望著你半醉半痴不懂說話等你示意
可會知你就是 像天邊一個仙子
若你愛上我這個傻小子
活著你影子每天隱約乍現不遠處
是我想你將我重視 誰人最愛沒懷疑
相識當天心裡熱情已經開始
求求你珍惜此番心意它多采多姿
柔情如青空輾轉飄過動人我的歌聲
將你心悄悄灌醉甜蜜似詩
請明瞭 我心痴 情像是怒海翻波不是漣漪
每晚我都跟你夢中輕私語
言無盡 將不會停止
請明瞭 我心痴 能日後地老天荒因為傻開始
無掩飾只因我願對你真摯
愛我嗎？耐心等你願意!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
good nite lullaby..
若你發覺我時常傻痴痴
望著你半醉半痴不懂說話等你示意
可會知你就是 像天邊一個仙子
若你愛上我這個傻小子
活著你影子每天隱約乍現不遠處
是我想你將我重視 誰人最愛沒懷疑
相識當天心裡熱情已經開始
求求你珍惜此番心意它多采多姿
柔情如青空輾轉飄過動人我的歌聲
將你心悄悄灌醉甜蜜似詩
請明瞭 我心痴 情像是怒海翻波不是漣漪
每晚我都跟你夢中輕私語
言無盡 將不會停止
請明瞭 我心痴 能日後地老天荒因為傻開始
無掩飾只因我願對你真摯
愛我嗎？耐心等你願意!
望著你半醉半痴不懂說話等你示意
可會知你就是 像天邊一個仙子
若你愛上我這個傻小子
活著你影子每天隱約乍現不遠處
是我想你將我重視 誰人最愛沒懷疑
相識當天心裡熱情已經開始
求求你珍惜此番心意它多采多姿
柔情如青空輾轉飄過動人我的歌聲
將你心悄悄灌醉甜蜜似詩
請明瞭 我心痴 情像是怒海翻波不是漣漪
每晚我都跟你夢中輕私語
言無盡 將不會停止
請明瞭 我心痴 能日後地老天荒因為傻開始
無掩飾只因我願對你真摯
愛我嗎？耐心等你願意!
Monday, February 18, 2013
18 02 2013
Birthday.
Just like any other Birthdays.
Happiness, is simplicity at its most natural form. Contentment, is acceptance without exemplary expectations.
Birthdays are anniversary reminders of time used, and remaining time ahead unknown until next birthday.
Happy Next Birthday!
Just like any other Birthdays.
Happiness, is simplicity at its most natural form. Contentment, is acceptance without exemplary expectations.
Birthdays are anniversary reminders of time used, and remaining time ahead unknown until next birthday.
Happy Next Birthday!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
A special gift of Wisdom
This V Day special didn't just end there. Mind myself, my birthday coming in another 4 days. I didn't think about it until just a special moment ago.
I have a gift of Manjusri statue. Something I've thought less in current days. Is back to me.
I know I will get a Manjusri statue at the new house later. I already have one at parent's home, which I visually thinks it's a little tiny for an altar. But no fret, I will get one bigger for 16-01 later. And that I saw Her at Kechara Paradise. There were many Manjusri's there, but just one got my attention. That one. We spoke. I mean me and Her. We connected.
But I didn't have the courage to buy. This is me. I always don't know what I'm waiting for. I just didn't do it even though I have all burning desires to get Her home with me. And just in the midst of thinking and thinking like a coward, She is gone. Someone saw Her and took Her home, with more courage than mine.
It's ok. If Manjusri can give you more aspirations, then let Her follow you home. May lights of Dharma touches your life more than it touches mine.
And today, I got Her back. As my birthday gift. This, his first time presenting the Dharma as gift, and my very first most meaningful birthday gift ever ever ever.
This is more special than so many other gifts. I'm reunited with someone special like you, through Dharma.
'Thank you' just seems too shallow now. What else can I say.
Om Ah Ra Pa Tsa Na Dhi.
May the Dharma be with you, for many lives ahead. And I promise, we will walk the Dharma path together in this life. Love you lots, 小Ron子!
I have a gift of Manjusri statue. Something I've thought less in current days. Is back to me.
I know I will get a Manjusri statue at the new house later. I already have one at parent's home, which I visually thinks it's a little tiny for an altar. But no fret, I will get one bigger for 16-01 later. And that I saw Her at Kechara Paradise. There were many Manjusri's there, but just one got my attention. That one. We spoke. I mean me and Her. We connected.
