As I gazed up the night sky, so many galactic stars! I looked away, and gazed again, they are still there. They are blinking telling me they won't leave me alone on a night like this. But I really wish they go away...dark gloomy skies filled with stars. Bad premonition, it shows you are...empty inside ( the dark gloomy part) ecstatic outsie ( those twinkies, what else?!?)
I blamed it on those medicines. I'm on drugs lately. Ohh yeah.. antibiotics, antivirus,anti inflammation,painkillers..you name it I've got it. I don't recall all kinds of sickness I have...uterus minor disallocation, chest congestion, skin psoriasis, slip disc at most recent..do I sound enough sicko already?
I don't care. There isn't anything that can practically scare the hell out of me anymore. Before this health issue, let's mention -- Car accidents I've got it too!! Voila, that makes me the most erm...Survived Jinx in da World? Thank u thank u..
Ageing is definitely not an issue either. I've just reached the big 3 in a simple, quiet, chillaxing way -- just the pefect way I wanted it. See?? I don't need celebrations too and I survived!!
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger -- who's who philosopher.
What doesn't kill you instantly makes you die a slower death -- Yennyho.
Life is too predictable when you reach a certain age. Unless you climb Mount Everest up and down everyday or eat maggots for fun...I can't find anything more amusingly exciting.
But, simplicity is true happiness. I may sound like a pessimist seeing the glass half empty, but I didn't complain why is the glass not full either. I may sound like suicidal having not much passion in life, but I don't need raging temper to keep life going on.
I am such because, as I gazed up the dark gloomy sky I see those stars. Main point is, i still have the time to push my chin up and look up high. There are so many out there, who seemed to have the most happening lifestlye, advancing career, delicious cash account, all that glitz & glamour -- had missed the chance to stop a little while, and enjoy the dark but meteoric skies. I didn't have all that yet, but i see stars. I see You.
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
a note for love
Wow, this gotta be the most romantic love letter I've ever shared..
Dear hubby,
It's good thing you didn't let me fetch you to the airport tonight. I was crying along the journey home. I wonder how bad it would be if I'd need to endure the pain if i had to see you leave at departure hall...
Like said, I was weeping like your baby on the way home. As I stopped at the junction, I remember the jokes we made. When the traffic light turns red, and I pushes the gear to neutral, it feels like how I used to help you release the gear when you drive me around town. As the songs play, I could hear you singing along too..How I love your off-tune...There are still countless of things that made my spirits weaken. I wanted to give all this up and decide never to continue this journey without you..
But you know I won't. I braved myself to continue accelerating, knowing although this is tough, but never alone. Togetherness is bliss, and I'm blessed to be given a chance to learn about life with you.
Hubby, I don't worry about how much wealth you will find for me, I don't care if there will be any treasure presented to me upon your return. I only wish that you will be healthy at body, mind and soul..every moment. I hope too you will enjoy life and see this world as a beautiful place like how you have taught me about life. I pray that your days will be blessed and all interesting moments mesmerizing you...always.
Love,
Your life partner
Gosh. I love simplicity. Especially in love.
Dear hubby,
It's good thing you didn't let me fetch you to the airport tonight. I was crying along the journey home. I wonder how bad it would be if I'd need to endure the pain if i had to see you leave at departure hall...
Like said, I was weeping like your baby on the way home. As I stopped at the junction, I remember the jokes we made. When the traffic light turns red, and I pushes the gear to neutral, it feels like how I used to help you release the gear when you drive me around town. As the songs play, I could hear you singing along too..How I love your off-tune...There are still countless of things that made my spirits weaken. I wanted to give all this up and decide never to continue this journey without you..
But you know I won't. I braved myself to continue accelerating, knowing although this is tough, but never alone. Togetherness is bliss, and I'm blessed to be given a chance to learn about life with you.
Hubby, I don't worry about how much wealth you will find for me, I don't care if there will be any treasure presented to me upon your return. I only wish that you will be healthy at body, mind and soul..every moment. I hope too you will enjoy life and see this world as a beautiful place like how you have taught me about life. I pray that your days will be blessed and all interesting moments mesmerizing you...always.
Love,
Your life partner
Gosh. I love simplicity. Especially in love.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
It was lust!
Most of my cravings are lust. Yes, they are just plain unreasonable lust....
I must have a very straight forward childhood. I have all basic necessities. I may even have more icing on my piece of cake compared to other kids. But that wasn't enough to spoil me. I was thought to stand tall with dignity on my feet, and earn things that I want to have. Obstacles I may have too few, because I usually get things I want, or strive to have. That's why...I always thought I get things when I deliberately ask nicely to have it.
This the reason I don't know why there are certain things I don't get in life. Like...recognition. Dad taught me, there must be a reason for everything to happen as it is. That's call gravity, but it's also life as it is. So, I don't get it when people say No to me. Which part of Yes don't they understand, here?
I am just like that annoying kid screaming on my decaying lungs wanting daddy to buy me that colorful lollipop hanging on the shelf. I have no idea how that sticky candy will taste like. I may not even like the taste of it after all. But I just feel I want to have that candy. Because deep in my head, I think I deserve that candy. I think I'd be happier once I have it. That's all....That is all....Why can't I?
But now...I didn't have that infamous candy...No matter how I tried my best...I didn't have it. I have been thinking nuts why...but I just let the opportunity passes me by.
If I have the chance again. If you will hear me say again. If you will believe my sincerity once more. I love you, lollipop!
But like I said...this is lust. Not love. I still don't understand how does a lollipop taste like. That's why. I may not even need that lollipop. It's ok, yen...this will pass. Take deep breather. It's lust. Not love.
I must have a very straight forward childhood. I have all basic necessities. I may even have more icing on my piece of cake compared to other kids. But that wasn't enough to spoil me. I was thought to stand tall with dignity on my feet, and earn things that I want to have. Obstacles I may have too few, because I usually get things I want, or strive to have. That's why...I always thought I get things when I deliberately ask nicely to have it.
This the reason I don't know why there are certain things I don't get in life. Like...recognition. Dad taught me, there must be a reason for everything to happen as it is. That's call gravity, but it's also life as it is. So, I don't get it when people say No to me. Which part of Yes don't they understand, here?
I am just like that annoying kid screaming on my decaying lungs wanting daddy to buy me that colorful lollipop hanging on the shelf. I have no idea how that sticky candy will taste like. I may not even like the taste of it after all. But I just feel I want to have that candy. Because deep in my head, I think I deserve that candy. I think I'd be happier once I have it. That's all....That is all....Why can't I?
But now...I didn't have that infamous candy...No matter how I tried my best...I didn't have it. I have been thinking nuts why...but I just let the opportunity passes me by.
If I have the chance again. If you will hear me say again. If you will believe my sincerity once more. I love you, lollipop!
But like I said...this is lust. Not love. I still don't understand how does a lollipop taste like. That's why. I may not even need that lollipop. It's ok, yen...this will pass. Take deep breather. It's lust. Not love.
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.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
so much love for Selina and Diong
It's princess Selina and Ah Diong wedding today. For this, princess S releases a song to all for the very first time after the freaky accident. The song 任家萱 Selina – 谢谢你们 爱我的每个人.....a very beautiful song just like her.
