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And miles to go before I sleep

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I just adore travelling! .. Don’t you?

Bags are packed. I’m on my way.

Where am I going? .. Do you know?

I don’t but.. .. Perhaps, you might.

Anyway, I’m all set, and ready to go.

The sun is shining. .. Do you know why?

The beautiful, wandering clouds pass by.

Oh, I love them! .. What about you?

I feel the blood ecstatically rushing through my veins.

My mind’s agog with the adrenaline, gushing through my body.

Excitement. Thrills. Adventures. .. Do you feel the same?

The cool air tingles, the gentle breeze whispers.

Oh, I say, what a merriment of the senses! .. Do you not agree?

The majestic sight of snow-clad mountain peaks;

The exhilarating scents of freshly mown grass;

The soft cooing of the peaceful doves;

The cool taste of the luscious ice cream, tickling the palate;

Ah, the welcome of the invigorating fresh air as it embraces!

Did you feel that?

Did you?

Really,

and

Truly?

Pause … Reflect …

And me?

Well…..

I feel a feel, a funny feel

A funny feel, feel I

And if you feel, the feel I feel

You’ll feel the same as I.

Aye,

’tis true.

So,

Do come along with me, my friend,

Join me in my travels.

There’s oodles to do, many places to go

Let me tell you the reason why.

The world is lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Sounds familiar, eh?

 

Maloquacious © 2016

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“Please release me, let me go.”

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Ah, Sunday!

Love and hugs to this beautiful day of the week.

Warm thoughts. Simple lazing about. Wearing PJs all day long. Yes!

That’s the life. Tralalalala.

I watch the sun’s rays prance about the room. The fronds of the palms gently brush against the window pane.

Swish. Swash.

The pile of puffed up pillows, all comfy, tantalisingly invite me back to bed.

Oh, such sweet surrender!

I close my eyes. Basking in the silence. I embrace the peace and quiet. And, breathe.

Suddenly..

Kerboom!!

My eyes snap open, wide. My mouth, agape.

Like a bolt out of the blue, a deafening clamour rudely interupts my peaceful state.

High-pitched, panicked shrieks. Wild thudding about of flapping flip-flops. Chaos, crescendo-ing with a medley of screams ‘n shouts of: “Dead!”, “Dead!” and “Dead!”

Horrified.

Mortified.

I jump up and kangaroo-hop out of the room.

Caramba!

Mama Mia!

Si, drama muchas in the house.

I survey the scene in front of me.

Mum sobbing away. Her eyes puffy, red-rimmed, along with a Rudolph-hued nose, sniffling away.

Shocked. Concerned. I query the reason for the outburst.

Oui, Monsieur Poirot, the mystery unfolds.

Where? Who? How? And, why?

Sam the cook aka the narrator, reveals all. The incident details, I meant. *mal does an eye roll*

A catastrophic calamity has happended in the aquarium.

One dead fish. Corpse lying behind air filter. Presumed…er…drowned?

Beep-Beep. SOS. Au secours!

Emergency Service’s Doc Mal is called in. (That’s yours truly). With help from her devoted assistant Sam (aka The Cook), they discover that the cheeky goldfish was fooling about behind the air filter, when the entrapment occurred.

No, peeps, no! Not the Sean Connery kind of entrapment. Hey! Guys! Quit the guffaws. We’re talking about fish here.

Think straight.

Focus!

Anyhow, the innocent poor, stupid goldfish became entangled in the tentacles of the plants, just behind the air filter. And, yes. Tentacles, I said. You know, the long spindly leaves of reeds? Duh. So, wipe that smirk off your face.

A sweet refrain cacophony of “Please release me, let me go,” gurgles and bubbles to the surface. The prisoner wriggles and jiggles. The shackles, tight and taut. The gills, huffing and puffing.

Need I remind, you guys, I said gills, not girls? Sigh. *mal does another eye roll*

Then..

The minutes tick on by.

Eventually, the captive is released….through a very delicate operation, conducted by a couple of extremely competent elite forces. (Yeah, eat your heart out, Arnie baby).

Well…

…to cut a long tail tale short – Mum is okay, and smiling away.

All fish are fine, and swimming away.

Mal’s deputy is back at his work place (aka The Kitchen), chopping away. (BTW, Mum cancelled the day’s special of Curried Fried Fish).

And…

Mal?

Well, since the goldfish (aka The Stupid Fish) spoilt her day….she might kill it herself, one day. Or, maybe not.

She probably won’t. Ever. Never. Nay, no way, Jose. Period. Full stop.

Because… *and with a glint in her eye* .. Mal remarked:

“There are plenty more fish in the sea.”

 

Maloquacious © 2016

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game

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Oh, yes!

Life has taught me well. It has enriched me. Nourished me. And, on occasions, astounded me. If I were to say: “Life, how dost thou surprise me? Let me count the ways.” Alas. I would not be able to do so, because there are countless ways. It’s as simple as that.

Besides taking me on my best adventure ever, life has shown me that no matter what, there will always, always be ups and downs, highs and lows, crests and troughs. Sunshine. Rain. Sunny days. Stormy days. Indeed, yes. Without a shadow of a doubt. It’s absolute. This ‘turbulence’ is all part of the package and adds to the thrill and zing of life.

The trough toughens us, the crest invigorates us – surely that’s what life is all about….a roller coaster ride. It is rather similar to that of a train journey – stopping at a variety of scenic and non-scenic stations; halting at sights that are desirable to the soul or at panoramas which cause great discomfort to the spirit. All of them toss in that precious bit of ingredient that is so essential to the recipe of life.

