Observes Ariana
Observes the quaint innocent randomness of Ariana whilst she has lunch folding glittery paper strip stars, whilst singing the Elmo song. I stopped chewing and listened as she sang the melody. It’s beautiful. Yes, the Elmo song!
She has mum n popo wt her. “Mummy, I want to eat ice cream after…”, she utters during the wait. But there’s something about her speech n prose. Short, cheery n oh so longful. “Do you have chicken floss?”, she continues, this time to the restaurant owner who passes by.
Rewind some minutes… I had noticed one thing as she stepped in – her hair. She had a pretty nice hair-do for her stature. Bangs covering what otherwise would have been a clear view of her pretty face. Her eyes are like doves. Pretty Shu Qi-esque lips. Pretty 7/8 or so year old.
Moments like this happens too few and far apart. Lovely what an eight year old can teach u about her (view of the) world. N just when I think it’s all-that… She sings the ‘Go to sleep’ lullaby in lalala vocabulary. Lovely!
Ariana, the name on her nametag on her pinafore. Not sure whether it’s one or two ‘n’s.
Pause, watch, dialogue in introspect, appreciate, see the beauty. Live in beauty. Leave out the rest. Or rather, surrender all the rest. Mum’s near by.
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“So… should I be worried about the young man with the overly-innocent face staring at my daughter?”
Interesting observation, but couched in a wildly inappropriate and far too easily misread way =)
GitP
1 Jul 09 at 6:06 pm
Helo Ian,
I saw this coming
Would you be a concerned parent?… For starters, I wasn’t staring, I was having my lunch lah – so you can fret not. I was listening most of the time, and it’s in my blood to be observant. She was quite loud, so it wasn’t too hard 
In the manner of observance; I think there are the lost-in-their-own-world-to-find-inspiration type artists, and there’s the I-find-beauty-in-the-infinite-creativeness-of-creation-I-call-muse type of artists… I gather I’m the latter with an aptitude of noticing something that’s interesting. I have to be – otherwise, I’d resign feeling like a lesser designer. So if you are designing still on some of your stuff – here’s a tip, observe the things around you (and be ninja-ly prudent about it without being rude). Hence, that explains the many snippets of info an ordinary person would normally miss. (I notice details, but I cannot do photographic memory though, sigh).
Inappropriate and easily misread, perhaps – if one errs on the side of caution. Although, I’d like to think my posts have always been written with a penchant for (attempted) poetry and (more attempts at) profundity, or total succinctness. This blog and her posts exists for me to collate creative thoughts, kairos moments, muse and the like. Mostly for myself. If this blog serves a different purpose, I’d agree in that this be a lil strange. But ain’t that a thought to ponder about… in how something so benevolently wonderfully made, a child – and the account of observations of a bystander; when read by someone else could have so drastic a deduction. Is it not sad? But the world today, does force us to be wary. So I understand the concern. You know what might have changed the outlook… if I had gone up to the mum and said you have a lovely daughter (with a smile). And acceptance of that note would have probably been more amicable if I were a lady, young or old, or a more elderly, innocent looking grand-pa. You wouldn’t take it the same If I or other men did that would you. Sigh. O well.
There’s a song that goes “When I look into heavens, the moon and all the stars… I wonder what you ever so in me… but you took me and you love me and you’ve given me a crown, and I will praise your name eternally”… The first part resonates with me… I have an apophatic heart sensing inclination towards God-stuff. So when I do see beauty in the grander scale of things, I feel like I’m closer to God. Or maybe, suffice to say, God becomes more evident to me if I’m in some position to see the beauty the way He made it – in all aspects and realms of creation. The irritating part is The Fall that clouds our vision, both cognitive and visceral measures.
Time for us to order our prescription glasses! And I have you to thank, for the profound self-probing inquiry:)
You take care eh. See u on Sunday.
Kester
2 Jul 09 at 2:54 am