At this moment, I think God must have also spent a little more time on her. She's bestowed with boundless entertainment talent paired with world's greates BFFs and soulmate Hebe and Ella. Then she's got great dad and mom, eventhough her sister do sometimes acta little weird when I see her on tv.
And girls must be so green in jealousy when Diong confesses love at the concert.....it felt like real fairytale comes true. But boompphh...our (fans) world gone dark and gloomy about the accident. Many gone fiery and cursed the director and other movie crews for neglected safety measures. I was neutral, eventhough it's painful to know she's put to such test.
But admist any aggravating endeavor, God was just trying to prove to us how real love should exist, and who is the lucky one to savor it. And He had chosen Selina among so many others.
We no longer complain or resent now. In fact, we are more than happy to see her in wedding gown, getting married, Something we know Selina loved to do most once in a lifetime. As for me, it is most touching to know people are happy for you, and knowing there are thousands out there loving you is such great bonus. So yes, God must have spent more time on her. Metta.
痛 在 眼 中 变 成 泪 在 心 中 变 成 灰
tòng zài yǎn zhōng biàn chéng lèi zài xīn zhōng biàn chéng huī
没 有 什 麽 能 安 慰
méi yǒu shén me néng ān wèi
怕 被 时 间 变 成 累 被 想 像 变 成 悲
pà bèi shí jiān biàn chéng lèi bèi xiǎng xiàng biàn chéng bēi
希 望 都 被 粉 碎
xī wàng dōu bèi fěn suì
不 安 有 时 会 崩 溃 有 时 会 怨 怼
bù ān yǒu shí huì bēng kuì yǒu shí huì yuàn duì
好 像 怎 麽 对 待 都 不 对
hǎo xiàng zěn me duì dài dōu bú duì
看 得 出 你 隐 藏 多 少 的 疲 惫
kàn dé chū nǐ yǐn cáng duō shǎo de pí bèi
却 还 是 坚 持 着 爱 不 断 加 倍
què hái shì jiān chí zhe ài bú duàn jiā bèi
让 我 感 动 也 让 我 愧 对
ràng wǒ gǎn dòng yě ràng wǒ kuì duì
谢 谢 你 们 爱 我 的 每 个 人
xiè xiè nǐ men ài wǒ de měi gè rén
在 我 的 人 生 最 像 一 场 恶 梦 的 旅 程
zài wǒ de rén shēng zuì xiàng yì chǎng è mèng de lǚ chéng
陪 我 挣 脱 勇 敢 地 去 醒 来
péi wǒ zhèng tuō yóng gǎn dì qù xǐng lái
当 我 的 护 卫 为 我 祷 告 心 灵 更 强 韧
dāng wǒ de hù wèi wéi wǒ dǎo gào xīn líng gèng qiáng rèn
谢 谢 你 们 爱 我 的 每 个 人
xiè xiè nǐ men ài wǒ de měi gè rén
让 我 努 力 後 可 以 谢 谢 自 己 很 坦 诚
ràng wǒ nǔ lì hòu ké yǐ xiè xiè zì jǐ hěn tǎn chéng
会 想 不 通 或 绝 望 到 躲 开
huì xiǎng bù tōng huò jué wàng dào duǒ kāi
但 你 们 做 的 总 让 我 想 坚 强 负 责 任 为 了 爱 重 生
dàn nǐ men zuò de zǒng ràng wǒ xiǎng jiān qiáng fù zé rèn wèi le ài chóng shēng
心 摆 脱 夜 的 黑 往 蓝 天 而 飞 被 阳 光 包 围
xīn bǎi tuō yè de hēi wǎng lán tiān ér fēi bèi yáng guāng bāo wéi
只 为 了 你 一 句 我 笑 得 好 美
zhǐ wèi le nǐ yí jù wǒ xiào dé hǎo měi
我 忍 住 了 太 漫 长 的 泪
wǒ rěn zhù le tài màn cháng de lèi
看 得 出 你 隐 藏 多 少 的 疲 惫
kàn dé chū nǐ yǐn cáng duō shǎo de pí bèi
却 还 是 坚 持 着 爱 不 断 地 加 倍
què hái shì jiān chí zhe ài bú duàn dì jiā bèi
让 我 感 动 也 让 我 愧 对
ràng wǒ gǎn dòng yě ràng wǒ kuì duì
At this moment, I think God must have also spent a little more time on her. She's bestowed with boundless entertainment talent paired with world's greates BFFs and soulmate Hebe and Ella. Then she's got great dad and mom, eventhough her sister do sometimes acta little weird when I see her on tv.
And girls must be so green in jealousy when Diong confesses love at the concert.....it felt like real fairytale comes true. But boompphh...our (fans) world gone dark and gloomy about the accident. Many gone fiery and cursed the director and other movie crews for neglected safety measures. I was neutral, eventhough it's painful to know she's put to such test.
But admist any aggravating endeavor, God was just trying to prove to us how real love should exist, and who is the lucky one to savor it. And He had chosen Selina among so many others.
We no longer complain or resent now. In fact, we are more than happy to see her in wedding gown, getting married, Something we know Selina loved to do most once in a lifetime. As for me, it is most touching to know people are happy for you, and knowing there are thousands out there loving you is such great bonus. So yes, God must have spent more time on her. Metta.
痛 在 眼 中 变 成 泪 在 心 中 变 成 灰
tòng zài yǎn zhōng biàn chéng lèi zài xīn zhōng biàn chéng huī
没 有 什 麽 能 安 慰
méi yǒu shén me néng ān wèi
怕 被 时 间 变 成 累 被 想 像 变 成 悲
pà bèi shí jiān biàn chéng lèi bèi xiǎng xiàng biàn chéng bēi
希 望 都 被 粉 碎
xī wàng dōu bèi fěn suì
不 安 有 时 会 崩 溃 有 时 会 怨 怼
bù ān yǒu shí huì bēng kuì yǒu shí huì yuàn duì
好 像 怎 麽 对 待 都 不 对
hǎo xiàng zěn me duì dài dōu bú duì
看 得 出 你 隐 藏 多 少 的 疲 惫
kàn dé chū nǐ yǐn cáng duō shǎo de pí bèi
却 还 是 坚 持 着 爱 不 断 加 倍
què hái shì jiān chí zhe ài bú duàn jiā bèi
让 我 感 动 也 让 我 愧 对
ràng wǒ gǎn dòng yě ràng wǒ kuì duì
谢 谢 你 们 爱 我 的 每 个 人
xiè xiè nǐ men ài wǒ de měi gè rén
在 我 的 人 生 最 像 一 场 恶 梦 的 旅 程
zài wǒ de rén shēng zuì xiàng yì chǎng è mèng de lǚ chéng
陪 我 挣 脱 勇 敢 地 去 醒 来
péi wǒ zhèng tuō yóng gǎn dì qù xǐng lái
当 我 的 护 卫 为 我 祷 告 心 灵 更 强 韧
dāng wǒ de hù wèi wéi wǒ dǎo gào xīn líng gèng qiáng rèn
谢 谢 你 们 爱 我 的 每 个 人
xiè xiè nǐ men ài wǒ de měi gè rén
让 我 努 力 後 可 以 谢 谢 自 己 很 坦 诚
ràng wǒ nǔ lì hòu ké yǐ xiè xiè zì jǐ hěn tǎn chéng
会 想 不 通 或 绝 望 到 躲 开
huì xiǎng bù tōng huò jué wàng dào duǒ kāi
但 你 们 做 的 总 让 我 想 坚 强 负 责 任 为 了 爱 重 生
dàn nǐ men zuò de zǒng ràng wǒ xiǎng jiān qiáng fù zé rèn wèi le ài chóng shēng
心 摆 脱 夜 的 黑 往 蓝 天 而 飞 被 阳 光 包 围
xīn bǎi tuō yè de hēi wǎng lán tiān ér fēi bèi yáng guāng bāo wéi
只 为 了 你 一 句 我 笑 得 好 美
zhǐ wèi le nǐ yí jù wǒ xiào dé hǎo měi
我 忍 住 了 太 漫 长 的 泪
wǒ rěn zhù le tài màn cháng de lèi
看 得 出 你 隐 藏 多 少 的 疲 惫
kàn dé chū nǐ yǐn cáng duō shǎo de pí bèi
却 还 是 坚 持 着 爱 不 断 地 加 倍
què hái shì jiān chí zhe ài bú duàn dì jiā bèi
让 我 感 动 也 让 我 愧 对
ràng wǒ gǎn dòng yě ràng wǒ kuì duì
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Princess Selina 任家萱
31st October 2011.
