What Exactly is LOVE?

April 29th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

 

i have these special trips i take with 5 ko.

usually, chengsim will text me if it was convenient for
me to drop off her mom back to her old house….
little housekeeping chores
or perhaps
participating in a community party or stuff

we don’t stay quiet or polite
usually we share and discuss about
life evolving loved ones
so much to chat about

until that morning
5 ko suddenly asked me
” what is love?”

but isn’t it what we have been embracing all these while?

if 5 ko at 75 cannot define love
i am not going to pretend i know better

we decided that it is immaterial definition
but absolute contention

we parted as usual when the car approached that familiar house

she winked….yes
she winked at me before alighting

and said,…
” …love matters not to be understood
my dear, just be happy!”

gaining new sight

April 28th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

mom through a corneal transplant

Alright, no matter how tough or strong you are…..when facing an operating theater,
one suddenly gets the jitters. My mom was no exception.

mom

Confronting the positive prospect of regaining her sight on the right eye, another
evil likelihood surfaced…..what if she never come out of the anesthesia?

Talking about stress, you wouldn’t believe the places she stashed her money!
She was like talking to Rockwill’s agent when instructing me how much to bequest
to her beloveds.

high bp

Her blood pressure shot up that morning. So obvious….and the nurse was like telling her off. I had to remind her that my mom was entitled to be a little anxious
about being cut.

After 2 hours

i wanna sleep by you.

She was a stubborn, obstinate tiger before, and came out a very drowsy
and passive kitten after the transplant. I like her better now.

Mom is recovering well. So sorry that I don’t have a pic of her in a much
jovial mood. She is doing fine and we are so blessed.

 

girl in red shoes

April 19th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

Not easy getting Margaux to agree on stuffs. Just barely 5, actually 4 plus, you just cannot shove things or idea to her.

We needed to be out as soon and convincing her to just wear any shoes.

NO! NO! It has to be her RED SHOES!

revisiting grandma

April 16th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

It is easy for me to remember how long grandma has left us.

I was pregnant with Adrienne then, so grandma has been gone now for like 17 over years.

As in most traditional families, I was not grandma’s favourite. She was truly into this male heritage and gender biased stuff, I was a constant
victim.

Nevertheless, the discriminations and verbal abuse grew me.

I never hated her.

In fact, I admired her dominance and intelligence.

I tried all ways to win a little space in her heart but in vain. Massaging her legs, rubbing and warming her back on cold nights, squeezing her Sunkist oranges minus the seeds, bake her sugarless cakes……

I wonder if Angie felt fortunate. I guessed not, at this tender age. Mom loves her like her own grandchild.

Mom adores her like her own grandchild.

How come my grandma never loved me like how mom loves Angie?

honey & lemon

April 14th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

invited lots of interest lately.
All because i am now in love.

i get calls, short messages and emails.

Just yesterday morning, a pretty lady
drove into my neighbourhood and
needed to know my state of bliss.

For heaven sakes…..

Hey, i have always been in love.
Perhaps, the game of loving was different.

When you love family members,
you don’t screen, qualify nor choose.
They are there, like it or not…..
pain as they could be
cute or otherwise
don’t we just love them,
unconditionally?

People out there.

Loving someone else that’s not family
begins with screening, qualifying and
finally a choice to commit…
to love, to trust and to embrace another.

When you do it long enough,
you start wanting him to be a part of your family.
And if he stole your whole hearted soul……
soon you would have forgotten
terms
promises
and whatnots
and love him like family,
unconditionally.

Hey people out there!
i am doing fine and very happy.

In loving, family or otherwise
please don’t pretend
you are gulping honey neat

i’d love a honey and lemon, please…..

happy for us

April 14th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

Vickie and I used to be MBA classmates.

I was not very determined, she was.

She is graduating this 24th, I am not.

I am happy for her…..

Vickie and I,  in our 40s and long single

I am lucky to have met Steve, she wasn’t

I had wanted to hook them up, I didn’t.

She is happy for me……

revisiting grandma

April 12th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

It is easy for me to remember how long grandma has left us.

I was pregnant with Adrienne then, so grandma has been gone now for like 17 over years.

As in most traditional families, I was not grandma’s favourite. She was truly into this male heritage and gender biased stuff, I was a constant victim.

Nevertheless, the discriminations and verbal abuse grew me.

I never hated her.

In fact, I admired her dominance and intelligence.

I tried all ways to win a little space in her heart but in vain. Massaging her legs, rubbing and warming her back on cold nights, squeezing her Sunkist oranges minus the seeds, bake her sugarless cakes……

I wonder if Angie felt fortunate. I guessed not, at this tender age. Mom loves her like her own grandchild.

the catcher in the rye

April 8th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

although i am lifting pages,
trying hard to absorb those deep stories of Philip

but my mind is so stucked with Caufield,
that little big young boy with random thoughts

i feel
the only way to love someone like Caufield

is to catch not
but set him free

home for dinner

April 1st, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

mom's cooking 3I

I miss U
Can we meet for Dinner?
You Bet! Mom is a salaried woman.
You see, I am like her provider..
and she sees me like a “husband”
ironic..not

She used to cook what everybody likes
except me.

Now that, she doesn’t cook for others
she claims to be only cooking for me.

I love her simple food.

She is funny.

She doesn’t understand
what is called FRESH. Yeah…
She is impulsive and compulsive.

Anyways
she cooked me
resteamed chicken with danguai
yummy yummy

mom's cooking 2

Best of all mommy’s nourishing soup 

mom's cooking 1 by you.

cry not

April 1st, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

A soft knock on my bedroom door.
” Joanne mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?”

tired by you.

Angie all tired out after school..7.30pm

I have never been on the afternoon session, maybe my time
there weren’t too many students. Maybe, this is only apparent
in the Chinese medium schools.

tired 4

I had wanted to pity her.
I cannot. I think she is just so lucky to be going through all these pain.

Cry not!

At least, she is not an orphan.
She is the only kid from 2 adults who are done with each other, but
Angie is not done with the rest of us.

She has got my mom to fuss over her diet and cleanliness.
She has the maid to help her with shoes, uniforms and bag.
She has my dad to crack open the half boiled eggs every morning.
She has Edward to pat her little dearie to slumberland.
She has moi, yours truly to cuddle on my extra king sized bed.
She has Adrienne to play elder sis.

I think Angie has a swell life!