Driving. Leaving Plaza Sentral heading towards home. Okay, I knew that dumb curvy intersection leading to Chinese Assembly Hall will be dead jammed. So I'd rathexit at Jalan Pudu passing the Pudu Raya stretch.
Hey..surprizing! It's not jammed at all. Barely any obstacles along the way! Well, it was pouring cats and dogs, so I slowed down to 20-40km/h. No fret. I'm in control of the situation. Still no jammed until the third traffic lights. Ahead of me is Pudu Raya station...still not many cars...hmmm....
Okay, passing by Lee Yan Kean Surgery & Clinics...I feel weird. Eventhough it's raining heavily, I can see that the water level is rising as I stroll along. Ok..it's getting higher..and higher...it all happened so fast!
Gosh. i don't know what to do. I don't know if I should accelerate and brave the flooding road, or I should just pull over and wait until the water reside (as if it will at anytime soon). Nope, if I stay put, the water is only rising and rising until my car submerge into a pool of muddy water....arrgghhh...NOoooooooo!!
That was when I shouted, "Daddy Mommy Help Me...!!!!!!!!!!!" several times, real loud! I was squeezing the steering real hard, it could break at anytime. And mind you, I didn't stop shouting (or was it chanting?) "Daddy Mommy Help Me..!!!!"
Ok, I was dramatic. I was a drama queen. But I didn't care.
hey !!! There's another hero driver in front of me! He's braving the (flood?) and he accelerates through slowly. I should follow him! No. I MUST follow him. If he can make it, so can I. If he can't, then no harm drowning with a hunk, no?!??
Ok...he saved me. Or not, his presence saved me. His bravery saved me, indirectly.
As I re-told this incident to both my bags, they said he's the Bodhisattva that our Guardian Angel sent to guide me the way. Yea, I called for my parent's help, and Guardian Angels heard me. Or in fact, they are really the my Guardian Angels. 'They' are my parents. They are always here...Not somewhere else you pray to be at only when you die. You can find Nirvana just below your parent's feet.
Sadhu Sadhu Sadhu
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
last day of November 2011
So fast it's Wednesday already. And now, the end of Wednesday is fast approaching. There goes the last day of November 2011. Tomorrow will be the last month in 2011. Then gawd knows what happens next year...I wish you can hear me sigh now..~~~~~~
Daddy must be getting ready to board the flight to Japan. I'm happy for him. He always wanted to visit Japan; with Mom in fact. But no one knows what Mom must be thinking. She just refused, irregardless. But I'm convinced that they are both old enough (yes, very old indeed) to decide where and when to go places. I just wish a safe and enjoyable journey to Daddy, and may Guardian Angels be with him all the time. Miss you, Daddy...and come home in pinky health soon. Don't forget my Issey Miyake!
My mindfulness have been quite bad lately. I couldn't recall some of those things that matters to me. I always find myself writing notes on pieces of paper. Or using MyNote at htc to help me remember better. Like moment ago, I was searching high and low for my laptop adaptor. Gawd knows where was it. Downstairs, under the aquarium. I must have left it there when I used the laptop at the living room last ..... week. Yes, I forgot matters that just happened a week ago. And I'm not even 30 yet. Not so soon, at least.
Let's talk about age. I have been thinking what 30 should mean to me, personally. I don't know, I couldn't find a clue. Everythings seems to be changing each day, but I don't feel time flies. People around me still positively (and somehow unpleasant at times) impacting my living the same ol' way they did ten years back. I am still ME...except for a few fine lines erupting from the corner of my eyes. But am counting my blessing as I have accumulated those smiling lines too. I have been good. Not too bad. And that's it!?!? That's my 30 years passed? What about buying my own home and move out? What about get tie the knot like how most of friends my age does? Or what not...experience the wonders (and joys?) of pregnancy? Uh-Uhhh...No ...Hold me back. My imagination is sucking me to a grey anatomy deep in my mind.
If things are meant to be, it will eventually happen. At 30, I am no longer asking 'why'. I'd rather contemplate 'how'. Now I need a man whom can lead me to accomplish the 'how' direction. Why a man? I don't know and I never ask.
Daddy must be getting ready to board the flight to Japan. I'm happy for him. He always wanted to visit Japan; with Mom in fact. But no one knows what Mom must be thinking. She just refused, irregardless. But I'm convinced that they are both old enough (yes, very old indeed) to decide where and when to go places. I just wish a safe and enjoyable journey to Daddy, and may Guardian Angels be with him all the time. Miss you, Daddy...and come home in pinky health soon. Don't forget my Issey Miyake!
My mindfulness have been quite bad lately. I couldn't recall some of those things that matters to me. I always find myself writing notes on pieces of paper. Or using MyNote at htc to help me remember better. Like moment ago, I was searching high and low for my laptop adaptor. Gawd knows where was it. Downstairs, under the aquarium. I must have left it there when I used the laptop at the living room last ..... week. Yes, I forgot matters that just happened a week ago. And I'm not even 30 yet. Not so soon, at least.
Let's talk about age. I have been thinking what 30 should mean to me, personally. I don't know, I couldn't find a clue. Everythings seems to be changing each day, but I don't feel time flies. People around me still positively (and somehow unpleasant at times) impacting my living the same ol' way they did ten years back. I am still ME...except for a few fine lines erupting from the corner of my eyes. But am counting my blessing as I have accumulated those smiling lines too. I have been good. Not too bad. And that's it!?!? That's my 30 years passed? What about buying my own home and move out? What about get tie the knot like how most of friends my age does? Or what not...experience the wonders (and joys?) of pregnancy? Uh-Uhhh...No ...Hold me back. My imagination is sucking me to a grey anatomy deep in my mind.
