Showing posts with label FAMILY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FAMILY. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Daddy, I want to come home

I had wanted to spill it all out to my dad tonight. Want to tell him the truth. Want to have his blessings. Want him to understand how important it is to me. Want him to know what I have been through.

Determined, I called. Hoping that dad will answer and we will have a heart to heart talk. I love how dad squeal in delight whenever I surprised him by calling his office. Reminds me of how much I miss spending time with him at home. And how much our character resembles each other.

The ringing lasted forever.
At last, there were no answer.

Is this an omen?

I won't want to break my old man's heart...
After all, he is the most important man in my life.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Taken for granted

Have we loved our father enough?


I just learned that my colleague's dad literally died dropped dead. He was walking on the street and fell down and died. Just like that. Of course, the news was well hidden and I learnt it secretly from my boss.


The girl is still quite young and so far away from her home in the Europe. The news must be a horrible one. She have grown quiet and vary of everyone in the department. She is not as cheerful as before. It was quite sad, now that I learnt that she had gone through all that by herself.


Dad, I miss you terribly.

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Short-lived recovery

This is difficult for me, evidently becoming more challenging and hard to deal with. I am so tested. I've just managed to re-adjust my life here, and again, news struck.

After a series of fallouts and unhappy events, I finally found enough conscience to pull myself together and embrace the realities which were hitting me. I switched gears and let bygones be bygones. I always find ways to pack up courage and start anew. Planting seeds of optimism and positivity in me, and throw myself in an ocean of uncertainty again. Hardship to me, before half an hour ago, was just 'something' needing time and more practise.


But, grieve to me.... is crushing.

I'm a tough lad, shapen through time. I've learned to be very tolerable and endures extreme threshold levels. I'm independently good at managing my own life in a very organized way no matter how rough things become. However, limits are limits.... Especially when reality slaps you hard repeatedly on your face.


I want to grieve... for my loss.
I can't help it, but I'm crushed.


Sunday, 2 January 2011

Your presence matters

It felt really good, to finally share my life in HK with those who matters most to me. Though I'm sitting alone in my room now and then, but the feeling is not going to be the same again. Their presence still lingers strongly wherever I go.


Carrying them close to my heart, reminds me how well I've been surviving alone in HK all these while. Now, even better with their continuous blessings and silent prayers. Keeping me stronger and embraced in unseen warmth.


Thanks to them, I know my battle has been worthwhile. The battle is already half won.

Bliss.... I finally felt lighter.

This is for all of you - FAMILY.


Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Is it the 2,512.186 km or the 4 hours ?



How come it seems so far?

Saturday, 28 August 2010

In the arms of the Angel

This is a very difficult post for me... Never the same again. Never..
It was a premonition gone right...


Please forgive me...

for i have not done my best to protect you...
for i disappoint you...
for i had chosen to leave..
for i did not choose to bring you with me...
for i had not spend enough with you..
for i did not prepare for the worst...
for i am helpless...


I am sorry Coffee..

There's nothing I can do, for you would never be in my arms again...


In Loving Memory of Coffee...


Nov 2007- Aug 2010...
You will always have my love with you..
Always will be remembered..


Please rest in peace.. there's SuSu, DaLian, Blackie and the rest..
I will be back to visit you...


Thursday, 26 August 2010

Hong Kong's period of grief...


Such a tragic end for Hong Kongers at Manila...
A day, nobody could be proud to have it listed in the history...


Who could have thought of a massacre while touristing?
All they wanted was just to travel abroad during the summer holidays.. with their loved ones.. before school reopens...

We watched, horrified with the live telecast... anticipated the outcome of the 10-hour standoff... clock ticked by too slowly for hope...

The worst had sounded... Hong Kong hearts are shattered..
Some are left widowed.. some orphaned.. some lost their dependants...
Just too much to bear..
People are scarred for life..


In a bus ride, hijacked by a lone gunman..
surrounded by 200 SWAT trained personnels...
snipers...
10hours of standoff...
2negotiators...
and, 1 simple request : secure and protect my people...
Philippines, who can stop blaming you?


Hong Kong has been weeping for the lives lost..
Hong Kong is in deep sorrow...
Hong Kong wants justice...
I hope that they find peace...

Friday, 20 August 2010

Snail mail always the best way!

Thanks TKJ,
It felt so great to see the package stuffed in my pigeon hole!

Full with all the junks that I love!
And definitely, the sister who knows me best.

***

But I too, know you too well.
Don't be so lazy! Make me a card instead!

I love you, sister!

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Mothercat abroad

Tiger

Coffee

Leopard

I feel bad for leaving my cats behind.

And having them to be care for by my dearest parents, grandma and sister. I try not to channel the pressure onto them for they did not ask to be responsible.

I feel bad and irresponsible. And it is difficult to maintain the sanity of being away from your pets for a long long time. I set aside my pets for the sake of focusing on my life abroad.

Having bonded so closely with my cats, I'm constantly worried about them. Hoping that no tragedy shall ever fall upon my fluffy ones.

