Sunday, 17 June 2012

She's a big girl...

She turned twelve on May 1. She was presented with two cute birthday cupcakes.
She celebrated her birthday with friends at school a day earlier.
On May 1, she had it celebrated once more and this time with her love ones.
Both her parents were there. Her big brother was present. Her grandma and grandpa, uncles and aunties...
cousins ...small and big...everyone was there, joining in the celebration.

And, the birthday girl is no other than my one and only daughter, Lynn.

From a bubbly chubby rosy-cheek girl, she's grown up so fast.
She would be issued her own identity document in a few day's time.
She has begun to have her say in buying and choosing her own clothes.
She pays more attention to her body.
Her chubby cheeks are gone. She has won the battle of belly bulge once and for all.

Nonetheless, she is still my little girl.
She is always be the young girl to me even though she is all grown up in others' eyes.

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Thursday, 14 June 2012

Dear Sophyta ...

Yes! This is a backdated post! I reminded myself
that I need to record every joyful and meaningful moment
in my life ... and happiness meant to be shared!

Dear blog,

Today, June 8, 2012.  It’s the last league of the mid-year break. Waking up to a fresh and bright day on the highland, I savoured every moment possible. However the fine weather was short-lived as it poured hours later. The rain did not come alone. It was accompanied by thick heavy mist and freezing wind. The mist descended upon the area like a host of angels touching down the earth. It enveloped the whole field force camp, an excellent retreat that we called home, blurring the vision, shielding many apartments and little hills nearby.

The misty heaven-like scenery last for a mere hour, and the sun made its grand entrance once again. The reappearance of Mr Sun was soft yet forceful, though. Its bright light was peering through doorways and windows. Every nook and cranny was not spared from the piercing heat.  It brightened the whole sanctuary and it definitely cheered me up too.

Nonetheless, how I wished the connection is as good as it used to be back home in the low-lying land. How I dreamed of wonderful virtual tasks that could be executed whenever I was connected. How I hoped I could update my dear Sophyta’s Casita more often. But, there was always a blessing in disguise. I have accomplished a score of worldly tasks with the Internet in the absentia. I have even attained peace of mind without the present of the internet.

Dear readers,
Please come back to catch a glimpse of my ‘worldly tasks’ achievement.
Till then ... goodbye friends. 
Goodbye holidays!

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Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Living among the lowly on the highlands...

They are called the jungle people. They are always frowned upon by the so-called civilized people. They live simply but contentedly. They don’t gawk or make unpleasant remarks when they cross path with you. They don’t yell at dusk when peace and tranquillity is much needed. They are well aware of individual’s rights. They don’t trespass to your property despite living in squalor. And, the most importantly they don’t practise exorcism. Yes! They are my new lovely neighbours, sharing the serene neighbourhood on the highlands.

Involuntarily, the bitter memories of the lowland neighbours kept coming back, haunting me endlessly. Their conducts made me squirm in disguise each time I reminisced the bad old days. They were presumably the learned ones. They were frequently sought by the equally lost souls. They won all disputes as they were forever right. Thus, it was pointless to reason with them. The whole pack would attack the rivals if challenged. They expected their next door neighbours to give in to their every whim and fancy. Your driveway was at all times theirs as they, as well as their ‘customers’ parked their cars haphazardly. Your backyard was also theirs since they constantly needed it for their family functions.  And, the worst of all they performed eerie exorcism!

The purported devout god followers had never thought of others well-being. They carried out the witchcrafts whenever they desired. It could be at eight when little kids were in need of some quality times with their parents. It was even executed at midnight, and the shrill wails of the possessed sent poor girls out of their bed. Many a time it was performed at three in the morning, and no doubt many poor souls residing close by lying wide awake till the crack of dawn.

I am not ranting but simply sharing.

A great lesson learnt! 

The look doesn't really matter. The IQ is never an issue. But, the heart is!
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