Happy Birthday, Selina. Happy Wedding, Selina. God must have spent a little more time on you, and you deserve His love. You are truly our 公主!
Her accident during filming was truly unexpected and heart wrenching. But that incident have proved something warming to her, and to all of us. True TLC does exists, fairy tale does happen. Princess Selina has found her Prince Richard Chong (张承中).
He proposed at SHE concert. He didn't take any step backward after the accident. He didn't give up despite the burnt marks that will leave permanent scars on her. He didn't mind a single hassle having to put up with Princess's crying, pessimism, mood swings, and I don't know what other hell had brought her into. Only he knows, and he knows she is the one. And this coming October, they are making a lovely tale come true.
Selina deserves all this. A fruitful result out of pure perseverance. Here's a few picture of that magical journey...
The love they have kept secretly within their strongest faith...the making of true happiness....
He proposed! He called her 老婆 for the first time, forever..
L.O.V.E
The accident. That almost changed her whole life.
Princess Selina, on her Vera Wang
Happy Birthday, Selina. Happy Wedding, Selina. God must have spent a little more time on you, and you deserve His love. You are truly our 公主!
Her accident during filming was truly unexpected and heart wrenching. But that incident have proved something warming to her, and to all of us. True TLC does exists, fairy tale does happen. Princess Selina has found her Prince Richard Chong (张承中).
He proposed at SHE concert. He didn't take any step backward after the accident. He didn't give up despite the burnt marks that will leave permanent scars on her. He didn't mind a single hassle having to put up with Princess's crying, pessimism, mood swings, and I don't know what other hell had brought her into. Only he knows, and he knows she is the one. And this coming October, they are making a lovely tale come true.
Selina deserves all this. A fruitful result out of pure perseverance. Here's a few picture of that magical journey...
The love they have kept secretly within their strongest faith...the making of true happiness....
He proposed! He called her 老婆 for the first time, forever..
L.O.V.E
The accident. That almost changed her whole life.
Princess Selina, on her Vera Wang
Saturday, July 30, 2011
special end of July
There was nothing special in early July. It wasn't too difficult to live by, and nothing significant happened. Ehh ehh .. not really, I went holiday-ing at Makati last week, didn't I?
Had great moments at Makati. I always have. Love my 511 Studio Suite at Prince Tower. Much more homely than Taman Jaya *blek* don't tell Mom I said that. It's more exclusive partying at Manila too...no fret about drink n drive at all! And the only way to avoid hangover? Stay drunk, kuya & ate!!!!
ok ok....that's not what I want to note today. Yes, maybe part of it, but not the main reason.
July is an important month for Leo...he's coming out roaring, stretching his predator instincts.
This is your day, my Lion. Happy Birthday, and I love you. Now....you can be the Lion for a day...but please be my Dino again for the remaining 364 days!
Had great moments at Makati. I always have. Love my 511 Studio Suite at Prince Tower. Much more homely than Taman Jaya *blek* don't tell Mom I said that. It's more exclusive partying at Manila too...no fret about drink n drive at all! And the only way to avoid hangover? Stay drunk, kuya & ate!!!!
ok ok....that's not what I want to note today. Yes, maybe part of it, but not the main reason.
July is an important month for Leo...he's coming out roaring, stretching his predator instincts.
This is your day, my Lion. Happy Birthday, and I love you. Now....you can be the Lion for a day...but please be my Dino again for the remaining 364 days!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Almost a love story, LRT
Everyone tries to make a living, in the morning especially. Me too, bouncing through the hustle of city dawn, and squeezed myself way in the LRT this morning. Nothing extraordinary, the LRT is as packed as ever. I didn't grab any chances to get a seat, cos I prefer standing. I'd wonder if I burn calories while standing.
In front of me, seated a chinese lady in her...uhmm...50's late, maybe.Regular Auntie clad in tee and shorts, she looked as if just finishing her pasar rendezvous. She held tight her LRT ticket, and positioning herself ready to dis-embark at next station. I made some gaps for her easy through, but come next station...and next station..and next...she didn't leave. But she got all the package, the seated position, the hold of all her belongings and her expression everytime the LRT stops. I got more impatience than her! Auntie, so kan cheong meh?!? Come Hang Tuah station, she finally stood up before the train could brake. As the train slowed down coming to a complete halt, I saw an Uncle waiting anxiously outside the station. Outside means really outside, where he waited behind the LRT walls peeping through the gaps. You should take a closer look at his face. 100000000th times more kan cheong than the Auntie arr.
My intuition tells me that He is waiting for Her. And it is so sweet by just imagining that. I choose to believe that he is her husband. She is out to the pasar early in the morning buying fresh veges to make a nice dinner for the family. He greets her at the station, maybe to help her with the things or for security purpose, or he simply just want to walk home with her.
My morning started with so much love, like watching a fairytale. I didn't care to kay-poh till the end, or make any scientific prove if that Uncle is really waiting for the Auntie. I just find it a blessing by just believing something good, heart warming.
I know, if I don't believe in small miracles, there'd be no more rainbows in my life. Small things count....everyday. Remember. I wish I could.
In front of me, seated a chinese lady in her...uhmm...50's late, maybe.Regular Auntie clad in tee and shorts, she looked as if just finishing her pasar rendezvous. She held tight her LRT ticket, and positioning herself ready to dis-embark at next station. I made some gaps for her easy through, but come next station...and next station..and next...she didn't leave. But she got all the package, the seated position, the hold of all her belongings and her expression everytime the LRT stops. I got more impatience than her! Auntie, so kan cheong meh?!? Come Hang Tuah station, she finally stood up before the train could brake. As the train slowed down coming to a complete halt, I saw an Uncle waiting anxiously outside the station. Outside means really outside, where he waited behind the LRT walls peeping through the gaps. You should take a closer look at his face. 100000000th times more kan cheong than the Auntie arr.