If things are meant to be, it will eventually happen. At 30, I am no longer asking 'why'. I'd rather contemplate 'how'. Now I need a man whom can lead me to accomplish the 'how' direction. Why a man? I don't know and I never ask.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Bon Voyage, sweetie...
So, Dad and Mom are travelling miles to Australia now. A family trip consists of bags...Eldest Aunty, Fourth Aunty, Fifth Aunty, Cousin's family. Yea, don't sound very enticing for hot blood adults like me. I don't find a farm getaway fascinating. I'm not thrilled to see cows, or kangaroos or koala. Well, koala maybe. But not anything other than this fury huggies.
Of course, I'd prayed for their happy and safe journey along the way. Hope they all coordinate well there, and wish Daddy would enjoy himself too. He sorta complaint about this holiday, citing he's lazy to drive around at Perth. Ya...bags don't drive. But too late....he's gotta take it for Mom's sake.
Lucky I'd planned for another trip specially tailored for him end of this year. A trip so chillaxing that only food and lots of massages comes to mind. Yes, Bangkok! Ok ok...I cannot afford an Aussie's package, but at least I made Dad excited with a simple yet meaningful Asia sensation.
But anyway...I'm missing them now. It's good to have them nagging me about not nagging me enough....and I want my gift from Australia !!!!!!! I will look forward to 21st October 2011 so that I can nag them about missing them nagging me.
Love you, bags.
Of course, I'd prayed for their happy and safe journey along the way. Hope they all coordinate well there, and wish Daddy would enjoy himself too. He sorta complaint about this holiday, citing he's lazy to drive around at Perth. Ya...bags don't drive. But too late....he's gotta take it for Mom's sake.
Lucky I'd planned for another trip specially tailored for him end of this year. A trip so chillaxing that only food and lots of massages comes to mind. Yes, Bangkok! Ok ok...I cannot afford an Aussie's package, but at least I made Dad excited with a simple yet meaningful Asia sensation.
But anyway...I'm missing them now. It's good to have them nagging me about not nagging me enough....and I want my gift from Australia !!!!!!! I will look forward to 21st October 2011 so that I can nag them about missing them nagging me.
Love you, bags.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
There's no heaven above, not even Hell below
We were all talking about India at the dining hall last night. only Dad had the (unlucky) chance to visit India for a couple of times. Me and Carol were just having hear-says from friends and colleagues.
Dad said India is definitely not a pleasant country to visit. Not only there are the (infamous) slums area, and even the slums are obnoxious people. Dad's colleague ignored a kid's plea for shoe polishing service, and the kid returned a disgraceful act by throwing dungs to his pants. On a separate occasion, another kid (hmmm....also a slum) called Dad a bloody bastard because Dad refused to buy postcards from him. I don't know. Maybe they think they are poor enough (and are slums) to turn their anger to humiliate tourists.
Nevertheless, I know, and can feel their pain and sufferings too. Who wants to be born slum, called slum, and die as slum? Seriously, I don't know how this word 'slum' come about. I don't mean any disrespect or poking fun for writing this word repeatedly here. But, what other better word to address them, and even they made a movie calling themselves slum dogs?!?!?
Well, those are not the main points. I was mostly disheartened by the indescribable misery and torment they go through each day. I'd wonder if 24 hours feels like forever to them. They sleep on dirty mud, drinks cow's pee, salvaging food from rubbish dumps, slaughter pigs that feed on shit (to get pork)...OK I am losing my mind at this stage. O am thinking, there must be something very very wrong they had done in past life to be reborn at such state. Dad even convinces me that if there would be no after-world, India is just the right place to call a living hell. Real hell, you don't need to die knowing how it looks or feels like. Just get yourself a one way ticket to India.
Whether karma and reincarnation sounds inducing, you make your call.
Dad said India is definitely not a pleasant country to visit. Not only there are the (infamous) slums area, and even the slums are obnoxious people. Dad's colleague ignored a kid's plea for shoe polishing service, and the kid returned a disgraceful act by throwing dungs to his pants. On a separate occasion, another kid (hmmm....also a slum) called Dad a bloody bastard because Dad refused to buy postcards from him. I don't know. Maybe they think they are poor enough (and are slums) to turn their anger to humiliate tourists.
Nevertheless, I know, and can feel their pain and sufferings too. Who wants to be born slum, called slum, and die as slum? Seriously, I don't know how this word 'slum' come about. I don't mean any disrespect or poking fun for writing this word repeatedly here. But, what other better word to address them, and even they made a movie calling themselves slum dogs?!?!?
Well, those are not the main points. I was mostly disheartened by the indescribable misery and torment they go through each day. I'd wonder if 24 hours feels like forever to them. They sleep on dirty mud, drinks cow's pee, salvaging food from rubbish dumps, slaughter pigs that feed on shit (to get pork)...OK I am losing my mind at this stage. O am thinking, there must be something very very wrong they had done in past life to be reborn at such state. Dad even convinces me that if there would be no after-world, India is just the right place to call a living hell. Real hell, you don't need to die knowing how it looks or feels like. Just get yourself a one way ticket to India.
