Thursday, 27 November 2014

Happy Birthday!

Some day in November 2014.

On leave and after my usual morning walk in the forest, received a SMS from yt:
"Think you wait for her to wake up then go lunch and bathe."
My reply was short as usual:
Then I remembered...
"Happy Birthday baobei. Give me advance notice. Walking in the forest."
Next this SMS came in:
"Can send previous SMS again? First part only, haha."
My sweet wife. Love you, ever, forever….

In the photograph: my sweet daughter working hard on her batik painting.

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

That Report Book!

Wednesday, 5 Nov 2014.

Reaching home after work, yt said...

"Your that friend ah... Aiyo, you want to sign her report book?"

Taking tz's report book, my heart was pumping... pumping very fast till I am wondering if I am going to get a heart attack?


Not good, not among the top in her school. Not that bad either, I think. Not that bad I think it would be. At least the lowest among her 3 subjects is still above my expected marks.

加油 tz!

Next, I started practicing my signature on a piece of paper. Once, twice, three times... I continue practicing to get that perfect signature in tz's report book. It must be like after 20 times then yt said...

"Aiyo... don't need to be so stressed. When will you stop practicing and start putting that signature of yours on her report book?"

The next morning...

"Wa!!! I like practicing more than 100 times before I sign on your daughter's report book!"
said yt.

Err... who say don't need to be so stressed huh? Haha...

That first experience with tz's report book. That Report Book. Interesting, isn't it. That classic reaction all parents will have to face.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

The girl that got addicted to blogging.

Saturday, 22 Nov 2014.

Over dinner last night with me,
tz asked:

"Daddy, can you put my video of in-line skates on your blog and write something about it?"

I nodded.

"Daddy, now la. Ok?"

Aiyo, speaking Singish again. Mummy is going to have headache you know? Anyway, your daddy is not a professional writer. I really can't just write in any place at any time. Well, a promise is a promise and that's why I sat in McDonald's writing about it today.

After a long long time, my blog. Not that I have nothing to write or no mood to write. Just no time... Or lazy? Haha...

No time, or rather can't find time to write because I got addicted to walking and getting the opportunity to catch up listening to my downloaded podcasts. Oh, or is it the other way round. Hmmm...

Good addiction anyway, either way. Right?

By the way,
tz started with scooter, then bicycle, and now in-line skates. Err... what's next?

How nice if it is bachelors, masters then doctorates degrees. Sigh~

Saturday, 23 August 2014

It hurts, but it's ok.

Tuesday, 29 Jul 2014 at 6pm.

Had a long walk home this evening and it had been awhile since I last did that. That must have accounted to my recent increase in weight. Haha...

Today's walk is not only about the need to log that 10,000 steps per day, but also to expel my anger and reflect on the event that happened just hours ago.

Everybody have their weaknesses and so do I. For this particular weakness or rather fear, I had been trying to look for opportunities to fight it. I had been taking baby steps, but constantly so that I hope to conquer it sooner rather than later. It's one of my hindrances towards my dream.

My worst fear, that weakness won again this afternoon. I am fortunate to have people who are understanding and giving me the much needed support and advice. All, except one who took the opportunity to capitalise on my weakness. I am not sure what the intention was. Maybe I might have triggered that reaction from my earliest unacceptable behaviour to the person. Maybe it's resulted from my speech previously spoken. Maybe I might have hurt that person to be treated in this manner. 

All this were after thoughts during my long walk home. At that moment, I really felt like giving that person a punch or at least fight back with more hurtful words. But I did not. I did not because I don't think my action is going to be of help during that situation. I did not because if I were to fight back either in words or action, how much difference will I be as compare against that person. Moreover, there might be a reason for the behaviour which I have yet to find out. In any case, it just dented my pride with no other damages. Why take revenge when it was in fact giving me a good learning opportunity to toughen up myself.

I was very surprised, disappointed and hurt by the action of that person than the words used, or my inability to overcome my weakness again.

Well, I will practice harder and keep trying for that dream of mine. Life is a journey when we came with nothing and left with nothing. It's the experience in life that we should treasure. Everything comes for a reason. Rather than rejecting it, why not embraced it for the lesson that it brought along to teach us.

I am sorry for that thought of wanting to fight back on those hurtful words. 

I will move on with this episode. Please remind me, uncle life. Holding on to that revengeful thought only waste the previous memory for the better things in life.

P.S. – It obviously hurt me more than I expected. I am still wide awake at 3am that day! Haha…