Too old to leap

My beautiful readers,

The abandonment of poetry in my head was rather hard to accept for the past few days. Through all the turmoil, I decided that the best way to let the river of happiness, of undaunted inspiration course through the meander once more, is to remove the obnoxious, destructive dam that the evil inklings of my deteriorated health, of bad people in my career have built.

I am resigning.

It has been a “dream job”. Not my dream. My grandfather’s dream. To see me don that beautiful kebaya and serve passengers high up in the air. Yes, for those of you who do not know, I am employed in Singapore Airlines. I kept it under wraps (or at least tried to) because I do not enjoy letting my work life / colleagues / personnels interfere with my own personal life.

Because I, in fact, love my personal life, this awesome profile that I have built and I will never let my career get in the way. If not better, my career should boost it, applaud it and celebrate it.

I have drafted a resignation letter, but I’m afraid its still in my draft box. I gradually realized the courage of swift and firm decisions that used to surge me in my younger days is no longer there.

Thoughts of adult problems crept into my mind, poisoning my heart, telling it that passion is going to cost me a fortune. Telling me that Happiness is secondary.

Can I say I am too old to just take a leap, and worry about the consequences later?

Man up Valeisky! Take the leap.

No ragrets.


Once this has been settled, I am bringing to you guys a nice little 3 series short proses along with 3 photos, 1 per prose. I am really excited about it. And I hope words won’t abandon me by then.

Love you guys. Thank you for supporting me so much.


If I could manipulate elements, time & space, matter, even;

I want not to save the world, but to put you in a little glass dome.

You can have it filled with crystalline snow that billows, dancing to the cold, singing with the howling wind. Fear not my love. Think not of it as fearsome as The Shining. I’ll make you feel warmth where the prick from ice would be. Fashion you a castle made of only the sturdiest from the frozen kingdom. Wolves will litter at your feet, for you to play or to kill. Crystal maidens will wait on you, presenting nothing but egregious robes and hot food. The nation will celebrate your beauty and my unyielding love for you, bitter like frost, undaunted.

Or even, laze eternally by the beach whose horizon can’t be fathomed. Endless waves, always sunny. I’ll conjure seashells of the finest, most exotic patterns, but none as amazing as you. I’ll make the mermaids sing of my love for you, in their hauntingly sweet melody. The crabs and lobsters, all sumptuous crustaceans line up to queue for their noble deaths upon a merry flame, served smoking hot on your golden plate. So that you, my queen, can have the freshest harvest still piquant of the roaring salty waves.

If you want it mythical, there’s nothing my imagination will stop at just for a smile across your porcelain face. Unicorns will prance for you, glistening in the sunlight with their majestic manes, sparkling like how they should be. The forest green and lush, sings a secret rhyme, wildflowers will wave at you with glee. Your footsteps will sprout endless cycles of spring – Of magnolias, roses, tall looming trees even. You will be the giver of life. Just like how you are, like my syncopated breath. I’d throw in a Snow White fantasy if you’d even just whisper for it. Rabbits, deer and the great grizzly bear; they will keep you company in happy banter. You will never be alone.

How about a New York city dream, the poshest penthouse in Manhattan. All that glitters awaits in a walk in wardrobe. Ceiling to floor windows that grant intoxicating view of the skyline, guarded by sweeping curtains of the finest silk and linen. Do you indulge in books? For I can bring stories of the entire universe to you. Everyday you can find yourself catapulting to a different time and place, all within the papyrus skimmed through your fingertips.  I can give you the entire city, if apple is your favorite fruit. A fancy car to tour the city, Maserati, Lamborghini or would you prefer a Ferrari?  I hope you like Need for speed.

The list would go on. But I’ll save that for later. Because its 5.58 and in 2 minutes you will walk in to the diner and pour me the coffee that I am waiting for… And I, will clutch the cup firmly, hoping for a brisk touch of your slender fingers.