My intuition tells me that He is waiting for Her. And it is so sweet by just imagining that. I choose to believe that he is her husband. She is out to the pasar early in the morning buying fresh veges to make a nice dinner for the family. He greets her at the station, maybe to help her with the things or for security purpose, or he simply just want to walk home with her.
My morning started with so much love, like watching a fairytale. I didn't care to kay-poh till the end, or make any scientific prove if that Uncle is really waiting for the Auntie. I just find it a blessing by just believing something good, heart warming.
I know, if I don't believe in small miracles, there'd be no more rainbows in my life. Small things count....everyday. Remember. I wish I could.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
memories.mirage
Memories are certainly some kind of reflection crossing through minds at moments you least expected it to. Most people says, it's ok to let go as memories remains. I don't think so. Memories are not movies. They don't play back just by a touch of button. Memories will only be lively when it's felt once again. Touching moments will only happen when it's done once again.
I had awesome 3rd June - 12th June like no other June I had. Maybe a little too exaggerating cos I don't remember hell of all the past June's I had in all 28 years. Let's say it was the most fabulous month I had for the first half of my year 2011. Why so good? Cos I had good memories. Felt once again, all done with once again.
I have been waiting for 3rd June to come when it was just April. I was counting days, crossing calendars and making plans ahead. When the day finally comes, the moment I was making loud stomping sounds out of my 人字 slippers crossing the street to the arrival hall...it was pure happiness. Along the way, as the days goes, we talked about eveything..the food we loved, the places we go...the things we encountered...our journeys at Manila and KL en-route...it was total blessings.
Those were the times when I feel total sync with feelings down memory lane. We talked like we knew each other for centuries...like we are already friends during past life. It was magical, you know. When we talked about that old film we used to watch together...I could feel the coldness in the cinema, I could taste that caramel popcorn, I could feel the memories again. When we were at Genting, I could remember that conversation we had while cold breezy wind blows. It was more touching when memories flooded at times in Melaka. Every hawker stalls I passed, and some simple gesture we made, it felt like we are doing it again. It wasn't deja vu, because it was all so real. Memories, replay.
If I ever cry again writing this. If I ever feel emotional for all these. I don't understand why we must be apart again tonight. It's like a wall closing down on, curtains our memories again. It's like having to re-sit for an examination again, when all I had done was bowing to the force called fate.
Just don't be greedy, yen. Imagine if we have never parted, all these enlightenment would not materialise. You wouldn't know it meant so much. You wouldn't feel the magic of it. And you wouldn't believe that it is worth all the wait. You wouldn't know that this is the decision right to make.
Be natural. Be strong. Be realistic. Be-lieve.
I had awesome 3rd June - 12th June like no other June I had. Maybe a little too exaggerating cos I don't remember hell of all the past June's I had in all 28 years. Let's say it was the most fabulous month I had for the first half of my year 2011. Why so good? Cos I had good memories. Felt once again, all done with once again.
I have been waiting for 3rd June to come when it was just April. I was counting days, crossing calendars and making plans ahead. When the day finally comes, the moment I was making loud stomping sounds out of my 人字 slippers crossing the street to the arrival hall...it was pure happiness. Along the way, as the days goes, we talked about eveything..the food we loved, the places we go...the things we encountered...our journeys at Manila and KL en-route...it was total blessings.
Those were the times when I feel total sync with feelings down memory lane. We talked like we knew each other for centuries...like we are already friends during past life. It was magical, you know. When we talked about that old film we used to watch together...I could feel the coldness in the cinema, I could taste that caramel popcorn, I could feel the memories again. When we were at Genting, I could remember that conversation we had while cold breezy wind blows. It was more touching when memories flooded at times in Melaka. Every hawker stalls I passed, and some simple gesture we made, it felt like we are doing it again. It wasn't deja vu, because it was all so real. Memories, replay.
If I ever cry again writing this. If I ever feel emotional for all these. I don't understand why we must be apart again tonight. It's like a wall closing down on, curtains our memories again. It's like having to re-sit for an examination again, when all I had done was bowing to the force called fate.
Just don't be greedy, yen. Imagine if we have never parted, all these enlightenment would not materialise. You wouldn't know it meant so much. You wouldn't feel the magic of it. And you wouldn't believe that it is worth all the wait. You wouldn't know that this is the decision right to make.
Be natural. Be strong. Be realistic. Be-lieve.
Friday, April 29, 2011
需要人陪
一个我需要梦想需要方向需要眼泪
yī gè wǒ xū yào mèng xiǎng xū yào fāng xiàng xū yào yǎn lèi
更需要一个人来点亮天的黑
gèng xū yào yī gè rén lái diǎn liàng tiān de hēi
我已经无能为力无法抗拒无路可退
wǒ yǐ jīng wú néng wéi lì wú fǎ kàng jù wú lù kě tuì
这无声的夜现在的我需要人陪
zhè wú shēng de yè xiàn zài de wǒ xū yào rén péi
yī gè wǒ xū yào mèng xiǎng xū yào fāng xiàng xū yào yǎn lèi
更需要一个人来点亮天的黑
gèng xū yào yī gè rén lái diǎn liàng tiān de hēi
我已经无能为力无法抗拒无路可退
wǒ yǐ jīng wú néng wéi lì wú fǎ kàng jù wú lù kě tuì
这无声的夜现在的我需要人陪
zhè wú shēng de yè xiàn zài de wǒ xū yào rén péi
Thursday, April 21, 2011
define Fetish
fe·tish : an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion.
An object of irrational reverence....Hmmm...I can understand irrational, but can't put together reverence. It was undeniably obsessive, but nothing much to do with devotion.
I'm certain I have a fetish towards some parts of my body, and can't possibly argue the reason why. My weakest point, and of course the area I fetish-ly obsessed to...is my feet.
I can't remember when I started enjoying someone (or anyone!) tickles the sole of my feet. Bad moods can be transformed to good ones, or it can even soothe me to sleep. All you got to do, is tickle my feet. The rest is history.
I've became the aim of many insect bites at home lately. Last 2 weeks, I've got an unknown bite on my left leg, and it was bandaged to avoid infection. Few nights back, some dumb mosquitoes left 3 glorious bites on my right thigh. Yea yea..I know those cellulite n fats drawn their attention. But 3 bites at the same perimeter??!!?? Merciless!
And so the smartest ant took a good bite right there at the sole of my right foot while I was having dinner. Ooouucchhh...it was life-taking. Not the pain, but the ITCH! And so, I began forcing mom to scratch my foot, and Dad was staring at his disgusting daughter. Yea, I was forcing Mom to scratch (tickle) my foot. I shy away, but still continue scratching on my own. The itchier it gets, the harder I scratched. This is gonna be a never ending "inter"course for tonight.