I miss meowssssssssss.... And I hope they would stay good... til I get back.


Friday, 11 June 2010

PhD

My sister and I
modified from : http://www.sangrea.net/free-cartoons/

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

A kitkat, is all that he needs

I gave my kitkat to him. He beamed at the sight of the kitkat I held in my hand. He turned to look at his father for approval, Daddy smiled and nodded. Then he gently accepted the small piece of chocolate, and kept it together with his packed inflight lunch box.

The grateful look is all I got. But it is more than what I needed. I did not even expect anything when I decided to gave him the chocolate. I was already overwhelmed by his happy gestures. Nothing can replace these feeling of satisfaction.


He is indeed a kid so special.


His brother is special in his own way as well. Both are so good-mannered, their presence in the public is easily camouflaged. Though they are taller than their parents, but, they belittled themselves and humbly ask for favours like young kids. Their parents are very down-to-earth malay folks. So friendly, I couldn't help exchanging friendly glances with them.


Their sons meant so much to them, that every single decision is made with caution and care. The endless affections shown by both parents, are so genuine and over-pouring, that even I felt it so close to my heart. Thanks to this harmonious family of four, my week had became a greater one.

All it takes was just a kitkat.


Saturday, 15 May 2010

Stretching my wings again

It's time to fly AGAIN...............

Friday, 14 May 2010

Love Tale Rewinded


Well, just a repitition from my FB note. Would like to share it, prior to my previous post :-


Life is too precious for too many wrongs,
for we only walk this way, once.


whether you are Single - In a relationship - Attached - Separated - Engaged - Married - Divorced - Widowed... this article is a good read.

A good daily reminder for all.



MARRIAGE

from an unknown source
.


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.

I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead...

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.



Thank you unknown author. You helped enlightened another's mind.

Forgiveness is choosing to love.
It is the first skill of self-giving love.

[Mohandas K. Gandhi]


When two is better than one


It's a roaring year for knots getting tied this year. I vividly recall grandma mumbling something about not being auspicious to get married this year. But, it seems just the opposite for our modern society these days. Soooooooooo many of my friends, family, relatives and colleagues signing off their bachelor/bachelorette life in 2010.

I wonder, if they are really sure they have found the right one. Or they just do it out of loyalty? courtesy? Or taking another plunge into the next stage of their lives?

Like I said, each step is a giant leap.. saviour it.

Anyways, I do wish them happiness, compassion and lots of love 'til they breathe their last. Love itself, work wonders to make miracles happen. For those who waded through, would be blessed and praised.

Well Grandma, your prediction is museum now.


Monday, 3 May 2010

My Tata

It's been four years..

And I miss you still.Forgive me for not being able to repay your kindness, your endless love and to provide for you.

Always in my mind, and true to my heart.

Heart at war

Thanks Melly, for you have offered me a wisdom that I'd remember for the rest of my life. I know this post came in wayyyyy too late for your liking. But, I still channel the gratitude to you. ;)
Those who matters, does not hurt you.
Those who hurt you, do not matter.


Papa and Mama, you raised me well.

I will continue my battle and I shall win this war.

Tuesday, 17 February 2009

An Unfortunate Accident

I tried really hard to let bygones be bygones. But, when reality hits, you will have to face it. I don't know how long I took to write this up, but as far as I had remembered, I had been sitting there all the time....

Da Lian was bitten to death by stray dogs in front of my home. It happened yesterday. The dogs came from nowhere and started chasing Da Lian. She was already scrambling on her tiny paws into my front gate when the dog grab the back of her trunk and pulled her back.

The dog sank his teeth into her neck and scooped my 7month old kitten away. The mongrels carried her across a few streets until when they finally let her lifeless body to rest...

My mum and I buried her today. The effort to conceal the pain consume such a huge chunk of myself that I can barely move on with it. Shi Shi stood by Da Lian's body awaiting the burial ground. Shi Shi grew up together with Da Lian and went trough almost everything side by side. Looking at the freshly dug grave, my memory went back to times when Da Lian was still here, alive. I think Da Lian took away a part of myself with her as well. I did not realize how I finally did it, but I managed to put her in together with the flowers I picked from my garden. Shi Shi just stood by her until she was laid to rest.

I tried so hard to carve the word, 'ACCIDENT' into my head. I dearly wish that this did not happen to me. Not me, and not on my innocent cats. There was nothing left to blame, but on grieve itself. I find this so distressful.

When I finally sat down and my howling turned to regular sobbing, I realize that God made His plans worked on me. So that I can grieve for my beloved companion and appreciate her existence in my life. So that I can make sure history never repeats itself. So that I have a chance to build a bigger heart to forgive the strays for their ruthless behaviour. So that every animal in this world deserve fair judgement. So that I have a story to tell about the magnificent cat I once owned.

And now, 'If only' can never compensates my loss anymore...



-In Loving Memory of Da Lian,
the ginger cutie-