There was a daughter, who asked her mother, "Mom, what is love?".

Her all-knowing mother (who probably thinks her daughter is all grownup now and having a sex drive that could power a small city sleepless for nights) told her,

"Take a handful of sand and hold it."

Her dutiful daughter promptly did what her mother said so.

"My dear daughter, see how the sand escapes from your hand when you gripped it ever so tightly, now it has only what you can only hold."

"But Mum~, if I take it loosely it will still flow away."

"That's right, my dear. Love is like the sand you're holding; You grip it too tightly, it escapes from the pressure. But you grip it tightly, it flows out like an untamed wind."

"That's right, my dear wife," the husband said, as he came out from nowhere and probably eyeing on his wife lustily for long. "But there's more!"

"Oh pray tell, my heady father!" the daughter begged.
"You see, my love. The Hand represents you and the Sand represents the one love. You certainly know yourself, I hope. But how much do you know of the Sand you're holding, I say?"

"I guess I'll be as clueless, Dad."

"You see, there's another thing that you must know in this, and that is Time. Time works like water, flowing into the Sand, drop by drop. It solidifies the sand compactly with the hand. With the correct pressure and the right amount of water, the sand will eventually become hard, concrete stone that withstands even the most severe of storms."

"Now that's what I call Love, my dearest." her mother beamed.

"I get it now, Mom and Dad. It's the same when Jimmy from the next town asked me to hold his little pricky! Over time, it did become hard!" 

Dua Pai Lang 

-excerpted from a conversation and a walk. Thanks dear, for sharing this. Though not in your version. Ha Ha!

Remember: Swallow, Swallow, Swallow! Don't Spit! Gets your skin the gleam! *slurps!* Hahahah, so…erm..do we guys smear those lovejuices on our faces?? Hmmm……

Dua Pai Lang

I couldn't quite fathom the way my name rolls off your tongue,

Or that smile that captures the brilliant light of my soul.

What about the twinkle in your eyes when you formulate something naughtily nice?

Yes, that. 

Your lips too susurrous for me, only to lightly savour them for fear it may be fleeting.

And why is your absence like your residual warmth clinging on my bed, an endless void of fabricated closeness only justified by that alluring scent of your hair.

How could I forget? 

Darling, my heart caves in for you. 

Dua Pai Lang 

I know it's pretty 'early' to blog but I can't sleep due to my nocturnal or otherwise, tippy-topsy lifestyle I'm living right now where I enjoy the calm nights of humanity when everything else is sleeping, tucked into their little dreamboats.

I doodle a loooooooooot less now.

Yes, i know. And that's because I'm happier now. But I'll try to doodle once in a while tho'. I know you guys miss me. HAHhHAha~

Yea, these few days have been quite a storm. But I'm glad it's over. The squabbles and the din just pulls me down way low.

But it's over, and i shall not brood over it anytime now.

Right now, it's just me, with her. It's a long way to go, nobody knows.

But I'm glad I'm the one who will be there for her, and nobody else.

For anything that comes by, I'll be the one holding your wings up, A*mAn.

You do know it, right?

You complete my faith.

Dua Pai Lang

I'm finding my way back to sanity, again Though I don't really know what I am gonna do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back in the arms of grace

I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be

I am looking past the shadows
Of my mind into the truth and
I'm trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one's you?
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me
One more time

*'Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside your door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be *

I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting
For the scraps to fall
Off your table to the ground
I just want o be here now

*chorus*

?Lifehouse - Breathing

Dua Pai Lang 

I like to trek and explore places.

If there's a place that's outta way for the majority of the public, chances are that you will find me sniffing around there.

Take a look at this.

Kindda cool isn't it? People just left like that, like a case of spirited away. Things were still as they were when the last people came and went.

It's creepy, I know. Especially since it's the 7th Month Hungry Ghosts Festival.

But I likeeee leh..

Dua Pai Lang 

I've got really nothing against those who are sexually attracted to their own gender.

Gays are a-okay. They get the whatever guys with a pinched penis and (sometimes) leaves the straights fine.

Therefore, more saucy females to spread the rest of the good masculine genepool.

But for the females….

Powertool between our legs, baby!

And..

Ha Ha.

Dua Pai Lang

If Fate has her way,

then I had spent the last 23 years of my life,

waiting for you,

to spend the rest with.

————————————————-

But hey, don't get green all around with the previous few, ya? 

Nostalgic it may seem for some times, but isn't it Life?

One is not around, another's, well…… gone all…erm…'blissfully blessed horizontally'?

Hahhahah~ Damn me, why can't I spew some toxic lashings with thorns on? 

Dua Pai Lang