But I didn't have the courage to buy. This is me. I always don't know what I'm waiting for. I just didn't do it even though I have all burning desires to get Her home with me. And just in the midst of thinking and thinking like a coward, She is gone. Someone saw Her and took Her home, with more courage than mine.
It's ok. If Manjusri can give you more aspirations, then let Her follow you home. May lights of Dharma touches your life more than it touches mine.
And today, I got Her back. As my birthday gift. This, his first time presenting the Dharma as gift, and my very first most meaningful birthday gift ever ever ever.
This is more special than so many other gifts. I'm reunited with someone special like you, through Dharma.
'Thank you' just seems too shallow now. What else can I say.
Om Ah Ra Pa Tsa Na Dhi.
May the Dharma be with you, for many lives ahead. And I promise, we will walk the Dharma path together in this life. Love you lots, 小Ron子!
V-lovey learning day
Lovely bouquet of sweet champagne and romantic pink roses...coupled with a tired dopey eyed baby. Happy lovey dovey V-day. So much metta to share today.
Zoomed. Here is TGIF 1-Utama. We are not here on a purpose. We are tired of traveling, and just here for some liquor chill and some finger foodies to fill the growling stomach. So we are cordially seated at the bar's table, not any candlelight-ed table.
When you are thankful and contented everyday is V Day.
Here the barista are working mad. Peak day it seems. And as a diner, I enjoyed more of observing their thrills at work. So much of teamwork. As one barista is halfway on a shaker, the other took over with the mixers. If one is occupied with the coffee machine, the other lay his hands on beer drafting. So cooperative. Yet they never forgets to put a smile and gave me a welcoming nod when he noticed I was watching like a kid.
Yet another chance of experiencing the power of passion. They are the baristas. Serious about drinks qualities but happy to serve. This is art.
Such artistic V Day I've got here. *smiley.
Zoomed. Here is TGIF 1-Utama. We are not here on a purpose. We are tired of traveling, and just here for some liquor chill and some finger foodies to fill the growling stomach. So we are cordially seated at the bar's table, not any candlelight-ed table.
When you are thankful and contented everyday is V Day.
Here the barista are working mad. Peak day it seems. And as a diner, I enjoyed more of observing their thrills at work. So much of teamwork. As one barista is halfway on a shaker, the other took over with the mixers. If one is occupied with the coffee machine, the other lay his hands on beer drafting. So cooperative. Yet they never forgets to put a smile and gave me a welcoming nod when he noticed I was watching like a kid.
Yet another chance of experiencing the power of passion. They are the baristas. Serious about drinks qualities but happy to serve. This is art.
Such artistic V Day I've got here. *smiley.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Para Para Sakura
I see Shanghai in black and white. And most of the time, everything are just grey. Colors are just expressions of feelings. When you are emotionless, try to see the world in black and white. They are as cold. And if you find shades of grey, this is a mixture of hesitation.
And then I see pink. I see shadows of purple rays too. Shanghai is coming in colors. That's when I see love.
Every movement can be translated to every piece of emotions. My dance defines my emotions. Your body languages makes me happy. Makes me wholesome. I see colors. I see life.
Para Para Sakura. The flower blossoms this chinese new year, reunion.
And then I see pink. I see shadows of purple rays too. Shanghai is coming in colors. That's when I see love.
Every movement can be translated to every piece of emotions. My dance defines my emotions. Your body languages makes me happy. Makes me wholesome. I see colors. I see life.
Para Para Sakura. The flower blossoms this chinese new year, reunion.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Reunion, re-define
Here comes the day before Chinese New Year 2013. The year of Water Snake. Pssssss Psssss....... Isn't this the year where we can declare our laziness, or simply procrastinate things and blame it on the lunar effect? Hey, if I don't laze around now, I gotta wait for another 12 years!
No way I can slack on pace. There's so much to do this year. So much, particularly THIS YEAR. *manja mode ON!
Not time to denote some CNY wishes as yet. Still early, but I already have something to talk about this festival of Spring. Let's talk Reunion.
Just like last year, and last last year, and a few more last years before last last year....reunion dinner are done dining out. I can't recall which year we started to opt out, but it certainly took 5 times of reunion dinner ala ristorante cook-to-order style. It started out well, but in recent years, things begin to go somehow.....uninteresting.
