Uh oh. Still not a food post....
When I was younger, I used to look up into the sky and dream - I'd look at those beautiful, fluffy white puffs of clouds, in all their shapes and sizes.... and imagine how wonderful it must be up there...
How nice it would be to lay on those pure white clouds as fluffy as cotton, my back cushioned by its softness, with the vivid blue sky above me, and then a beautiful flickering canvas of stars at night when the sun has gone to sleep...
To be there floating along peacefully above the hustle and bustle and craziness on earth - no troubles, no worries,... just calm, just bliss.
.. and then when I grew up I learnt that it is just an illusion. That clouds are nothing but masses of condensation, filled with drops of water in a state of flux, waiting to rain down on your parade.
"Could it be true?", I thought to myself, slightly distraught... but when I looked out of the airplane on my first flight, there was no denying the reality.
Sometimes I still dream of floating on clouds though, as silly as it may be... but I can feel the gristly earth beneath my feet, firmly stuck to the ground... and I know may never get to live my dream.
Overly influenced by The Care Bears?,
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