This can't be it. I have to do something to stop this. I scratched til it bleeds, and hansaplast it! Smart? Genius! Now....it is still painful and itchy.
I would be missing that someone whom selflessly indulging this fetish with me, almost every night. I love the tickles, and tickling is all I get...until I fall asleep. It is sweet enough just by thinking, and imagining it now. Heart warming.
fe·tish : an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion.
Let me define reverence. A feeling of profound awe and respect and often love...And devotion? Earnest attachment to a cause, person...It takes two to "fetish" ! ...
An object of irrational reverence....Hmmm...I can understand irrational, but can't put together reverence. It was undeniably obsessive, but nothing much to do with devotion.
I'm certain I have a fetish towards some parts of my body, and can't possibly argue the reason why. My weakest point, and of course the area I fetish-ly obsessed to...is my feet.
I can't remember when I started enjoying someone (or anyone!) tickles the sole of my feet. Bad moods can be transformed to good ones, or it can even soothe me to sleep. All you got to do, is tickle my feet. The rest is history.
I've became the aim of many insect bites at home lately. Last 2 weeks, I've got an unknown bite on my left leg, and it was bandaged to avoid infection. Few nights back, some dumb mosquitoes left 3 glorious bites on my right thigh. Yea yea..I know those cellulite n fats drawn their attention. But 3 bites at the same perimeter??!!?? Merciless!
And so the smartest ant took a good bite right there at the sole of my right foot while I was having dinner. Ooouucchhh...it was life-taking. Not the pain, but the ITCH! And so, I began forcing mom to scratch my foot, and Dad was staring at his disgusting daughter. Yea, I was forcing Mom to scratch (tickle) my foot. I shy away, but still continue scratching on my own. The itchier it gets, the harder I scratched. This is gonna be a never ending "inter"course for tonight.
This can't be it. I have to do something to stop this. I scratched til it bleeds, and hansaplast it! Smart? Genius! Now....it is still painful and itchy.
I would be missing that someone whom selflessly indulging this fetish with me, almost every night. I love the tickles, and tickling is all I get...until I fall asleep. It is sweet enough just by thinking, and imagining it now. Heart warming.
fe·tish : an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion.
Let me define reverence. A feeling of profound awe and respect and often love...And devotion? Earnest attachment to a cause, person...It takes two to "fetish" ! ...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
11232002 - 11232010
No one have ever promised me that there will certainly be silver lining on those gloomy clouds. So, why should I even look forward to it? If patience is the key word, I think this is not the right key. If supportive is the right cup of tea, I am certainly a coffee lover. Nobody says in such situation, an apple thrown up into the air, will finally drop to the ground. Who is Newton anyway? Nobody knows Newton here. This is a Shakespeare world. Unlimited love and SACRIFICES. And what happens in the end? Either the main actor or the actress died. Only the audiences will feel so touched and shed some crocodile tears. After all the imagination and castles built in in the air, there would still without silver lining on gloomy clouds.
There is no such thing as mutual sacrifices towards a common path called eternity.
Don't be childish.
There is no such thing as mutual sacrifices towards a common path called eternity.
Don't be childish.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Re-generating Metta
I have wasted too much time feeling lost, deliberating unforeseen outcomes, worrying worthless agendas and carrying too much burden. Things that I have been too conscious about previously meant nothing serious to people I have cared for. I wasn't any big deal if I were to say things I have in mind earlier...rather than always waiting for the right time.
There is no right time, and there will never be the right time.
"Choose : Saying something you meant to say now and regret it later; or regret it later for not saying it now?" -- Phanida Suwanarat
I was so moved by Selina's courage and optimism in living through her 3rd degree burn. I remembered how I complained for having a pimple on my face, and that freaking sound I squeaked when I was recuperating from my less-than-3 inches cysts removing surgery. Well, maybe Selina threw her tantrums too but I believe it is never any easier than any pimples or laser cut.
Should any circumstances may befall me unknown, I am wondering now why should I waste so much time contemplating things I shouldn't even fret about. If living my this very life can be free as a bird, sealed from externalizations and demotivating opinions -- I would have saved more of those ticking seconds & minutes to say, to be, to do and to react upon real people who matters to me most.
I know you love me, and you know I love all of you. If you can feel what I say, you've got a piece of love cookie from me from this moment. Keep it with you, and redeem it with more of my time and precious events spent with you...
Metta.
p/s: metta to Selina Ren too. You may not know me, but you know the universal language call love. Metta and speed recovery, Selina.
There is no right time, and there will never be the right time.
"Choose : Saying something you meant to say now and regret it later; or regret it later for not saying it now?" -- Phanida Suwanarat
I was so moved by Selina's courage and optimism in living through her 3rd degree burn. I remembered how I complained for having a pimple on my face, and that freaking sound I squeaked when I was recuperating from my less-than-3 inches cysts removing surgery. Well, maybe Selina threw her tantrums too but I believe it is never any easier than any pimples or laser cut.
Should any circumstances may befall me unknown, I am wondering now why should I waste so much time contemplating things I shouldn't even fret about. If living my this very life can be free as a bird, sealed from externalizations and demotivating opinions -- I would have saved more of those ticking seconds & minutes to say, to be, to do and to react upon real people who matters to me most.
I know you love me, and you know I love all of you. If you can feel what I say, you've got a piece of love cookie from me from this moment. Keep it with you, and redeem it with more of my time and precious events spent with you...
Metta.
p/s: metta to Selina Ren too. You may not know me, but you know the universal language call love. Metta and speed recovery, Selina.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Sherine darl'
My second proudest achievement (well, I have to call it achievement when time is really running out) in my 2-weeks journey at home is ....tang-tang-tang-tang.....having most of my extra time with Sherine Chin Oi Lian (dunno why like to call her full name).
Yea, searched through my camera; no pictures taken with her during those outing. No problem, can't possibly forget her curl lashes and pinkish apple cheeks. Muacks.
It sounded as if some regular talks. But hell no. You won't see or hear anything similar happening to me without her presence. I don't talk to anyone else the same way I talked to her. It's not just plain chemical between us. It's working like magic. Some kinda strong powerful potion that a white witch have spelled on us, and created bonds that real sister might not even have...it's like love without sex! (yes...stop laughing.. =.= )
I don't know how the topic flowed, but I was finding a confidante in her by digging some of my old darkest secrets -- and revealed to her naturally. Not that I have planned to hide it from her before, but maybe some stuffs which I thought I have swept under the carpet.
I told her how much I hate his family. This is certainly my red button, because I can't believe it myself. Just like the vulnerable side of me whom afraid of crying in public...I thought I have engraved the thoughts of hatred somewhere in a black hole.
I told Darl' how much I hated his family, and why they have made me so so so mad at them. As more I speak, I feel much lighter. I feel like slightly brand new, because Darl told me not to feel bad of hating them. Less sense of guiltiness drowned me when Darl told me that it is very natural for me to hate them, and if Darl would have encountered the same thing, wishing them all dead is not entirely wrong too.
I am not saying that Darl is supporting my voodoo thoughts. I am declaring that Darl would always have this charisma and charm to lead me into becoming a person that I should really am. After so long surviving on a foreigner's land, I feel that I can be true to someone I call my --- best best closest darling sister.