I begin to miss those days when I can define CNY reunion dinner as, 'Dinner at home, with whole variety of foodies not usually cooked by Chef Mom during normal days. And hell lot of dishes to wash thereafter'. Well, I am from a very small family, I can say. Dad Mom Bro Aunt and Me. 5 pax for CNY reunion dinner proved that we cannot eat alot of stuffs, but Mom will prepare special dishes for all of us. I remembered waking up early and started cleaning the house. I must throw away most of my 'unpopular' things in that year because Mom would spank me if I keep too many rubbishes. Okay, she didn't spank me, she just nagged. Her nagging is as painful as spanking. *blek. And then, I'd help around the kitchen, usually those easy tasks. Of course I cannot stay in the kitchen when Mom's cooking. It's war in there!
And then, slow dinner round the table. Lots of talking, yelling and family jokes flying around...until we are full up to throat level...and we would sluggishly move to the kitchen again to wash the dishes....Usually me and Joyce would do the washing together. And sometimes when we are lucky, there will be ice longan or lychee cordial as desserts! *yummmmmmy
And then, days passed weeks, weeks passed years....Joyce met Wilson and marry off. And then, there was only four of us. Eventho Gary hadn't marry yet, and I am still helping Mom around in the kitchen, some wise-man says we should just make things simple and try reunion dinner outside. Yes, I forgot who raised this ultra smart opinion, certainly not me. And since then, we started eating out.
TODAY, reunion dinner at Cheers Palace. Ho Family with Choo Family. I must say, Cheers Palace got it's name very very wrong. Why not name it as Frown Palace, or Grouchy Village or even I-AM-NOT-HAPPY-SERVING-YOU Restaurant. This place certainly deserve that, because as a customer trying to enjoy reunion dinner there...all I got was a bunch of sadistic people serving me! And that goes to an awful dinner! *off-limit. And maybe we are not superbly close to Choo's Family, there was a few silent-moment, which I personally feels like breaking the ice. Yet again, the place, the servers, the food was awful. So, I was too icy to even break the ice. Let's forget about it. Eventho Daddy brought over a bottle of Lehmann Red...I didn't take more than a sip. *crap. How could I not enjoy reunion dinner with my favorite red wines!?!??!?!?
Anyway, whatever. I look forward to next year's reunion dinner. Just like how I looked forward to this year's reunion dinner when I was having reunion dinner at dunno-which-restaurant last year.
Reunion. Home, is where the heart belongs.
No way I can slack on pace. There's so much to do this year. So much, particularly THIS YEAR. *manja mode ON!
Not time to denote some CNY wishes as yet. Still early, but I already have something to talk about this festival of Spring. Let's talk Reunion.
Just like last year, and last last year, and a few more last years before last last year....reunion dinner are done dining out. I can't recall which year we started to opt out, but it certainly took 5 times of reunion dinner ala ristorante cook-to-order style. It started out well, but in recent years, things begin to go somehow.....uninteresting.
I begin to miss those days when I can define CNY reunion dinner as, 'Dinner at home, with whole variety of foodies not usually cooked by Chef Mom during normal days. And hell lot of dishes to wash thereafter'. Well, I am from a very small family, I can say. Dad Mom Bro Aunt and Me. 5 pax for CNY reunion dinner proved that we cannot eat alot of stuffs, but Mom will prepare special dishes for all of us. I remembered waking up early and started cleaning the house. I must throw away most of my 'unpopular' things in that year because Mom would spank me if I keep too many rubbishes. Okay, she didn't spank me, she just nagged. Her nagging is as painful as spanking. *blek. And then, I'd help around the kitchen, usually those easy tasks. Of course I cannot stay in the kitchen when Mom's cooking. It's war in there!
And then, slow dinner round the table. Lots of talking, yelling and family jokes flying around...until we are full up to throat level...and we would sluggishly move to the kitchen again to wash the dishes....Usually me and Joyce would do the washing together. And sometimes when we are lucky, there will be ice longan or lychee cordial as desserts! *yummmmmmy
And then, days passed weeks, weeks passed years....Joyce met Wilson and marry off. And then, there was only four of us. Eventho Gary hadn't marry yet, and I am still helping Mom around in the kitchen, some wise-man says we should just make things simple and try reunion dinner outside. Yes, I forgot who raised this ultra smart opinion, certainly not me. And since then, we started eating out.
