Sunday Magic

“Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.”

The art is vanishing, only if rain who is now visiting some of your places returns to my drawing board.  To call him, instead of a hand phone, I strongly believe a 30 cm magic wand is more than relevant; I shall download the magic code from the powerful Internet, and get the long satin cape and top hat online.

Everything is made easy nowadays. 

I’m trying, I’m possible, as superheroes like Superman, Batman, Thor etc all wear a cape. 

Rain will return, and the oldest art will forever survive.

I am Back

I had been a bit quiet in my blog for the past two week, but not the world around me that was full of excitement. The opportunity cost of a choice? 

I am back now.

After all I am always “a small simple boy” when embrace by the green green world, who used to wander around with a digital toy in hand.

Your playground has then been created as big as mine, which stretches from Malaysia to another end of the world, or vice versa, when we indulge ourselves in this green green world, when you are a "small old boy or girl".

I am an Ant

I am an ant, and honey is the perfect natural light. It is finger licking good which makes my mouth water more often than occasionally. 

While everything supposed to sound good, my digital antenna always smells its whereabouts so hard. Honey will not be available only at a click of the finger, especially under the rain forest  canopy. 

It requires right time, right weather, plenty of patience and luck. But practice makes perfect, I am now an ant. 

Yes, I am an ant, but from the face of a grasshopper, I am not what I seem.

When I turn away, it burst out laughing, "What a paranoid ant!"

A Sneeze, a Cue

Alice and Laura always cross my mind whenever I see a spider once I named a bee Alice and the girlfriend of a beetle Laura a year back. It is a cue, and a sneeze, as the Chinese believe there are people talking about you when you sneeze.

This is a mere myth, and I should understand this. 

But who knows not only Alice and Laura, there may actually be mushrooms, trees, mosses, ferns, monkeys, butterflies, dragonflies and so on that are talking about me. They are waiting for my return to the jungle.

"Why Sunday is so far away?" They murmur.

Stories in Every Step

My day begins with stories painted in glowing colours and are full of light.

A red bug is storified, a brownish mushroom can pop up at anytime, a dusky leaf monkey wearing white eyeglasses may edit the plot out of sudden, 

while nothing seems to have happened, trees are actually watching, zooming in or passing by.

Everything looks the same, but is actually different one second later. The stories tell.