The men in my family
February 29, 2008
Our lives are shaped by those we grow up with, listen to and love. Particularly so, they say the men in your life are those who carve your values, your outlook of life, and the way you express yourself.
The men in my family are all people who I love with all my life; and although I hardly tell people this, I love them, much too dearly.
My grandfather, Yeye, whose comeback after a terrible scare from a fall late last year is epitome of strength and determination. Although at times domineering, I look at him and am so darn proud of him. For pulling through, still smiling, still looking so radiant, still so unafraid to fully live life every single day, and he is my inspiration. Before the operation, I told myself there would always be other times that I could spend with him, I could always do it tomorrow, today was just too busy. But now, when I go out with him and Nai Nai, in Orchard road, I am unafraid and unashamed to be seen walking hand in hand with him as we cross the road, we sit and talk easily, not like before, and when I see him smile and laugh, I constantly thank God for His miracle in Yeye’s life. I am blessed to be able to enjoy more years with Yeye, and to learn and listen from him, his zest for knowledge and his never ending thirst to be aware and experience.
My father, is also similar to Yeye. Only with Daddy I havent actually dared to tell him I love him. I grew up living in the shadow of his expectations; he expects alot out of me because he expects alot out of himself, and his upbringing thought him never to take the pleasures in life for granted. Sometimes I wish I could communicate better with him, that we can just hang out and talk about life without ending up in quarrels, but no matter what I always know that he does what he does because he cares for me, just sometimes he cares too much and interferes too much. My father is always protective of me, his fierce demeanor more of a shield for his worry about my being hurt then a weapon to take away my happiness. And for that I am thankful; that beneath it all its his love that I carry away with me, in my heart. Because of him, I learn to be practical, to fight for what I want, and to push myself further. But also because of him, I realise I have to be happy with who I am, and not be encased in what someone else wants for me. I love him too much too, but sometimes we can be meanest to those we love the most, and I really want that to reverse.
My Brother, son of my grandfather’s son. A young but wise soul; someone I really enjoy conversations with. His deep insights and interesting views on life sometimes shock me, because for his age he is matured and more than meets the eye. I am terribly proud of him, for his love for people and those around, and for his compassion that I see when he argues for a cause. Both him and I have the same passion for writing and pouring the ink of our souls onto canvases, papers, the computer. We delight in many similar aspects, art, reading, writing, travelling, reminiscing. I am so honoured to be his sister.
Shawn, my dearest and closest cousin. Not literally, because he is down under in Australia, sometimes I think too far for me to call him out for a drink and to chill, but with him i am able to share many thoughts, many emotions, without feeling judged. He gives me strength through his encouragements, his quirky thoughts, and his crazy behavior. I miss him already.
There you have it, the men in my family. I would say we are all made up of lines that trace the path of our lives, these lines formed because of the people we know, and for me, especially the men in my family. Im so glad that they’re in my life. So, so glad.
Inverse.
February 27, 2008
The cheaper the freight, the less efficient the route.
Protected: Cause we are who we are
February 24, 2008
Cada noche es día.
February 23, 2008
Cada noche es día.
La salida del sol es tan brillante,
las puestas del sol siempre más brillantes,
cada vez que pienso en usted,
yo piensa en usted y usted y usted.
Millones de estrellas y la luz imponente
Encenderá para arriba el camino una vez fino y obscuridad
Cada mañana que despierto los olores del aire más dulces.
Cada vez que pienso en usted, pienso en usted y usted
Protected: Intangible
February 22, 2008
Paint me a picture I can see
February 8, 2008
Music fills me with emotions I can’t spell out;
The lyrics show me more than the title.
Just like the colours of the wind,
I dont see the notes or the sound of the palette.
Wish i could write out all I’m thinking
18 years and so many aging
Tell them i love them, tell them how much I miss them.
Like the piano keys whose black against white
Breathe a million colours in my mind,
Please, paint me a picture I can see.
