Thursday, May 28, 2009

I'm here!

From leaving home, i discover that there are something that can't swim, can't fly, doesn't have passport cannot go overseas. And most of the time, I don't mean human. So what's the big deal. Something just have their limitations...can't blame them, can i?

I look at being here, away from home like a sabbatical, 9 months here, then home and another nine months then home again and repeat that four times. It's not that hard to imagine, you just have to emphasize on the home part. The easy way to do it, is just brainwash yourself. The surprisingly easy part was that I don't actually get too caught up here. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, and they are a.w.e.s.o.m.e. but i am just determined that i will be home.

So yea...obvious things stood out, friendship, crushes, hatred, sworn relationship of any kind, dreams and wishes, abstract things. In your life, can they swim?

I don't think all of mine do, but there is just something you gotta give.

Thank God He can swim and fly and has a passport can go overseas. =)

-Va is here & there & everywhere-

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Place I Call Home

It is not necessary perfect in other people's eyes, sometimes even in my eyes. But there is a place, like no other, that I call home. It doesn't matter if you are miles and miles away. It calls you, waves to you, never forgets you and waits for you. Always.

The place I call home is where there are these wonderful people, each that I can put a face to in the perfect photo frame. Each shining brightly with smiles and warmth. They who wait, who love me and cover me in prayers and protect me. These are the ones who had watched me grow; seeing through my weaknesses and faults, they have loved me the same. To you, you and you, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.

The weather is always nice and warm, where we ran and laugh and sweat. The place we grew up, with trees and games and sand and water. And oh the tree, the tree that rained beautiful little flowers just for me. Like presents in the rainy days, sunshines which fell from the heaven and got caught up in the water. I love you, I love you so.

Home, is truely like a fairy tale, where you sing song to music made out of the air around you, and dance around while flowers open up with each step you take. People who greet and love and smile and hug. They who bring me encouragement and He who gives me strength. A little den where even the storms are pretty and the crocodiles are friendly.

I love you home, you, you, you and You. You are my homes.

I love you and miss you so,

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Just human

Some people have there great discovery about life way early and lost the enthusiasm for it and some never found the purpose why they exist. So what's the whole big deal about finding the purpose then. We're just mere human anyways.

Human who gets hurt, hype, happy, depressed, carefree, distressed, sound, insane... The thing is, it all comes down to a point. We just want to be loved, encouraged and appreciated. Bottomline is just acceptance. Mere human. We are that simple.

Quote: Life is like a conversation, it's crazy if you do it alone.


Sunday, May 3, 2009


It's mother's day this week...she went to bed like any other ordinary night. By ordinary, it meant with an empty house, all her children were not by her side, scattered across the globe, the comfort of knowing them having better education was overwhelm by the fact she no longer can open the doors of their bedroom and sneak a peek at her three sleeping children.

Her husband lied at her side, snoring away as usual, her eyes were as heavy as her heart...

Then there was a sound of her cooking, a mother at the stove, stirring away some yummy dinner waiting for her children to return home. Her cooking had always worked the magic, the trick of getting the children home in time for dinner. And it worked, she can hear the slamming of the heavy wooden front door in the midst of the sizzle of the food in her pan. Ian came in and slipped his head out behind the door frame, with a big grin on his face, his signature grin that makes his eye shrink to a thin line. "What's cooking mommyyy..." He said with his clingy voice, this boy had never grew out of his love for mom. She smiled and signalled him to come on in to the kitchen. He just stood at the door and smiled.

Whoosh, she woke up in the dark, even more conscious than she is in the day. Realising that Ian is half a globe away, she could barely calm herself down. But the tiredness of her body after a long day at work drove her back to sleep.

She walked into the television room, the best room for afternoon naps in the heat of the day. The fan was making the sound as it cut through the hot air. Eva was lying on sideways on the couch, as she always did after college. She would just watch television until she falls asleep and the scent of the dinner cooking would wake her up. Mom knows her best. Her routine which does not involve revision had always worried her. She walked into the room, her daughter on the couch breathing steadily. Mom stooped down beside her, and put her arms around her daughter who used to be so small when she was born prematurely, now a young lady, even taller than mom herself.

Whoosh, she shrieked herself awake again. She couldn't hold it back, the thought sipped in like water in the flood, her children were no longer by her side, and tears dropped from her weak eyes.

She is my mom; and I am not by her side. I am so sorry, mom. No matter how bad a present I had bring to her for her special days, I realize now that the presence is more precious than anything else, just being with her means the world to her, and to me too.


Thank you for giving me your eyes, your nose, your smile, your hands...your love, your time and every shining moment of my life.




Saturday, May 2, 2009

Welcome the Negative

EEEEkkk~! Headng out forecast -> -1 degree tonight.
Yes, my 1st negative night.. ooo 加油加油~!


Related Posts with Thumbnails