Whether karma and reincarnation sounds inducing, you make your call.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Nest-ed
It is very weird when someone says 'I don't like to go Home, because I feel better, at ease outside'. I thought a home is like a nest. A birdie's nest. That place where the baby birds squeaking (I thought birds chirp??) asking for food, and mommy bird comes home spitting undigested worms to feed the babies...??!!? Isn't that nice to hear, but gross to imagine?
Sifu was playing an online personality test game with me, and I could still remember her words to me. She said that I'm the kind of species that needs to go out, not stay at home. She says success awaits me outside, and I should explore. And I stared blankly at her, I thought you said I should be home? You...didn't?
I don't want to doubt any decisions made. Not me. I hardly got a chance to do that. I just want to feel at ease, home or not irregardless. I just don't want to feel bullied anymore, home or not irregardless. Not to be treated unfairly, but I've no time for any yellow shirt emotional craze. I just want anyone to learn that I have boundaries too, that I can and have to say NO at times when you are not respecting me. I need them to know I have an option, if not at home, then outside.
Yes, I have an option. What left is some guts to rebel, all over again. If only I want to do so...or need to do so.
Sifu was playing an online personality test game with me, and I could still remember her words to me. She said that I'm the kind of species that needs to go out, not stay at home. She says success awaits me outside, and I should explore. And I stared blankly at her, I thought you said I should be home? You...didn't?
I don't want to doubt any decisions made. Not me. I hardly got a chance to do that. I just want to feel at ease, home or not irregardless. I just don't want to feel bullied anymore, home or not irregardless. Not to be treated unfairly, but I've no time for any yellow shirt emotional craze. I just want anyone to learn that I have boundaries too, that I can and have to say NO at times when you are not respecting me. I need them to know I have an option, if not at home, then outside.
Yes, I have an option. What left is some guts to rebel, all over again. If only I want to do so...or need to do so.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Children are products from Reject Shop. They aren't perfect.
I would like to think (if merely thinking means denying)that I am not a family person. It is not easy to live a life under same roof with me. I am not a pleasant presence.
No matter how much I agree and support to filial peity, I think (means I am denying, again) that I am not a good daughter. Cos I can't seems to enjoy family life. I'd rather be alone most of the time, I almost wanted to say all the time. Undoubtedly there are those lonely times when I know nothing beats daddy's jokes or mom's cooking. Or even better, their unconditional love and concern with no bounderies. They are real flesh and blood. They are not (supposed) to be hypocrites. They are the only species that spreads unlimited aura of tender love and care.
Fingers crossed. I have never think that my parents doesn't love me. I know of the sacrifices and accomodation they have provided to me all these years. There's nothing wrong with them. It's ME. ME. ME. ME.
I want to have total silence when I needed to. And I can't tell them to shut up. I want to lie on the bed real bad. And I can't seems to forget they are waiting for me to brunch. I want to have some "thrills" in life. And I can't bear those worrying looks they are gonna have on their faces. I can't even handle heart attacks, anyway..So no....I can't be the one I want to be all the time cos I am staying with my family.
Unless if I am NOT staying with them, physically. Unless if I can't go distance, but yet am blessed with all the chances to be with them at those needed times, never afraid to regret should I be a little too late. Unless if I can pretend I don't love my parents at all. Unless....there's nothing less.
This is all so crap, you know. How's this smells different from bull's shit? Maybe he is right. I am a bad attitude person. I have bad temper. I am not easy to live with.
Why I care? Take it or leave it.
No matter how much I agree and support to filial peity, I think (means I am denying, again) that I am not a good daughter. Cos I can't seems to enjoy family life. I'd rather be alone most of the time, I almost wanted to say all the time. Undoubtedly there are those lonely times when I know nothing beats daddy's jokes or mom's cooking. Or even better, their unconditional love and concern with no bounderies. They are real flesh and blood. They are not (supposed) to be hypocrites. They are the only species that spreads unlimited aura of tender love and care.
Fingers crossed. I have never think that my parents doesn't love me. I know of the sacrifices and accomodation they have provided to me all these years. There's nothing wrong with them. It's ME. ME. ME. ME.
I want to have total silence when I needed to. And I can't tell them to shut up. I want to lie on the bed real bad. And I can't seems to forget they are waiting for me to brunch. I want to have some "thrills" in life. And I can't bear those worrying looks they are gonna have on their faces. I can't even handle heart attacks, anyway..So no....I can't be the one I want to be all the time cos I am staying with my family.
Unless if I am NOT staying with them, physically. Unless if I can't go distance, but yet am blessed with all the chances to be with them at those needed times, never afraid to regret should I be a little too late. Unless if I can pretend I don't love my parents at all. Unless....there's nothing less.
This is all so crap, you know. How's this smells different from bull's shit? Maybe he is right. I am a bad attitude person. I have bad temper. I am not easy to live with.
Why I care? Take it or leave it.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I am blessed, truly
This morning is a very eventful and enjoyable day. I was emotionally moved by the thoughtfulness from Dad. I told him about the good news, and I even jokingly said "Good things come in pairs!" beemingly. And he cheekily told me.....
"Actually I have discreetly spoke to Buddha, and asked Him to bless my daughter for a smooth sailing journey in her life, especially today. I even told Him that, please let my daughter to be happy and doing the things that she likes"
And, I was choked by my own tears at Suria KLCC upon hearing this. It was so close to heart, so touching, so Daddy...
