“Aliens On Wheels”

That is mom’s exclamation! So cute.

2 complete idiots who couldn’t stand the pressure of watching badminton, a game we both familiar. Decided to watch the CYCLING segment that I knew nuts.

Unfolding Chapters

Do you ever believe that your life’s story been planned?

God’s Plan?
Fate or Destiny?

Or you rather choose, I mean to believe that destiny is in your hands?

That you are master and ultimate author of your book of love, ups and downs, chaos and routine……you write the chapters of your life!

I choose to accept that I am the reason why I live life it has been and how it is now and what it shall be tomorrow.

It makes sense of everything.

Endless Chapter

A-maze-ing………yup, I have got one that never seemed to end. The plot and the casts have gone so stale. But that chapter just refuses to end. It is worst than watching old reruns of a B & W matinee. Most authors would just kill it! Move the boring scenes……change the landscape, for heaven sake.

I am tuning off this broken “Sony Tape Recorder” chapter.

Non-Starter Chapter

Precious….Any chapters that weren’t penned or initiated, are the most perfect chapters! Flawless and priceless to behold…..chapters you unfold with perfect memories. Unblemished. You can change it in dimensions and flow, same casts……..different storyline and ending exacting your moment’s desire.

I call them the “What If” chapters.

Heart Warming Chapter

These chapters normally appear because the writer is prepared for the unexpected. To explore the possibilities of allowing exceptions to life’s comfort in normality and familiarity. Usually, they are valuable and heart-warming chapters carrying essential spices to induce aroma to the writer’s pot…..of course, once in awhile you get bumped off!

I treasure them as my “bonus” chapters.

We All Make Sacrifices

If this is the “strongest” man we have in the Government to fight the “giant” opposition………

it goes to show now that Arif Shah is also good enough to be the next PM of Malaysia if he wins the Permatang Pauh by-election.

Don’t kid me!

Healing the Wounded….

I played doctor recently.

I nursed no ordinary persons but good old dad!

At 4am last Thurs, there was a faint knock on my door.
“It’s me…..dad. Help me!”
I quickly dashed out to find him sprawled, head down.
I was relieved to see blood actually……..
It wasn’t a heart attack. Thank God!

Dad overzealously did a kungfu kick that costed him a toenail but
it succesfully made me look a panda the entire week!

After I gave the wound its first dressing, we advised him to see a doctor in case he needed a tetanus jab. He was reluctant but relented to mum’s nagging.

He was brooding blue on this Mon.
His face was as black as his dried wounded toe.
He has to go in for his redressing.
“I am not going!”, he exclaimed.
He swore the nurses were peverts.

They didn’t handle him gently enough the first time and
he knew it was going to be more painful peeling off the
gauge and cotton wool.
He kept repeating…..”Those suckers…..love to see me bleed!”

I wasn’t in a hurry that morning so I told him that I could do it.
I spent 2 hours courting dad’s wounded toe,
in the midst of mum’s rantings and unkind discouragements.

After patiently soaking into warm Dettol-ed water,
we gave enough time for all hardened to break.
It even shut up mum’s mouth!

Dad smiled and thanked me for the best gift ever!

I kissed and wished him…..
Happy Birthday on my way out to work.

Moral of the story if seeking to heal:

1. You don’t just let anyone attend to you. You choose someone that loves you enough. Had mom been the one attending….dad be cursing and dead by now!
2. The timing. You cannot rush healing. 2 hours compared to 2 minutes…..
3. Be prepared to be wounded again. Dad knocked on a stool and caused a little bleeding again but it didn’t kill him. He weathered the first big blow and is now more prepared for smaller bumps.

The Moon Doesn’t Represent Our Hearts ….

Shit!

We, poor feathered birds who cannot fly have been badly fooled.

Them (Damn), black and white swans.

Courting secretly behind our backs.

Mind you….they had BIG plans on how to serve us…..
seriously roasted on a platter!

At least, I am kinder. I imagined them, swans.

Our ex- PM, likened them white swans; as cats and the black ones; as goats!

Imagine the breed, if this courtship ended with their marriage!

I am feeling a little bit hot here………is the oven on?

Big Love and Small Heart….don’t go together?

 I love to hear real life love stories.

Not ordinary ones, but BIG, BIG love stories.

I heard a couple from just a person lately.

And am i supposed to feel sorry for his agonising loves not leading to a fairy tale ending or be totally envious of his journeys?

The courage and chance to love, be loved……….at least once in our lifetimes.

I choose the latter.

Many die not knowing what love can be. It is truly a pity.

Be weary though……….don’t court big love if you only got a small heart!

It can haunt you a lifetime.

It comes in “B & W” reruns that keep you company on lonely days…….it is free and it is called MEMORIES.

Real BIG, BIG ones too!

I Pick This from Lene’s Blog

Feeling Unwanted?

 Don’t we all feel like her, forever an outcast compared them, beautiful swans?

Migrations.

It is an option.

Maybe the ducks down south will be able to accomodate us after they won the 212-mile sovereignity along the white rocks.

Maybe if our swans lost another bigger piece of pineapple land instead of a pebble in another poker game.
We may all get PRs to join Kiasuland,

What if the southern ducks, even though we look alike and we thought our own kind so decides to ditch us? You know……southern ducks are after all more superior?

Let’s think creative. We used to be very good right? Once with the swans….no?

Maybe, we should then start figuring out how the mainland birds arranged Mexican marriages in the 80s….and make the world their countryland.

You think they see it funny if this lame ducky me from Bolehland walk down the aisle with a kangaroo?

Moreover, we have to make another important migratory decision. You know the logistics.

Shall we swim or fly?

A View towards Living….

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away!
- George Carlin

Life is for those who wants to live “it”…….

as far as I am concerned.

Some may enjoy it, in an abundance, in opulence.
Why not?

The art is not in the state, but in the mind……

After living half my life, that is if I get to live to a 100,
I don’t need to yearn for the “impossible” anymore.

But, then people say nothing is impossible.
Okay, let me possibly correct the impossibilities.
Let us put that term as “illusive” or “difficult”.

I want life in simplicity.
I want laughter and joy.

I need to seize whatever little time left…..to live, simply.

I think many still don’t get it that simplicity can take your breath away too…

so abundant and opulent!

Remember that it is not in their state but in your mind?

Try…..

by opening that little window to your mind.

Hand in Hand

I pedaled the 200 metres.

Chengsim’s maid can recognise the familiar ring from my bike.

5 Ko is so happy that I dropped by. She called Mom this afternoon after the news of Anwar’s arrest reached her. She sounded very disturbed.

She asked me so many questions.
Questions I had no answers to.

I only smiled and said…….

“Aren’t you glad Jooyee and family migrated to Brisbane?”

She gave me a brilliant smile.

Hand in hand, we rested like 2 oversized children on Qiaose’s tiny bed.

We continued with the love stories of our lives.

Life must go on…….despite.