Yea, it felt great after that simple yet close to heart conversation with her. I don't know what else can I say -- except telling her YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!!!!!!!!!
Don't you dare leaving this relationship as long as I'm still alive.
Love you and I am blessed to have known you.
Yea, searched through my camera; no pictures taken with her during those outing. No problem, can't possibly forget her curl lashes and pinkish apple cheeks. Muacks.
It sounded as if some regular talks. But hell no. You won't see or hear anything similar happening to me without her presence. I don't talk to anyone else the same way I talked to her. It's not just plain chemical between us. It's working like magic. Some kinda strong powerful potion that a white witch have spelled on us, and created bonds that real sister might not even have...it's like love without sex! (yes...stop laughing.. =.= )
I don't know how the topic flowed, but I was finding a confidante in her by digging some of my old darkest secrets -- and revealed to her naturally. Not that I have planned to hide it from her before, but maybe some stuffs which I thought I have swept under the carpet.
I told her how much I hate his family. This is certainly my red button, because I can't believe it myself. Just like the vulnerable side of me whom afraid of crying in public...I thought I have engraved the thoughts of hatred somewhere in a black hole.
I told Darl' how much I hated his family, and why they have made me so so so mad at them. As more I speak, I feel much lighter. I feel like slightly brand new, because Darl told me not to feel bad of hating them. Less sense of guiltiness drowned me when Darl told me that it is very natural for me to hate them, and if Darl would have encountered the same thing, wishing them all dead is not entirely wrong too.
I am not saying that Darl is supporting my voodoo thoughts. I am declaring that Darl would always have this charisma and charm to lead me into becoming a person that I should really am. After so long surviving on a foreigner's land, I feel that I can be true to someone I call my --- best best closest darling sister.
Yea, it felt great after that simple yet close to heart conversation with her. I don't know what else can I say -- except telling her YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!!!!!!!!!
Don't you dare leaving this relationship as long as I'm still alive.
Love you and I am blessed to have known you.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Hachikō ... based on a true love story
I've just finished the movie Hachiko: A Dog's Story. I was crying much worse than I did for Marley & Me. It wasn't sadness that brings the flow, it was a sense of guiltiness and inadequacy....wondering why ignorant humans can't even be compared to the smallest portion of a dog's loyalty, love and passion.
I wasn't sad that Hachi's master passed away in a sudden. My heart didn't break knowing that despite his master's fate, Hachi decided to stay keep and wait at the train station. What makes me going weak was knowing that it took all 9 years for Hachi to wait....and only by the end of Hachi's breath, was Hachi able to meet with his master again. It took Hachi 9 damn years...but Hachi never gave up. Not a single day. Hachi never missed any trains that his master could possibly commuted. Hachi just waited...through thick and thin. That's Hachi's love.
What about You, humans? How long could you possibly wait for someone whom you said you've loved? 9 hours? 9 days? Human's experience told me 8 days. It only took 8 days of waiting at the train station to give up of love known for 6 years.
And God gave humans ability of speech, emotions, expressions...but God only gave Hachi the warmest four-legged gift.
And even though Hachi could not speak about love, Hachi took 9 years to prove the strongest bonds ever...just to show You what love really means...
I wasn't sad that Hachi's master passed away in a sudden. My heart didn't break knowing that despite his master's fate, Hachi decided to stay keep and wait at the train station. What makes me going weak was knowing that it took all 9 years for Hachi to wait....and only by the end of Hachi's breath, was Hachi able to meet with his master again. It took Hachi 9 damn years...but Hachi never gave up. Not a single day. Hachi never missed any trains that his master could possibly commuted. Hachi just waited...through thick and thin. That's Hachi's love.
What about You, humans? How long could you possibly wait for someone whom you said you've loved? 9 hours? 9 days? Human's experience told me 8 days. It only took 8 days of waiting at the train station to give up of love known for 6 years.
And God gave humans ability of speech, emotions, expressions...but God only gave Hachi the warmest four-legged gift.
And even though Hachi could not speak about love, Hachi took 9 years to prove the strongest bonds ever...just to show You what love really means...
Hachikō ... a tribute to man's best friend
Based on a true story from Japan, Hachikō : A Dog's Tale is a moving film about loyalty and the rare, invincible bonds that occasionally form almost instantaneously in the most unlikely places.
In the modern day, a class full of young students is giving oral presentations about personal heroes. A boy named Ronnie stands up and begins to tell of 'Hachikō ', his grandfather's dog. Years before, an Akita puppy is sent from Japan to America, but his cage falls off the baggage cart at an American train station, where he is found by college professor Parker Wilson (Richard Gere). Parker is instantly captivated by the dog and when Carl, the station controller, refuses to take him, Parker takes the puppy home overnight. His wife Cate (Joan Allen) is insistent about not keeping the puppy.
The next day Parker expects that someone will have contacted the train station, but no one has. He sneaks the pup onto the train and takes him to work, where a Japanese college professor, Ken, translates the symbol on the pup's collar as 'Hachi', Japanese for 'good fortune' and the number 8. Parker decides to call the dog 'Hachi'. Ken points out that perhaps the two are meant to be together. Parker attempts to play fetch with Hachi, but he refuses to join in, whilst Cate receives a call about someone wanting to adopt Hachi. However, after seeing how close her husband has come to Hachi, Cate agrees that they can keep him.
A few years later, Hachi and Parker are as close as ever. Parker however, is still mystified by Hachi's refusal to do normal, dog-like things like chase and retrieve balls. Ken advises him that Hachi will only bring him the ball for a special reason. One morning, Parker leaves for work and Hachi sneaks out and follows him to the train station, where he refuses to leave until Parker walks him home. That afternoon, Hachi sneaks out again and walks to the train station, waiting patiently for Parker's train to come in. Eventually Parker relents and walks Hachi to the station every morning, where he leaves on the train. Hachi leaves after Parker's safe departure, but comes back in the afternoon to see his master's train arrive and walk with him home again. This continues for some time, until one afternoon Parker attempts to leave, but Hachi refuses to go with him. Parker eventually leaves without him, but Hachi chases after him, holding his ball. Parker is surprised but pleased that Hachi is finally willing to play fetch with him but, worried he will be late, leaves on the train despite Hachi barking at him. At work that day, Parker, still holding Hachi's ball, is teaching his music class when he passes out from cardiac arrest.
At the train station, Hachi waits patiently as the train arrives, but there is no sign of Parker. He remains, lying in the snow, for several hours, until Parker's son-in-law Michael comes to collect him. The next day, Hachi returns to the station and waits, remaining all day and all night. As time passes, Cate sells the house and Hachi is sent to live with her daughter Andy, Michael, and their new baby Ronnie. However, at the first opportunity, he escapes and eventually finds his way back to his old house and then to the train station, where he sits at his usual spot, eating hot dogs given to him by Jas, a local vendor. Andy arrives soon after and takes him home, but lets him out the next day to return to the station.
