Who am I?

The passion and impulsiveness of Lestat
The curiosity and eagerness of Alice
The faith of Sara Crewe
The lust and love of Ramses the Damned
The criminal yet sincere mind of Artemis
The bright and open-minded of Doraemon
The complex philosophy of Yuko
The obedience of Watson
The valour of Hastings
The honour of Greek Gods
The grandeur of Hindian Gods
The childishness of Tinkerbell
The endurance of Hobbit
The ambition of Nathaniel
The wittiness of Bartimaeus
The darkness of Hannibal
The vanity of Dorian Grey
And I walk through the beauty of Prague
Through the foggy mist of London
Through the wretched Grimpen Mire
Through the sands of Egypt
Through the primitive land of Jurrasic park
Through the untouchable land of Sumatra
Through the beauty of Rivendell
Who am I?
I am what I read.

The Sensualist

“There’s no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.” Memnoch the Devil – Anne Rice

And you know what, Lestat is right. For sensualists, everything in this world is beautiful, interesting and invigorating. Every details count. God gave us five senses, and what more suitable than to use them to the limit?

The smell of the grass after the rain, the texture of ancient wooden door, the vibrant color of freshly bloomed flower, the soft sounds of breezing wind, the delightful taste of honey.

The humming sounds of elevator as it takes us up and beyond, the smell of leather sofa, the gleaming silver from polished chrome, the sharp edge of papers and documents, the deliciousness of wine.

The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread, the sounds of pan and pots against the stove, the warmth of children in your arms, the taste of candy bar mixed with chocolate, the texture and details of a gingerbread man.

The feel of your lover’s hair through your fingers, the smooth soap aroma after his/her bath, the coolness of his/her skin, the soft sigh when you embrace your lover close, the intoxicating kiss.

So many things are laid open by God, for us to enjoy and appreciate not only with our senses, but also with our minds. Caught up with the monotony of the so-called civilized world, it takes Lestat, the sensualist brat prince, to remind me these things. Humans can be dull, but life… Ah, life is never dull, isn’t it?

To my Angels (and Archangels)

Isn't it a beauty? Song of the Angels by Bouguereau is a beautiful image which depicts Mary seated on a bench holding the infant Jesus with three angels looking on. Two of the angels are playing musical instruments. The picture not only strikes me for being incredibly beautiful and lifelike, but it is also remind me of what life has been. Haven't we always been like that? The Lord hold us close while His/Her angels guard us dearly.

In my life, I have ups and downs. It never easy when you were down, and sometimes, I do got trapped in the sorrow and negative feeling, thinking that all has abandoned me. Whoever hadn't that experience? I think everybody does. Nevertheless, as I grow I realize, I have never really been at the bottom of the pit. I was always saved, caught, protected, so I never reach rock bottoms.

People that converse with me and made me happy, they are angels that Lord have send for me. Strangers that smiled at me and comfort me, they are angels as well. Everywhere I go, I met Angels that help me to be better, angels that help me from self destruction. Lest forget my Archangels, angels that I definitely know that they are specially send by Lord for me, and only for me. For they have never leave my side, and with them I can always find comfort and calmness even at the worst of storm.

If you ever done good deed to someone, if you ever be a comfort to someone, if you ever become Lord's helper and messenger (even if you didn't realize it), then you are an Angel. Whether you are a stranger, a friend, a lover, anything, as long as you have done the above, you are one of the angels. And for them, both angels and archangels, this article is written. Thank you. For everything.