P/S to Dad: I will hope and do my best, and if the offer materialize...let's party!
"Actually I have discreetly spoke to Buddha, and asked Him to bless my daughter for a smooth sailing journey in her life, especially today. I even told Him that, please let my daughter to be happy and doing the things that she likes"
And, I was choked by my own tears at Suria KLCC upon hearing this. It was so close to heart, so touching, so Daddy...
P/S to Dad: I will hope and do my best, and if the offer materialize...let's party!
Monday, March 28, 2011
women's war again...!
I've received an international call, without indication of the caller's details. Once I uttered "hulloo..?" , I heard Joyce Ho from the other line. First thing that crossed my mind was, something happened at home?
No. And yes, again.
Same ol' kind of complaints, same ol' kind of argument. Mom stepped her tails, she feels agitated. Hotline to call: 1800-yenny-ho-000
Bravo. Both important ladies of my life are striking war again. This time, it's about the LCD television. Joyce wanted to give us a 32" LCD tv, even though it is second handed but still new due to minimal usage. It was used by Wayne's PS3 craze, and since he didn't concentrate on his school homework, the gaming is banned at home. Apparently, Wilson got a way in getting another unit of LCD, and decided to give the extra unit to my Home. Nice of him, too.
And my hero Mom nicely tell people off by doubting if the TV is indeed an old junk, something the Soon's family trying to get rid of. Well, I didn't really hear the way Mom says it, but according to Joyce; it hurt her cos Mom was asking as if she's treating home a garbage spot.
I have no idea who to side, and I definitely DO NOT CARE who should I side. This kind of women's war crying foul is happening too many times and I am deliberately sick of it. No one's at full fault, and no one is holy right.
GOSH! Spare me from these earthling's fight. Sadhu.
No. And yes, again.
Same ol' kind of complaints, same ol' kind of argument. Mom stepped her tails, she feels agitated. Hotline to call: 1800-yenny-ho-000
Bravo. Both important ladies of my life are striking war again. This time, it's about the LCD television. Joyce wanted to give us a 32" LCD tv, even though it is second handed but still new due to minimal usage. It was used by Wayne's PS3 craze, and since he didn't concentrate on his school homework, the gaming is banned at home. Apparently, Wilson got a way in getting another unit of LCD, and decided to give the extra unit to my Home. Nice of him, too.
And my hero Mom nicely tell people off by doubting if the TV is indeed an old junk, something the Soon's family trying to get rid of. Well, I didn't really hear the way Mom says it, but according to Joyce; it hurt her cos Mom was asking as if she's treating home a garbage spot.
I have no idea who to side, and I definitely DO NOT CARE who should I side. This kind of women's war crying foul is happening too many times and I am deliberately sick of it. No one's at full fault, and no one is holy right.
GOSH! Spare me from these earthling's fight. Sadhu.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
21 days : trial
I am officially home for 3 weeks now. Uhmmm, around same time last year, I took 3 weeks' off from work to "holiday" at home too. I could still remember, it was my transition period from Caspo Inc to Stellent Corp. I was so stressed out with Caspo, and it was difficult to decide if I can (want) to make things anew with Stellent. Of which, I did.....and almost a year after the incident, here I am giving up on Stellent Corp.
Well, I can't terribly say giving up because this departure is less political from Caspo's divergence. This time, I am leaving Stellent for the settlement of family affairs. I am home mostly because SuperDad and SuperMom wants (needs) me to be home with them. And also sadly, I could hardly foresee any interesting reason to stay put with Stellent's immature management team.
Those 3 amazing weeks I had in year 2010 (which I took as holiday after resigning from Caspo) was totally hell different compares to this 3 weeks (and many more weeks) I'm having now at home.
I am struggling as hard as I can to renew my living habits now. This is such strange and foreign feeling which I am not supposed to have! This is home, and yet I am not at ease. I feel like a stranger to the full package of living at home! WT Crap!?!?
I have been very upset lately. A part of my concience is blaming the failure of loving home, and another side of me shouts for more personal (I mean P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L!!) space and time. It feels like lost of identity now. I have to follow other's time table, I have to acknowledge new routines, I have to obey new rules! Like I am even forced to eat, even though I am not hungry. And if I don't eat, I'd be tagged as weird. Or they would feel that I am trying to distance myself. Something like that. HUH ?!?!?! Excuse me?
This is a very mutual problem. I was never given such "special" attention if I didn't work abroad. Maybe they missed the feeling of taking good good good CARE of me. They felt there were so many things not done in 2 years time, and now it's payback! In addition, my resentment would not be this supreme if I didn't enjoyed total freedom while working abroad. So, this ultimatum clash is ... mutual. Ok, I can definitely feel better when I am thinking and analyzing it from this angle.
See... this is how I survived these 21 days. I have to be (forcefully) positive and practical. There's not a split nano-second allowed to think of unnecessary things. I am HOME, and this is HOME. There will be no where better than HOME.
Come to this, why don't I start a HOME myself....? Like starting a family? So I can make my own time table, routines and rules?
Hmmmm......
Well, I can't terribly say giving up because this departure is less political from Caspo's divergence. This time, I am leaving Stellent for the settlement of family affairs. I am home mostly because SuperDad and SuperMom wants (needs) me to be home with them. And also sadly, I could hardly foresee any interesting reason to stay put with Stellent's immature management team.