Hachi begins sleeping under a broken train carriage, keeping vigil during the day and surviving off food and water given to him by Jas and the local butcher. One day, a man named Teddy, a newspaper reporter, enquires about Hachi and asks if he can write a story about him. People begin to send money to Carl to buy Hachi food. Ken, Parker's friend, reads the article, and offers to pay for Hachi's upkeep. He realizes that although it has been a year, Hachi wants to, and has to, wait for his master, and wishes him a long life.
Years pass, and still Hachi waits. Cate visits Parker's grave, where she meets Ken, and she says that even though it has been a decade, she still misses him. Arriving at the station, she is stunned to see Hachi, old, dirty and weak, still maintaining his vigil. Overcome, Cate sits and waits for the next train with him. At home, Cate tells the now ten-year-old Ronnie about Hachi. That night, Hachi makes his way to his usual spot, where he lies down and falls asleep for the last time, dreaming of Parker, where his spirit get along with Hachi, as they both ascend to heaven.
Ronnie, back in his classroom, finishes his report, telling his classmates that Hachi, for his love and loyalty, will forever be his hero. That afternoon, he walks his own Akita puppy named Hachi along the same track his grandfather once walked with his own Hachi.
The real Hachiko was born in Odate Japan in 1923. When his master, Dr Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor at the Tokyo University, died in May, 1925, Hachi returned to the Shibuya train station the next day, and for the next nine years, to wait. Hachiko died in March, 1934. Today, a bronze statue of Hachiko sits in his waiting spot outside the Shibuya railroad station.
Source: wikipedia.org
In the modern day, a class full of young students is giving oral presentations about personal heroes. A boy named Ronnie stands up and begins to tell of 'Hachikō ', his grandfather's dog. Years before, an Akita puppy is sent from Japan to America, but his cage falls off the baggage cart at an American train station, where he is found by college professor Parker Wilson (Richard Gere). Parker is instantly captivated by the dog and when Carl, the station controller, refuses to take him, Parker takes the puppy home overnight. His wife Cate (Joan Allen) is insistent about not keeping the puppy.
The next day Parker expects that someone will have contacted the train station, but no one has. He sneaks the pup onto the train and takes him to work, where a Japanese college professor, Ken, translates the symbol on the pup's collar as 'Hachi', Japanese for 'good fortune' and the number 8. Parker decides to call the dog 'Hachi'. Ken points out that perhaps the two are meant to be together. Parker attempts to play fetch with Hachi, but he refuses to join in, whilst Cate receives a call about someone wanting to adopt Hachi. However, after seeing how close her husband has come to Hachi, Cate agrees that they can keep him.
A few years later, Hachi and Parker are as close as ever. Parker however, is still mystified by Hachi's refusal to do normal, dog-like things like chase and retrieve balls. Ken advises him that Hachi will only bring him the ball for a special reason. One morning, Parker leaves for work and Hachi sneaks out and follows him to the train station, where he refuses to leave until Parker walks him home. That afternoon, Hachi sneaks out again and walks to the train station, waiting patiently for Parker's train to come in. Eventually Parker relents and walks Hachi to the station every morning, where he leaves on the train. Hachi leaves after Parker's safe departure, but comes back in the afternoon to see his master's train arrive and walk with him home again. This continues for some time, until one afternoon Parker attempts to leave, but Hachi refuses to go with him. Parker eventually leaves without him, but Hachi chases after him, holding his ball. Parker is surprised but pleased that Hachi is finally willing to play fetch with him but, worried he will be late, leaves on the train despite Hachi barking at him. At work that day, Parker, still holding Hachi's ball, is teaching his music class when he passes out from cardiac arrest.
At the train station, Hachi waits patiently as the train arrives, but there is no sign of Parker. He remains, lying in the snow, for several hours, until Parker's son-in-law Michael comes to collect him. The next day, Hachi returns to the station and waits, remaining all day and all night. As time passes, Cate sells the house and Hachi is sent to live with her daughter Andy, Michael, and their new baby Ronnie. However, at the first opportunity, he escapes and eventually finds his way back to his old house and then to the train station, where he sits at his usual spot, eating hot dogs given to him by Jas, a local vendor. Andy arrives soon after and takes him home, but lets him out the next day to return to the station.
Hachi begins sleeping under a broken train carriage, keeping vigil during the day and surviving off food and water given to him by Jas and the local butcher. One day, a man named Teddy, a newspaper reporter, enquires about Hachi and asks if he can write a story about him. People begin to send money to Carl to buy Hachi food. Ken, Parker's friend, reads the article, and offers to pay for Hachi's upkeep. He realizes that although it has been a year, Hachi wants to, and has to, wait for his master, and wishes him a long life.
Years pass, and still Hachi waits. Cate visits Parker's grave, where she meets Ken, and she says that even though it has been a decade, she still misses him. Arriving at the station, she is stunned to see Hachi, old, dirty and weak, still maintaining his vigil. Overcome, Cate sits and waits for the next train with him. At home, Cate tells the now ten-year-old Ronnie about Hachi. That night, Hachi makes his way to his usual spot, where he lies down and falls asleep for the last time, dreaming of Parker, where his spirit get along with Hachi, as they both ascend to heaven.
Ronnie, back in his classroom, finishes his report, telling his classmates that Hachi, for his love and loyalty, will forever be his hero. That afternoon, he walks his own Akita puppy named Hachi along the same track his grandfather once walked with his own Hachi.
The real Hachiko was born in Odate Japan in 1923. When his master, Dr Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor at the Tokyo University, died in May, 1925, Hachi returned to the Shibuya train station the next day, and for the next nine years, to wait. Hachiko died in March, 1934. Today, a bronze statue of Hachiko sits in his waiting spot outside the Shibuya railroad station.
Source: wikipedia.org
Monday, June 28, 2010
到底什麼時候你才會想起我 (II)
有一個問號一直在困擾 卻又不知該如何是好 雖然明知道 你和他很好 真的不該再打擾. 就當我無聊 已無可救藥 只是真的我很想知道. 每次一想到 你把我忘掉 眼淚忍不住在狂飆...
到底什麼時候你才會想起我? 在夜闌人靜孤單來襲因為寂寞, 也許狂歡過後突然平淡而失落 還是我想的太多?
到底什麼時候你才會想起我? 在值得紀念時刻因為感觸太多, 當你匆匆經過我們走過的角落 你會偷偷想我....
還是一笑而過?
到底什麼時候你才會想起我...
=凤瑩=
到底什麼時候你才會想起我? 在夜闌人靜孤單來襲因為寂寞, 也許狂歡過後突然平淡而失落 還是我想的太多?
到底什麼時候你才會想起我? 在值得紀念時刻因為感觸太多, 當你匆匆經過我們走過的角落 你會偷偷想我....
還是一笑而過?
到底什麼時候你才會想起我...
=凤瑩=
Monday, June 21, 2010
why do jerks get married?
I was checking some out-dated mails in my Yahoo...quickly browsing through the list of recipients while brutally deleting off some spam/junk/very old stuffs. As I pulled my mouse nearing to the bottom of the page, a very interesting topic caught my attention.