Moreover, life would certainly be drab, if there were no challenges to face or no adversities to go through. Their presence in life is what makes an individual strong and disciplined. In fact, it is the hottest fires that forge the hardest steel. As Aristotle put it: “The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper.”

Adversities are there to test your strength, gauge your perseverance and measure your determination. When you finally overcome trials and tribulations, you feel a fantastic sense of self achievement and self accomplishment. On arriving at the end of the tunnel, you bow your head in gratitude and savour the comforting light. You are more sensitive to others’ feelings and more appreciative to life, in general. For having lived through both the bad times and the good, you can fully enjoy the powerful transformation of the new you. Humility prevails. Compassion reigns. In short, you transform into a better person, more contented.

In addition, these diverse experiences allow you the freedom to react differently to each particular situation. Eventually, through time you become to realise that your response affects your everyday life. For instance, dealing positively to a given situation will result in a positive attitude. A positive attitude, ultimately, puts you in a happy frame of mind. So watch your actions, be aware of your thoughts, and, simply, endeavour to live a life of contentment by taking one day at a time. Moreover, at all times, be grateful.

After all, everyone in this world must endure this ‘up and down’ existence. It all tots up to the thrill and excitement of this fabulous adventure that we call ‘Life’ – the very reason why you and I walk the earth. In other words, we/you are being constantly tested….spiritually, physically and mentally.

How will we fare in this important examination, eh?

Well, that just depends.

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game.

For my part, I aim to do my best.

And..

What about yourself? What is your game plan?

Pause. Ponder. Reflect.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

The name of the game – ‘Slice and Dice’

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Okay, folks, a couple of weeks back, I had a most interesting weekend. And I thought I would share it with you…..

Sunday sees me wake up at the usual time…..at the crack of dawn, 12 noon to be exact. No. I tell a lie.

As I take a sip of my morning cuppa, my cell phone rings. I answer it. It is my bestie. To protect her identity let us call her ‘George Clooney’. Oops! So ‘my bestie’ she is not. No. I tell another lie.

“Hey there, Mal, I just woke up (yeah, yeah, as they say ‘birds of a feather…’) and I thought we’d go watch a movie. Something interesting, an adventure with action, you know the usual blah-blah-blah, Mal. So see you soon.”

I say, “Fine,” as I take a delicate bite of the buttered croissant, “and I’ll be ready as soon as you are, Clooney darling!”

We hang up.

As predicted, she “soon” arrives, on the dot – after two hours. *eye roll*

Driving towards the cinema, she tells me about the movie she’s selected. “Oh, you’ll deffo like this one, Mal, I read that it’s a thriller and keeps one riveted to their seat!” GC enlightens me, her eyes shining bright with excitement.

This time we are to see ‘her’ movie because last time we watched my choice. Needless to say, ’twas a really bad choice. I concluded it was: “Horrible!” whilst dear Clooney declared, very kindly (yeah, at times, she can be quite nice), “Nah, it wasn’t that bad, Mal, the cinematography was brill!”

So, after purchasing two big small bags of caramel popcorn, drinks water and nachos, we ease ourselves into the nice and comfy seats.

Lights dim, darkness reigns and the movie begins.

Movie begins, darkness reigns and the lights dim.

Yes, my dear friends, the whole movie consisted of dark, drab, very dimly lit scenes. …And raging emotions…insane violence…gore…blood…sweat and stink…guns and knives…blood and gore. Plenty of it. Please note – Plenty as in muchas and muchas. Oh, yes, and severed limbs. …do you get the picture? What?? Fainted?! *shock*

Most of the time, naturally, I keep my eyes focused on the floor. I just cannot bear to see the senseless carnage shown and cannot even stomach the blood-curdling screams that resound in the darkness, all projected from the big screen.

In addition, I observe that I am not the only one to react this way. I take a surreptitious look at GC. Her mouth is agape; eyebrows touching the lofty heavens and eyes, all teary. Her right hand, in a mid-air pose, with fingers clasping sticky popcorn bits. The left hand covers her mouth, as if stifling the scream. (Yeah, eat your heart out, Edvard Munch).

To make matters worse, the ending of the movie (methinks, it’s utterly inconclusive) is left hanging, high up in the exosphere….somewhere way,way above everyone’s heads. Bewilderment. Disbelief. What a rotten anticlimax! *grimace*

We hear the lady in front of us inform her partner, “Oh my God, if it ends here, I’ll kill myself!”

Clooney and I quickly dash out. We both cannot endure another killing.

Clooney avoids eye contact. Stern-faced and in silence, and after a quick scan of the backseat (empty, phew), we sit in the car, lock the doors firmly and drive home.

Yes, GC had wanted to watch an adventure movie – that she certainly did. And I did too. Sigh. We were totally gob-smacked by the sheer scale of the morbid imagination. Awfully disgusted we were (and, also, a wee bit depressed).

Then and there, we decided to meditate…inhale, exhale and some happy thoughts later, felt a whole lot better – and, of course, all prepared (and energised) to face our next movie adventure experience.

Name of the movie? According to moi, the title should have been ‘Slice and Dice’ because that was the name of the game so brutally and graphically shown.. Stop! *Mal, think PEACE* …Breathe.

PS. To play safe, we now both check under beds.

 

 

Maloquacious © 2014