Fleeting Moments

As the clouds storm the sky, the moment flees into the dusk, into stars studding a dark, desolate canvas, and as they dance in the sky, flickering, they become nothing but memories left to be relived.

Wind runs across the sky, jumping and weaving through clouds of gray. He is swift, a smart gentleman, keen-eyed, interested. He had witnessed, between Sun and Rain, against the once blue sky a spectacular conversation that had bled into colours, into spectrums of light.

They had burst into showers of rays, like a fountain in a garden, well-kept and trimmed, but just as the gardener had fallen asleep, Thunder had roared and had sent them scurrying. What is left is a trace of their spark, a faint glow in the universe that will diminish and fade, yet Wind still searches.

He searches for Sun, the quiet charmer, the one with ideas but the one without intent. He searches for Rain, the pensive intellectual, the one with passion but the one without nerve. He searches for the voice that had risen between them, the heated debate that had radiated, the time that had spun into delightful discussion, but all is gone and all is quiet, and all that's left is Thunder roaring.

Queen of the High Horse Parade

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden

 Here is a confession: I am an arrogant asshole.

I've known this for quite a while now, that I'm a blemished soul, dented from my hard-hitting ego and patronising air. Nose turned up, eyebrows furrowed, malevolent magma coating my compassion, I am an arrogant asshole.

Or, in the manner in which I tend to romanticise things: I am the Queen of the High Horse Parade, furred cape, gilded crown, rubied scepter and all.

I Destroy

turtleneck shorts dresslink dr martens fall
Shorts (Dresslink) | Shoes (Dr Martens)

I'm pretending it's fall. We don't get fall here, obviously, but I love fall fashion, and who cares if it's 32*C outside? I'll wear a turtleneck anyway. My shorts are from Dresslink, if you remember it in my Dresslink wishlist. Lightweight, slightly shorter than I'd like it yet still chic, I think the piece is perfect for that summer autumn dupe. 

I'm letting this post flow a bit differently today. Keep on reading if you'd like a dose of personal reflections in the form of over utilized metaphors and similes.


Just when you thought the series is over, here I am, back with outtakes reminding y'all that we shot a pretty kickass series of photos. Also, we're actually really friendly and happy people.

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