Got a message from a ol'friend - Hey, you are invited to my wedding reception! whao whao whao....don't get it wrong here. My first impression was; which unlucky woman on earth would have made such unlucky decision!?!??! Her vision must be -1000 with very serious astigmatism. She could even be deaf, doubting if she hasn't heard any "stories" about this guy before uttering I-DO.
Irregardless if his wifey has any impairment, I was dumb-founded.
All I know about this guy is - a moron with very bad drinking attitude. And when drunk, a womanizer. And while womanizing, gets fucked up at all times. Gosh, there was not a single good stuff I see in him, even though we were quite an itemized buddy at that time. Why we were buddies? Don't ask. I literally forgive and forget.
And so we lost contact as I moved on to another job. We still kept in touch during the Friendster era; but he hasn't changed a little. So the connections were erased when I moved forward to the FB space.
And yet, now, he sent me his wedding invitation and the link towards his "wedding blog" burpz....yucks!
I still have to write it here honestly (it's my own blog anyway) that I have very little confidence that his marriage will last. And if the marriage really ends by 2 years, it should be a good news to his wifey. It's never too late. Since the girl is only 24, she might just need to waste 2 years time to really know he's a jerk. Anytime more than that, helpless ~ maybe she's a jerk too. Two jerks makes perfect marriage. Hah!
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Well-oh-well....do I sound too nosy here? Yea, people's getting married, nothing to do with me. But back to the topic of this blog...I'm just wondering why am I always targeted to know about failed marriages? I mean, couldn't there be a reason that God showers me with more of happy-ever-after(s) so that I can be a little princess-at-heart too? Can I just have the urge to get married too? Just like you, you, and you.....out there....
Way back last year 2009, whenever I ever fantasized about my own marriage, me in a wedding gown, my own family...I could still feel hope. At least I was still looking forward to it...someday.
Now, I don't want to talk about it, not even think about it. Fairytale marriage does happen, but I don't want it to happen to me. Not because I don't believe in fairytale, because I don't believe in marriage.
And yes, I don't want children. I want a puppy instead. Hey you, got the hint...? (blink blink)
Got a message from a ol'friend - Hey, you are invited to my wedding reception! whao whao whao....don't get it wrong here. My first impression was; which unlucky woman on earth would have made such unlucky decision!?!??! Her vision must be -1000 with very serious astigmatism. She could even be deaf, doubting if she hasn't heard any "stories" about this guy before uttering I-DO.
Irregardless if his wifey has any impairment, I was dumb-founded.
All I know about this guy is - a moron with very bad drinking attitude. And when drunk, a womanizer. And while womanizing, gets fucked up at all times. Gosh, there was not a single good stuff I see in him, even though we were quite an itemized buddy at that time. Why we were buddies? Don't ask. I literally forgive and forget.
And so we lost contact as I moved on to another job. We still kept in touch during the Friendster era; but he hasn't changed a little. So the connections were erased when I moved forward to the FB space.
And yet, now, he sent me his wedding invitation and the link towards his "wedding blog" burpz....yucks!
I still have to write it here honestly (it's my own blog anyway) that I have very little confidence that his marriage will last. And if the marriage really ends by 2 years, it should be a good news to his wifey. It's never too late. Since the girl is only 24, she might just need to waste 2 years time to really know he's a jerk. Anytime more than that, helpless ~ maybe she's a jerk too. Two jerks makes perfect marriage. Hah!
=============
Well-oh-well....do I sound too nosy here? Yea, people's getting married, nothing to do with me. But back to the topic of this blog...I'm just wondering why am I always targeted to know about failed marriages? I mean, couldn't there be a reason that God showers me with more of happy-ever-after(s) so that I can be a little princess-at-heart too? Can I just have the urge to get married too? Just like you, you, and you.....out there....
Way back last year 2009, whenever I ever fantasized about my own marriage, me in a wedding gown, my own family...I could still feel hope. At least I was still looking forward to it...someday.
Now, I don't want to talk about it, not even think about it. Fairytale marriage does happen, but I don't want it to happen to me. Not because I don't believe in fairytale, because I don't believe in marriage.
And yes, I don't want children. I want a puppy instead. Hey you, got the hint...? (blink blink)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
礼物 - Gift
走一步又一步 我才发现转了个圈
走了好几年 又回到原点
Step by Step...just like days by days
I may have lost count of how many irreconcilable days we had
Realizing we had never moved forward anyway
We were never forwarded, in fact
It is just a vicious circle we are making
No beginning, no ending...
Days have evolved to years...
We are still so trapped in this merry-go-round of an unknown spiral
But in the end, it is only most hurtful knowing...
Knowing we are back to where we have started
The starting point where there will be no ending
and then it goes on again and again...
Whose time are we both wasting here?
Whose love are we both cheating here?
Whose fairytale are we both building here?
We have walked so far, both exhausted
That's why we both are ignoring the fact
Afraid that fact would made us more exhausted....
走了好几年 又回到原点
Step by Step...just like days by days
I may have lost count of how many irreconcilable days we had
Realizing we had never moved forward anyway
We were never forwarded, in fact
It is just a vicious circle we are making
No beginning, no ending...
Days have evolved to years...
We are still so trapped in this merry-go-round of an unknown spiral
But in the end, it is only most hurtful knowing...
Knowing we are back to where we have started
The starting point where there will be no ending
and then it goes on again and again...
Whose time are we both wasting here?
Whose love are we both cheating here?
Whose fairytale are we both building here?
We have walked so far, both exhausted
That's why we both are ignoring the fact
Afraid that fact would made us more exhausted....
Love is in the air...for lovely "S"
Well, Sis Sherine's ROM just passed with lots of love & happiness...Didn't have much time to go through FB or her blog yet. But, I am ready to any excitement and all smiles knowing she is well taken care of and lovey-dovey all the way~!
And another "S"....yea Selina of S.H.E also openly broadcast her 3 years relationship with a long-gossip boyfriend Zhang Cheng Zhong. The guy actually confessed their relationship openly at SHE is the ONE Concert Taipei in end of May. Well, not easy-peasy for celebs nowadays to admit a relationship openly. Zhong even calls Selina 老婆; witnessed by H & E (and thousands of fans).. 老婆 is well-known SHE-language, where these 3-gals calls each other out of strong sisterly bond. Bravo, Zhong & Selina!!!
There...there....to my both best "S" --- Sherine & Selina:
Finding Love is a lifetime journey. Embracing Love is a lifetime achievement. Let Love Live! -yenny-
And another "S"....yea Selina of S.H.E also openly broadcast her 3 years relationship with a long-gossip boyfriend Zhang Cheng Zhong. The guy actually confessed their relationship openly at SHE is the ONE Concert Taipei in end of May. Well, not easy-peasy for celebs nowadays to admit a relationship openly. Zhong even calls Selina 老婆; witnessed by H & E (and thousands of fans).. 老婆 is well-known SHE-language, where these 3-gals calls each other out of strong sisterly bond. Bravo, Zhong & Selina!!!
There...there....to my both best "S" --- Sherine & Selina:
Finding Love is a lifetime journey. Embracing Love is a lifetime achievement. Let Love Live! -yenny-
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