Those 3 amazing weeks I had in year 2010 (which I took as holiday after resigning from Caspo) was totally hell different compares to this 3 weeks (and many more weeks) I'm having now at home.
I am struggling as hard as I can to renew my living habits now. This is such strange and foreign feeling which I am not supposed to have! This is home, and yet I am not at ease. I feel like a stranger to the full package of living at home! WT Crap!?!?
I have been very upset lately. A part of my concience is blaming the failure of loving home, and another side of me shouts for more personal (I mean P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L!!) space and time. It feels like lost of identity now. I have to follow other's time table, I have to acknowledge new routines, I have to obey new rules! Like I am even forced to eat, even though I am not hungry. And if I don't eat, I'd be tagged as weird. Or they would feel that I am trying to distance myself. Something like that. HUH ?!?!?! Excuse me?
This is a very mutual problem. I was never given such "special" attention if I didn't work abroad. Maybe they missed the feeling of taking good good good CARE of me. They felt there were so many things not done in 2 years time, and now it's payback! In addition, my resentment would not be this supreme if I didn't enjoyed total freedom while working abroad. So, this ultimatum clash is ... mutual. Ok, I can definitely feel better when I am thinking and analyzing it from this angle.
See... this is how I survived these 21 days. I have to be (forcefully) positive and practical. There's not a split nano-second allowed to think of unnecessary things. I am HOME, and this is HOME. There will be no where better than HOME.
Come to this, why don't I start a HOME myself....? Like starting a family? So I can make my own time table, routines and rules?
Hmmmm......
Sunday, February 20, 2011
18th February of 2011
Loads of well wishes from friends or acquaintances were tagged to me at Facebook. A few close buddies even text-ed me directly to my phone, making the bonds much sweeter and of course, closer. Family members called, saying this should be the last birthday celebration away from home. The fact that I didn't spend my birthday at home for 2 years, startled me.
Time goes THAT fast??? Yes, admit it YennyHO...you are at your last twenties. And the BIG-3 is coming in. Boo-Hoo...
Despite all great lines of "Have a blast on your Bday" or "Enjoy your day to the max!" kind of wishes, I was practically and realistically spending my Birthday-29 at home. To be precise, on the bed. Alone.
Down with throat inflammation and fever, doctor gave me a day of MC with much mercy. Urrghh...medicine again...but in order to recover asap, I've got to take the call. Or else, suffer the pain - NO WAY!
I still got my birthday cake, and blown the candles away. Muuk got a rectangle shaped (so odd!) chocolate cake over...and I chocked myself happily with it. Earlier, all I had was pancake with syrup and congee. It was only complete when I got that choco on my tastebuds again! I love d cake ! And love u too, Muuk ! You made my (helpless) birthday special again !
And JoyceHO told me Dad's eyesight needs a specialist's attention too. Dad is seeing sparks of line whenever he's in a dark room/place. When JoyceHO replied saying nothing is too scary...it took my worries away. Will follow up on this when I get home soon.
Well...there goes the special day. And deep in my heart...every birthday reminds me of the labor pain Mom had gone through for me. And for that, I should thank her instead, she should deserve the Happy Birthday wishes much more than I should. Love U SinMee...
Time goes THAT fast??? Yes, admit it YennyHO...you are at your last twenties. And the BIG-3 is coming in. Boo-Hoo...
Despite all great lines of "Have a blast on your Bday" or "Enjoy your day to the max!" kind of wishes, I was practically and realistically spending my Birthday-29 at home. To be precise, on the bed. Alone.
Down with throat inflammation and fever, doctor gave me a day of MC with much mercy. Urrghh...medicine again...but in order to recover asap, I've got to take the call. Or else, suffer the pain - NO WAY!
I still got my birthday cake, and blown the candles away. Muuk got a rectangle shaped (so odd!) chocolate cake over...and I chocked myself happily with it. Earlier, all I had was pancake with syrup and congee. It was only complete when I got that choco on my tastebuds again! I love d cake ! And love u too, Muuk ! You made my (helpless) birthday special again !
And JoyceHO told me Dad's eyesight needs a specialist's attention too. Dad is seeing sparks of line whenever he's in a dark room/place. When JoyceHO replied saying nothing is too scary...it took my worries away. Will follow up on this when I get home soon.
Well...there goes the special day. And deep in my heart...every birthday reminds me of the labor pain Mom had gone through for me. And for that, I should thank her instead, she should deserve the Happy Birthday wishes much more than I should. Love U SinMee...
Monday, January 31, 2011
Amazing Hong Kong!
Amazing....and tiring.
It was chilly cold at 8°C lowest. Well it wasn't so cold as if it snowed, but cold enough to make us all wear extra clothings. We missed the CNY marketplace at Victoria Park, as we were a week too early. We didn't have the chance to taste all HK popular delicacies. I don't agree that all food at HK tastes superb anyway. Like the Polo Bun...not extremely yummy. Maybe we didn't find the best shop tho. Other than that, it was all great and nice.
Dad was happy. Mom was exhausted. Gary & Carol was satisfied. Yen was blessed. Good trip.
It was chilly cold at 8°C lowest. Well it wasn't so cold as if it snowed, but cold enough to make us all wear extra clothings. We missed the CNY marketplace at Victoria Park, as we were a week too early. We didn't have the chance to taste all HK popular delicacies. I don't agree that all food at HK tastes superb anyway. Like the Polo Bun...not extremely yummy. Maybe we didn't find the best shop tho. Other than that, it was all great and nice.
