Finger Lickin' Good

Honey Bee, I just can't get enough.

Qué Será Será

Bob Marley
(March 2010 - May 2010)

For a small blue imp of a fish, you surely brought me jupiters of joy.
And for that I thank you, little buddy. R.I.P.

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." - Bob Marley

Bombay Sapphire
(16 May 2010 - Present)

For being as turquoise as the Mediterranean, I welcome you.
Do stick around boy; I think you'll like it here.

Artwork of the Week

Words are unnecessary,
so very unnecessary,
because today
I present to you
the first song to ever be
featured as a part of AoTW.

Title: Satellites
Artist: Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Quotable Quotes

"So you sailed away, into a grey sky morning.
Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring."

~ Vertical Horizon in their song, Best I Ever Had

Vaisakhi Di Lakh Lakh Vadhai Hove

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ਆਵਹੁ ਸਿਖ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੂ ਕੇ ਪਿਆਰਿਹੋ ਗਾਵਹੁ ਸਚੀ ਬਾਣੀ ॥ ਬਾਣੀ ਤ ਗਾਵਹੁ ਗੁਰੂ ਕੇਰੀ ਬਾਣੀਆ ਸਿਰਿ ਬਾਣੀ ॥

“Aavoh Sikh Satguru Kay Piaarho Gaavoh Sachee BaaNee, BaaNee Ta Gaavoh Guru Kayree BaaNiaa Sir BaaNee”

Come, O beloved Sikhs of the True Guru, and sing the True Word of His Bani. Sing the Guru's Bani, the supreme Word of Words.

~ Guru Ramdas, Raag Ramkali,

Aad Guru Granth Sahib, Page, 920-4 & 5

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Tick-Tock

We all know people who wait for a certain event to mark the start of their life. To some, it may be the day they finish high school, to others, the day they find love.

What then, does everything preceding that dictate?

Life is what happens every day; it has,
from the day we took our first breath.

I look at a recent picture of a once vibrant teacher from primary, and wonder how long has it really been. From when I wondered when I would be done with uniforms. Then, when I would get into medicine.

And now, when I would graduate.

What is a 19 year old to say about the length of life, you ask? To me, those 19 years now seemed to have flown past. When did our eyesight deteriorate? When did our parents grow older? When did we move out? When did we have to make our own decisions?

When did we take all of that in passing?

No, I don't deem those milestones insignificant.
I say that they are, in every sense of the word, milestones.

Milestones of a journey that had a starting point.
Not a journey where we wait for one.

Breaths are going to be taken, the heart is going to pump.

Realisation is all we need to comprehend how
we can live today, tomorrow and the next, with flair.

How I can enjoy reading about the
biomechanics of breathing, and perhaps,
not dream about the day I see biologically mechanical lungs.

How I can start getting into shape now, and perhaps,
not wait for a day when I seize the luxury of time to join a fancy gym.

How I can learn more about my religion, and perhaps,
not wait for a day when I have to.

How I can make my parents proud, and perhaps,
become a distinguished doctor.

How I can go to sleep right now, and perhaps,
wake up for class tomorrow.

Artwork of the Week

If sex were to be personified, it would with surety, take form of the tiger.

This Artwork of the Week (or of the year rather) just arrests. And as I type this on my faux tiger skin bedspread, admiring the print of a magnificent Bengal Tiger that shall soon adorn that empty spot of wall above my bed, I am reminded of a childhood dream. A dream of how someday I would in fact, rear a tiger of my very own.

But I now realise how selfish a dream that was. We live in a time where the Bali, Javan and Persian tiger species are already extinct; The rest that remain are sadly endangered.

I now have a new dream: A dream to see these striped felines I adore so much, survive the generations of time. A dying world, as many choose to see our Earth as, just cannot afford to be sans tigers. It just can't.

"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight" ~ Survivor


Title: Tiger

Artist: gencebay55

Please do leave comments on what you think of this majestic photograph, and what it does for you.

Far to Go

"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay."

~ Mother Goose

I was born on a glorious Thursday, some 19 years ago.
Then, I grew and I grew.
I learnt and I learnt.
But what if, on that eventful day, I hadn't been born?
What if it all was written out differently?

Should we question all the little what ifs,
and wonder how the picture would have been painted?
Or should we just be thankful and peer positively into the horizon?
To look past all the storms ahead.
And still have the zest to want to reach the sky.
And then some.

I know, with every fibre of my being, that I have far to go.
So much further.
But a casual look behind me,
fuels the desire to not only want to continue on;
Rather to charge, with grace and goodness.

It sure helps to have a genuine smile
plastered on my face whilst I'm at it. =)