized then it’s in her habit that’s hard to break. Chivalry being chivalry, no man does a ‘dodol’ in the name of love…BUT I did.
Our journey continued. Our current safe boundaries were once unknown frontiers. The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. We were in search for a place with a common connection. A place that we both could see from our new eyes, touch with our souls and feel it in our hearts. Between us, we were already transmitting subtle vibes of affections with a tremendous sense of mutuality. That we were both born and once raised as the children of the sea, Ziehan and I embarked on “A Fuller-Turn” towards a new destination; our promise land. And for that sentimental reason per se, we became the good pilgrims of ONE FULLERTON by our third date. There by its embankment, we gazed at the spectacle of nature under some of the very stars that might have seen us in our childhood and wonder in amusement now… “What the hell took them so long?”
Now, as I submit myself by his grace, I constantly pray.. “Is life so dear, or love so sweet as to be purchased at the price of trials and tribulations? Do not forbid us, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, I had waited through your test of time, let me love or give me death…”
To Be Continued….
The real questions every now and then were the ones that obtruded upon your consciousness whether you liked it or not, the ones that made your mind started vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "came to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refused to be placated. They were the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that revealed their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will to answer. I have never wanted to love a woman by betraying another. But when we know love matters more than anything, and we know that nothing else REALLY matters, we move into the state of surrender. Surrender does not necessarily diminish our power…sometime it enhances it. Half-a-turn and no-can-do, as I surrendered my heart to she who has conquered, I accelerated my momentum with “A Fuller-Turn” and placed Ziehan in the safe haven of my heart.
We watched “HITCH” on our first date at Jurong Point. A big occasion indeed for me, but none the ‘BIGGER’ than the ‘collarbone’ of half a whale that I had to carry around throughout that entire night. I was only too happy to do this for her; but happier still to see Ziehan made silly of herself to a point of embarrassment. By our second date, I realized then it’s in her habit that’s hard to break. Chivalry being chivalry, no man does a ‘dodol’ in the name of love…BUT I did.
Our journey continued. Our current safe boundaries were once unknown frontiers. The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. We were in search for a place with a common connection. A place that we both could see from our new eyes, touch with our souls and feel it in our hearts. Between us, we were already transmitting subtle vibes of affections with a tremendous sense of mutuality. That we were both born and once raised as the children of the sea, Ziehan and I embarked on “A Fuller-Turn” towards a new destination; our promise land. And for that sentimental reason per se, we became the good pilgrims of ONE FULLERTON by our third date. There by its embankment, we gazed at the spectacle of nature under some of the very stars that might have seen us in our childhood and wonder in amusement now… “What the hell took them so long?”
Now, as I submit myself by his grace, I constantly pray.. “Is life so dear, or love so sweet as to be purchased at the price of trials and tribulations? Do not forbid us, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, I had waited through your test of time, let me love or give me death…”
To Be Continued….
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