Dad was happy. Mom was exhausted. Gary & Carol was satisfied. Yen was blessed. Good trip.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
SuperDad's dream come true
I was HOME safely, utmost appreciation and thankfulness to all well wishes and blessings from the Triple Gems.....Thanks Buddha, the Guardian Angel.
I am not only HOME. I will be blessed with the ability to make Dad's dream come true tomorrow. A family trip to Hong Kong for Chinese New Year shopping.
All necessities, check. Pinky health, check. Family bond, check.
Time do pass very quickly when happiness is evolving. But it's worth the wait.
I am not only HOME. I will be blessed with the ability to make Dad's dream come true tomorrow. A family trip to Hong Kong for Chinese New Year shopping.
All necessities, check. Pinky health, check. Family bond, check.
Time do pass very quickly when happiness is evolving. But it's worth the wait.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
16th Jan is the day!
I have talked about a time to put all the hideous & tedious work aside. I have whined about getting away from all the hypocrites and drama queens and have a peaceful life. I have promised Super Dad and Super Mom that there will be a day when the whole family will get a chance to visit Hong Kong per-CNY together.
I have said it. I will materialize it.
Tomorrow is the day when perfection is almost perfect, in its most natural and contented form. A day when all dream's come true. A day full of love and life.
I have said it. I will materialize it.
Tomorrow is the day when perfection is almost perfect, in its most natural and contented form. A day when all dream's come true. A day full of love and life.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
my child-like SuperParents
Dad Mom made me worried today. Dad told me he is not in good shape via skype, and it scared the hell out of me.
Our family favorite, home-cooked yong tau foo cracked a bad joke with Dad last Tuesday. Mom used fresh fish mixed with grounded pork as the yong tau foo paste. And she didn't ground the pork herself, she got it from the market. And so, the pork were certainly not grounded very well, and a small sharp piece of porky bone were left unseen. Dad must be eating greedily, and chewed too fast. That damn porky bone landed between his tooth and gum. The shock left his gum to loosen grip of the tooth, but that is not the worst yet. Blood were rushing out like volcanic eruption, and Carol was traumatized by it. Well, maybe almost traumatized.
Hmm...Dad was rushed to the dentist. The dentist treated him properly, and some follow ups are required. Impact is, Dad might loose his tooth. His well guarded property for so many years...he begged the dentist to "keep" his tooth intact anyway possible. Just like a kid telling mommy he doesn't want to take medicine unless given a candy.
And my queen Mommy....is down with flu + cough + sore throat for almost 10 days already. And yet, she cautioned Joyce not to tell me, afraid that I might worry about her unnecessarily. Now I know about it, and yes, I am worried. But it is totally necessary. You see, there have been many cases of mutated flu/cold viruses lately. It's a global thingy. Maybe the weather changed and thus mutated the viral activities. Or it's just part of human advancements that pushes viruses and bugs to advance too. But whoever that has those symptoms for more than 5 days, not curable by medicines of norm -- must get further checks by specialists. And so do Mom..!
I knew about it when I called home to ask her about Dad. Cos Dad was just skype-ing me, and I didn't get full details from him. Once she picked the call, she didn't stop coughing. And yet, she reassured me that she is OK. Yeah...rite. She thinks she's a 3 year old telling Mommy it wasn't her stealing candies from the fridge.
At this point of time, I realized two major cross-overs in my life (at current stage):
1. I finally understand why would I make my parents upset and worry about me whenever I am not doing as they told. Insecurities and inability to take control over the safety of a loved one is worrying. They want the best for me, and they worry that I am not getting the best. Just the same feeling I have now. They are not in good shape, and I am not having control over ensuring that they get the best attention. And thus, I am worried. And the more I worry about them, and still not able to do anything about it...I get upset too.
2. Parents, as they age...are just like kids. They spent their whole life thinking they get good hold of every situation within the family like providing the necessities to me, nurturing me...give it all. Little did they know, they do cross path one day, when they should sit down and relax. Cos it's my turn to ensure they are taken good care of. To shield them from vulnerabilities, and assure them that they are as precious & magical like how I was to them.
Dad manja me again just now. He insisted to hear my voice before going to bed, and sms-ed me to call him after work. I was in a middle of moronic meeting, but once I saw that message, I called the meeting off. I told the morons to go home, take a shower, call your loved ones, and be back to work tomorrow & submit a damn process charting then. I want to call it a day. Cos I have someone waiting for me to wish him good nite, sweet dreams, sleep tight & metta.........
Our family favorite, home-cooked yong tau foo cracked a bad joke with Dad last Tuesday. Mom used fresh fish mixed with grounded pork as the yong tau foo paste. And she didn't ground the pork herself, she got it from the market. And so, the pork were certainly not grounded very well, and a small sharp piece of porky bone were left unseen. Dad must be eating greedily, and chewed too fast. That damn porky bone landed between his tooth and gum. The shock left his gum to loosen grip of the tooth, but that is not the worst yet. Blood were rushing out like volcanic eruption, and Carol was traumatized by it. Well, maybe almost traumatized.
Hmm...Dad was rushed to the dentist. The dentist treated him properly, and some follow ups are required. Impact is, Dad might loose his tooth. His well guarded property for so many years...he begged the dentist to "keep" his tooth intact anyway possible. Just like a kid telling mommy he doesn't want to take medicine unless given a candy.
