How often we forget...

That no matter what, people need to be given time. 

What you say and how you say it are very important. 

You cannot give up on those who you care for.

You accept those you love for who they are, flaws included. 

Your absence is felt more than you think it is. 

Even the smallest gestures matter.

It's not important to have the last word.

To think from the other person's perspective.

That it's easy to react, fret, fume but easier to smile, take a breath, relax.

To be thankful for what we have received.

That you must extend respect to another unless given a strong reason to do so otherwise.

That everyone is entitled to their opinion. You needn't agree to it but you must respect it.

That self-realisation is more powerful than any amount of convincing or coercion. 

That somethings just need to be done.

To Live & Let Live.

To Live not survive.

.... The last few weeks showed me how 

so many people have forgotten 

but more importantly how I have forgotten too. 

Not any more. 

This I promise myself. 

Of Arched Eyebrows, Diluted Drinks and Chicken.

18th March 2013.

What is life if not a series of unforgettable moments? Moments that make you laugh, make you cry, make you hope against all odds, show you how resilient you can be, reinforce your faith and beliefs, convince you that somethings are just meant to be and somethings you now would rather not have. The magic though is not in the moments alone, it is in the people who make those moments as precious! And almost every time, you realize and register these moments once they have passed, as you remember and relive them fondly or otherwise.

Last night was surreal for me. With every passing moment I knew this will be a night that I will never ever forget and I was so right!

From listening to Tiesto's mix of Gotye's "Somebody that I used to know" loud and singing along to it with him, to the mad driving, to the old style driving (left-right-left-right-left...you get the drift), to the casual conversations, to the warm embraces, to being called 'Chickens!', to whistling to the waiter, to the "Really!" to the last order, to the dilution of Teachers, to the chugging of whiskey with the side glances, to the arched eyebrows, to the attempted 90ML of Smirnoff Green Apple with Sprite, to the contradiction of the 'first time I passed out like a light', to  the tall and the small, to the squeals of laughter, to the just one drag, to the no-telling Braveheart, to the one goodbye kiss on the head....to the smiling and laughing when I remember these moments today.  

The magic of unforgettable moments is not in the moments alone, it is in the people who make those moments as precious! Real Pao and Fake Pao are very close friends of mine. One for 9 years now and another for less than 9 months but both who I love unimaginably so. To see them get along like they did and have as much fun as we did last night was in many ways a dream realised, a tad too late but a dream realised nonetheless.

When you believe in The Universe or God or any higher power like I do, you know without a doubt that whatever happens does so in your best interest always and also that thoughts become things eventually. 

I know it's cliched and preachy for most but think positive, always, you will surprise yourself.