Monthly Archives: July 2015

Price Issue

A quote recently caught my eye:

“Price is only ever an issue in the absence of value.”

I grew up in a middle-income family. We were not rich, but we had enough to afford basic comforts. Grandpa had high expectations – of the way his wife should dress, the food that was placed on the table, the conduct of his children and grandchildren. He would buy intricate accessories for Grandma and expected his favourite braised pork on the table every evening. He was generous with his treats – and his punishments – whenever he felt we deserved them.

He exemplified this quote, that money is never an issue for entities worthy.

Now older, I appreciate this quote, though from a slightly different perspective. No longer I chase the frivolous thrills of new bargains, but prefer entities of lasting quality. No more transient short-term targets, but investible goals and objectives. Not for flighty acquaintances, but quality commitments. 

For want of these, the focus shifts to experience rather than object, which may be pricey or worthless in others’ eyes, yet is exclusively meaningful. 

For want of these, the delight now comes from the journey and its ups and downs, happiness and sorrow, challenges and growth, rather than the destination.

For want of these, the measure of value, intangible and personal, greatly outweighs that of price.

That it becomes true that price ceases to apply when one hankers for the things money can’t buy.

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Sane Night

My thoughts are soft
Yet sleep doesn’t come
The mind is empty but
Full at once
What madness lies ahead
This sane still night
But before all that
A quick prose I write.

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Daily Prompt: Revisionist History

He laughed at her embarrassment, but continued his rendition of that popular song, loudly and unabashedly. She squirmed and blushed, aware of nothing except the amused looks of the service staff. He abruptly stopped and turned towards her innocently.

“Well you told me to sing right?”

“But I-” she began, slightly annoyed, and was cut off by another round of vocalization. 

As they walked out the store, she turned to him in exasperated incredulity. “Do you alway do that in public? That was so embarrassing!” 

He grinned wickedly, then belted another tune, operatic style. Peeved, she decided to ignore him and stroded off briskly.

Suddenly, a body of warm flesh crashed sidelong into her and she gasped, stumbling on her heels, almost falling. In the same instance, she felt a hand wrapping itself around her waist, pulling her back to equilibrium.

She turned and glowered at him laughing at the look on her face. Yet a strange feeling stirred in her chest, a sort of delicious warmth that is both subtle and indescribable at once.

“So we’re done,” she said, relieved that they had accomplished what they needed to do for the day. “Yep,” he grinned. 

“Well, I’ll have to get going,” she said as they neared the carpark.

“Shall I send you back?”

She smiled and said, “Nah it’s fine; won’t wanna take up any more of your life.”

So they parted ways that evening. And everything was just fine.

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The Stars Are All I See

It has been an exceptionally painful year of more passings than I’ve known.
A reminder of that one Japanese song I love birthed a prose.

For those who have lost, grieve so you may find strength.
我は行く さらば昴よ!

I cannot grieve
For this sorrow in my heart
That no words can express

I cannot grieve
For I am dead to the world
Though the pain still lives

I cannot grieve
For I walk this path
That I must go alone

I cannot grieve
For though the skies are dark
The stars are all I see.

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Swept Away

Contemplative Sunday
Nature, vast in peace
An embrace then swept away
With the passing winds.


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Sonnet 116

Tell me that you love me
My pretty and my sweet
Let me hear those words again
Then I may place my lips on yours
And hear your sighs refrain

I love you, you know I do
My darling and my dear
You can see it in my eyes
What I give I give no other
The truth could never lie

Then show me that you love me
My beauty and my gem
You know I never beguile
For all the times and moments spent
Make it all worth while

You can take my heart and soul
My adored and my love
And every thread of my life
As long as I am in your arms
That’s all I need, suffice

Stay us like this forever
My lovely and my pride
Until the ends of time
I’ll always be your utmost prize
And apple of your eye.

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