And my queen Mommy....is down with flu + cough + sore throat for almost 10 days already. And yet, she cautioned Joyce not to tell me, afraid that I might worry about her unnecessarily. Now I know about it, and yes, I am worried. But it is totally necessary. You see, there have been many cases of mutated flu/cold viruses lately. It's a global thingy. Maybe the weather changed and thus mutated the viral activities. Or it's just part of human advancements that pushes viruses and bugs to advance too. But whoever that has those symptoms for more than 5 days, not curable by medicines of norm -- must get further checks by specialists. And so do Mom..!
I knew about it when I called home to ask her about Dad. Cos Dad was just skype-ing me, and I didn't get full details from him. Once she picked the call, she didn't stop coughing. And yet, she reassured me that she is OK. Yeah...rite. She thinks she's a 3 year old telling Mommy it wasn't her stealing candies from the fridge.
At this point of time, I realized two major cross-overs in my life (at current stage):
1. I finally understand why would I make my parents upset and worry about me whenever I am not doing as they told. Insecurities and inability to take control over the safety of a loved one is worrying. They want the best for me, and they worry that I am not getting the best. Just the same feeling I have now. They are not in good shape, and I am not having control over ensuring that they get the best attention. And thus, I am worried. And the more I worry about them, and still not able to do anything about it...I get upset too.
2. Parents, as they age...are just like kids. They spent their whole life thinking they get good hold of every situation within the family like providing the necessities to me, nurturing me...give it all. Little did they know, they do cross path one day, when they should sit down and relax. Cos it's my turn to ensure they are taken good care of. To shield them from vulnerabilities, and assure them that they are as precious & magical like how I was to them.
Dad manja me again just now. He insisted to hear my voice before going to bed, and sms-ed me to call him after work. I was in a middle of moronic meeting, but once I saw that message, I called the meeting off. I told the morons to go home, take a shower, call your loved ones, and be back to work tomorrow & submit a damn process charting then. I want to call it a day. Cos I have someone waiting for me to wish him good nite, sweet dreams, sleep tight & metta.........
Monday, October 11, 2010
I've been thinking...
I wonder how's the weather at Home now. I wonder if Dad and Mom are sleeping like the same position I saw them sleeping in that 2 weeks. I wonder, if I should wonder, How much are they thinking about me.
I had very short conversation with Dad via msn like last week. I told Dad that I was thinking about him and Mom that very afternoon, and he came online just to chat a few lines of wisdom words with me.
Like last Monday, I went out for a late (very late) dinner with colleagues at Brogus. Right after that outing, I went home with a very heavy heart. I knew I was afraid of something, which I have no idea what exactly it was. My heart was just pounding for the whole night, and I had to shrug it off in order to sleep.
And on Friday night, I've got a couple of missed call from Dad's handphone while I was away for a meeting. I called back, Dad asked if I've called Mom many times, because Mom's handphone got 10 over missed calls from an international number. They thought of me naturally, worried sick. Of course I hadn't, but I tried to build another conversation with them, but the line got bad. It was like less than taking-5.
And again, I've been thinking about them there after. I saw that Frances Yip's having a Charity Concert at KL soon. I thought if I should get the tickets for them for Dad's coming birthday. But I just didn't have the courage to do so. As I was munching on my Burger King today, it struck me to ring them up for casual talks, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to get my damn phone out.
I've been thinking...if I should call, I should call when I'm ready. And by getting ready means getting all my senses ready, and not just call for the sake of calling.
Maybe I've been tired at work lately. Therefore, I've been thinking, I don't want to do something for the sake of doing it. I'm already enough fake at work. Not with my parents.
And so, I've been thinking..
I had very short conversation with Dad via msn like last week. I told Dad that I was thinking about him and Mom that very afternoon, and he came online just to chat a few lines of wisdom words with me.
Like last Monday, I went out for a late (very late) dinner with colleagues at Brogus. Right after that outing, I went home with a very heavy heart. I knew I was afraid of something, which I have no idea what exactly it was. My heart was just pounding for the whole night, and I had to shrug it off in order to sleep.
And on Friday night, I've got a couple of missed call from Dad's handphone while I was away for a meeting. I called back, Dad asked if I've called Mom many times, because Mom's handphone got 10 over missed calls from an international number. They thought of me naturally, worried sick. Of course I hadn't, but I tried to build another conversation with them, but the line got bad. It was like less than taking-5.
And again, I've been thinking about them there after. I saw that Frances Yip's having a Charity Concert at KL soon. I thought if I should get the tickets for them for Dad's coming birthday. But I just didn't have the courage to do so. As I was munching on my Burger King today, it struck me to ring them up for casual talks, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to get my damn phone out.
I've been thinking...if I should call, I should call when I'm ready. And by getting ready means getting all my senses ready, and not just call for the sake of calling.
Maybe I've been tired at work lately. Therefore, I've been thinking, I don't want to do something for the sake of doing it. I'm already enough fake at work. Not with my parents.
And so, I've been thinking..
Thursday, September 30, 2010
my Sis - In - Law!
Thinking back, I had my full 7 days fully dedicated to Mr. & Mrs. Ho Jr. I mean that Gary Ho and Carol Choo. And I couldn't believe it either, I really love my sis-in-law. True, I don't really know her as a person and we hardly got chance to talk really deep thoughts. But all senses of togetherness is already pouring in. I don't care if she is shy, or she's got this eagerness to mop the floor (like Joyce HO), or she loves to fork the bill (like Clement HO).....u see u see....she has got some of the Ho's genes in her way too soon! And this is what I want to announce as FAMILY.