TODAY, reunion dinner at Cheers Palace. Ho Family with Choo Family. I must say, Cheers Palace got it's name very very wrong. Why not name it as Frown Palace, or Grouchy Village or even I-AM-NOT-HAPPY-SERVING-YOU Restaurant. This place certainly deserve that, because as a customer trying to enjoy reunion dinner there...all I got was a bunch of sadistic people serving me! And that goes to an awful dinner! *off-limit. And maybe we are not superbly close to Choo's Family, there was a few silent-moment, which I personally feels like breaking the ice. Yet again, the place, the servers, the food was awful. So, I was too icy to even break the ice. Let's forget about it. Eventho Daddy brought over a bottle of Lehmann Red...I didn't take more than a sip. *crap. How could I not enjoy reunion dinner with my favorite red wines!?!??!?!?
Anyway, whatever. I look forward to next year's reunion dinner. Just like how I looked forward to this year's reunion dinner when I was having reunion dinner at dunno-which-restaurant last year.
Reunion. Home, is where the heart belongs.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
more than just words
I think I'm still better at writing. If compared to rights of speech. Or maybe there was never a problem with my talking skill, I am just tad too sensitive about misunderstandings. Maybe misinterpretations sounds more like it.
I have decided there's certain things are truly best left unspoken. Some things are better kept, and time is clinically proven to be best medicine of forgetfulness. It is easier to say 'I forgot' than 'I know'.
No wonder ancient guru invented Speak No Evil. It seems most of things not meant to be spoken are evil. Or likewise, make sure things to say are organically nice, or all otherwise are evil. It hurts.
It hurts? Yet it is also better to be internal rather external. It is something not to be shared. No reason to share the pain. It doesn't help at all. Why share these shortcoming when there is not even enough time to share love.
There was a life moment when I loved to hide in the closet. I don't need to do this anymore. I came out from the darkness and started writing. Please don't do anything to make me afraid to even write. Or else, I'd have to hide in the closet again.
I have decided there's certain things are truly best left unspoken. Some things are better kept, and time is clinically proven to be best medicine of forgetfulness. It is easier to say 'I forgot' than 'I know'.
No wonder ancient guru invented Speak No Evil. It seems most of things not meant to be spoken are evil. Or likewise, make sure things to say are organically nice, or all otherwise are evil. It hurts.
It hurts? Yet it is also better to be internal rather external. It is something not to be shared. No reason to share the pain. It doesn't help at all. Why share these shortcoming when there is not even enough time to share love.
There was a life moment when I loved to hide in the closet. I don't need to do this anymore. I came out from the darkness and started writing. Please don't do anything to make me afraid to even write. Or else, I'd have to hide in the closet again.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
all need an Escaped
This is not an ordinary weekend. I was anxious in the beginning, relaxed along the way and wholesomely thankful at enclosure.
City people are busy and stressful lots. I have ascertained that all weekend are just like any regular weekend ~ lots of sleep and stay away from traffic rush at all cost.
This weekend, I am gifted with a 3D2N escaped at the Gardens Hotel Mid Valley. My baby is one and only awesome!
There was serene swim session followed with beer by the pool. Fantabulous. And
this short escaped recharges me so much more compared to a rushing tiring trip to any part of the world, domestically or not.
I didn't sleep early wake early kind of arrangement here. In fact I am enjoying my chilled Hoegaarden, overlooking the bustling city-- feeling thankful that amidst all these city stress, I am with someone that gives me utmost assurance that tomorrow will be a better day.
I am blessed, truly!
City people are busy and stressful lots. I have ascertained that all weekend are just like any regular weekend ~ lots of sleep and stay away from traffic rush at all cost.
This weekend, I am gifted with a 3D2N escaped at the Gardens Hotel Mid Valley. My baby is one and only awesome!
There was serene swim session followed with beer by the pool. Fantabulous. And
this short escaped recharges me so much more compared to a rushing tiring trip to any part of the world, domestically or not.
I didn't sleep early wake early kind of arrangement here. In fact I am enjoying my chilled Hoegaarden, overlooking the bustling city-- feeling thankful that amidst all these city stress, I am with someone that gives me utmost assurance that tomorrow will be a better day.
I am blessed, truly!
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