Life will never be the same when jovial things like this happens. My relationship with Gary improved and hopes it will still be improving. We talked, and wish there will be more subject flowing in coming days. And, take a peep at how happy my old bags are....I think equally happy (or even more) than having a daughter in law!
I need to repeat myself again -- I have had my blessings. It was tremendous happiness. Really.
The wedding luncheon went very smoothly. Everyone played their part with utmost cooperation and coordination. (yeah, not interested to record some of not-so-satisfied performance given by certain immature fella during the big day). Of course, HO family is always in steady mode when such professional and highly skilled Events Manager *"*ahem*"* --- ME --- is available to ensure all goes well. Yes, you may applause now.
After a week of challenging chores to ensure full blast of fun on the BIG Day, everyone was almost K.O. SuperDad SuperMom and SuperGirl all slept like real babies the next day. But all tiredness were swept aside when Gary brought Carol home on Sunday morning....
I place the rest of stories to an epic of happily-ever-after...
Life will never be the same when jovial things like this happens. My relationship with Gary improved and hopes it will still be improving. We talked, and wish there will be more subject flowing in coming days. And, take a peep at how happy my old bags are....I think equally happy (or even more) than having a daughter in law!
I need to repeat myself again -- I have had my blessings. It was tremendous happiness. Really.
The wedding luncheon went very smoothly. Everyone played their part with utmost cooperation and coordination. (yeah, not interested to record some of not-so-satisfied performance given by certain immature fella during the big day). Of course, HO family is always in steady mode when such professional and highly skilled Events Manager *"*ahem*"* --- ME --- is available to ensure all goes well. Yes, you may applause now.
After a week of challenging chores to ensure full blast of fun on the BIG Day, everyone was almost K.O. SuperDad SuperMom and SuperGirl all slept like real babies the next day. But all tiredness were swept aside when Gary brought Carol home on Sunday morning....
I place the rest of stories to an epic of happily-ever-after...
Sunday, September 26, 2010
checking in~ Easton Place
There goes my 2 weeks excitement and thrilling encounters at home. As said, I have had my blessings from the Triple Gems, and the Guardian Angels have been very very kind and loving to me, my family and friends...
Of course, I have a number of subjects to update here at my personal space. But coming back to Manila feels like a big big hangover~ I don't know why. Let me get over with this restlessness, so I can fill up my pages with some very very touching and close to hearts encounters way back HOME.
and yes, I will be HOME soon.
Of course, I have a number of subjects to update here at my personal space. But coming back to Manila feels like a big big hangover~ I don't know why. Let me get over with this restlessness, so I can fill up my pages with some very very touching and close to hearts encounters way back HOME.
and yes, I will be HOME soon.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I've got my blessings!
It has been almost 24 hours since I'm home. I've seen SuperDad n SuperMom...so pinky health, still as naggy...still so SUPER. I spoke to Bro, it was a little awkward, but heaven knows how much efforts I've given in. Soon Family is doing very well too. Joyce got a better secured job and Wilson will be promoted. Wayne, still naughty but still in one piece. Leo..I don't understand why this toy poodle isn't toy anymore. He's growing bigger and the jumpsuit I bought him, nearly couldn't fit!
Overall...I know Guardian Angels have been keeping an eye (or both) on my Family. That's why I learned about contentment today. I feel so blessed while having them around me, and I know this is called true happiness.
Overall...I know Guardian Angels have been keeping an eye (or both) on my Family. That's why I learned about contentment today. I feel so blessed while having them around me, and I know this is called true happiness.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
here comes HOME!
There...there....I have been busy as a bee; free like a bird. I have hated enough to make me lost control and I have loved so much it felt angelic. I have cursed enough, but could still remember the importance of a good pat on the back.
Many scenarios happened, many feelings remixed. All these that happened at Makati are gonna wrap up for awhile now, because Yenny is leaving you -- to be HOME!
A loud loud arrrgggghhhhh.......I AM FINALLY HOME!!! is what you people at 27 Jln Jaya 3A gonna hear!
It will be so much fun. So much love.
Many scenarios happened, many feelings remixed. All these that happened at Makati are gonna wrap up for awhile now, because Yenny is leaving you -- to be HOME!
A loud loud arrrgggghhhhh.......I AM FINALLY HOME!!! is what you people at 27 Jln Jaya 3A gonna hear!
It will be so much fun. So much love.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Gary & Carol ROM
Finally, Carol is Mrs. Ho today. And of course, automatically she is my Sis-In-Law too. Funnily, she requested me not to bully her from today onwards. I told her "You'd better be giving me cute nephew / niece very soon. Or else, I will bug you non-stop"
Most of the key persons attended to their Rom at Putrajaya this very early morning. Dad said they got to be there by 8AM. Surely, everyone reached on time, and had a very good morning throughout.
Dad said all will be perfect if I was there too....
No fret, I will be HOME during their Chinese tradition wedding ... and I guarantee everyone some very very very delightful & heart-warming events.
Most of the key persons attended to their Rom at Putrajaya this very early morning. Dad said they got to be there by 8AM. Surely, everyone reached on time, and had a very good morning throughout.
Dad said all will be perfect if I was there too....
No fret, I will be HOME during their Chinese tradition wedding ... and I guarantee everyone some very very very delightful & heart-warming events.
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