A true story

The story that I am about to tell was based on the memories of a boy, a toddler nevertheless who had gone through pain and hardship, thick and thin, rain and shine so please, be grateful for what you have.

One year has 52 weeks or 365 days which is simply put, 8760 hours. You multiply by 60 and you get 525,600 minutes multiply by 60 again you get 31,536,000 seconds. All of this is in one year. That is a long period of time for a person like me to endure and persevere, waiting for that someone to come back to me and lift me up from the ground.

All I heard was “Good-bye, I love you,” and that person left me. That person played a gigantic and important role in my life. That person was the center of my universe, that person gave me joy when I needed it, gave me comfort when I was going through the saddest day of my life. That person was the bright white light in my small, dark, lonely life. Unfortunately that someone was diagnosed with cancer and was predicted to die in a year. That person was my father.

This grave chapter of my life occurred when I was in primary one. My father explored the world scurrying here and there, finding a respectable doctor to treat his incurable disease. Europe, Japan, China, America, these are just some of the countries that my father flocked to locate the perfect doctor.
Meanwhile back home, I never received any news from Dad and Mom. I only got pictures of them touring China, America and other countries. Life was cruel to me. No more going out to eat with Dad. No more car rides with Dad. It was just my grandfather and me alone in the house. I remembered the sleepless nights that I found myself in tears, with no one beside me to console. I cannot seem to picture myself growing up without a father, my father.

Fortunately, he found a suitable doctor closer to home. He was finally cured from cancer and most of all; he is still alive and well. That year I almost lost someone close to me. He literally was staring at death during that year. I was lucky that fate had finally made up to alter the course of my father’s life.

One year has 52 weeks or 365 days which is, simply put, 8760 hours. You multiply by 60 and you get 525,600 minutes multiply by 60 again you get 31,536,000 seconds. All of this is in one year. That year I learned one thing; to live everyday as it was your last and be content of what you have. So next time when you are out spending Daddy’s money, think how much that money could mean to your Dad when he is on his death bed.

Sacrifices and Choices

Would you sacrifice your parents or your spouse?
Would you sacrifice your kids or your spouse?

I have an story for the first example. My mom is a Singaporean and my dad is an Indonesian. She CHOSE to move to Indonesia to be TOGETHER with my dad. She sacrificed her parents to spend time with my dad. So romantic.

The second answer is my kids. I chose this because you have one 'perfect' wife. The next one will have similar characteristics like the first one BUT can NEVER be as good as the first one. My kids will have characteristics from me and my spouse but would not inherit completely everything from my spouse or me. If I have a child again at least I can have some genes from my spouse. But with another wife, then I can't have the genes from the first wife. Which makes me sad.

Life is full of sacrifices and choices. You make some good ones and bad ones and try not to look back. They are filled with advantages and disadvantages. As we are all human, we do not have the psychic powers/ ability to foresee the future thus we are all forced live with the consequences that we made.

First of all, sacrifices and choices are different. A sacrifice can be a choice but a choice cannot be a sacrifice. To me, both makes a significant and humongously huge impact. Without those two, we cannot gain experience and better ourselves. We need to fall down first to learn our mistakes. They are very important in our lives.

Choices to me are simple things. Its like E math, requires little or no thinking whatsoever. Sacrifices are quite complex and requires a profound mind and consumes a lot of time. Its like a car crash, once you crash, you cannot rewind it and try to avoid it. You have to go through it like it or not.

Back the the question:

Would you sacrifice your parents or your spouse?
Would you sacrifice your kids or your spouse?

Its your choice to make. I did how about you?

That special someone...

"If you sit by a fire for a minute, it seemed like an hour. But if you sit with a love for an hour, it seemed like a minute" Albert Einstein.

It seemed that I had been bitten by the love bug or cupid's arrow or what ever you want to call it. No, its not Molly that I am attract to. Its someone - a girl that I do not want to say, to keep the game afoot.

To start with, its sounds kind of cliche but here goes; she was the most beautiful person that I have ever set my eyes on. I felt that time has paused whenever she was in my mind. And whenever I talk to her, the seconds that ticked away seemed like an endless eternity waiting for her reply.

Her intonation, her gentle voice; every single word that came out from her mouth was like listening to a live orchestra - extremely soothing, touching and captivating. Her eyes glistened and sparkled with creativity and imagination. Her face was filled expression and gleaming with enthusiasm and curiosity. Her smooth, black, silky hair often shone under the light.

She is just simply put, hot. Every time she entered a room that I was in, the temperature felt a few degrees higher. She has an aura of peacefulness and "don't worry, its gonna be ok" type of thing. Being with her is indescribable. No words in any language whatsoever can describe the type of feeling I have. No love poem/sayings are noble enough to describe my love towards her. No book is thick enough for me to write how my life meant nothing without her.

My life is like a unfinished jigsaw puzzle - incomplete, not enough, missing one piece. Which was her. But when that missing puzzle piece was joined with the rest, my life would be complete - filled, whole, perfect.

Dear _____, in case if you are reading this, let me tell you that my heart will always be yours. If you fall down, I will be the first person to get you back on your feet. If you cry, I will lend you my shoulder. If you are lonely, I will keep you company even if it means traveling to the ends of the earth. You mean the whole world to me, and I will never let you go...

"She has all the virtues I like and all the vices I admire" Sir Winston Churchill.


If you still can't understand, maybe this song will.


Love,


The toddler

Hearing problems and philosophy thingdos...

You just entered a restaurant, a waiter shows you your seat. You order the dishes and iced tea. Unfortunately, the waiter askes,

Do you want ICE with that tea?

This type of question really gets on my nerves. I mean I already told the waiter that I want ice tea. Can he hear properly? Is it because of a cultural thing? Or people hear need to hear things repeatedly? Well, I do not have the answer to all those questions. But I do know one thing. In order to be successful in life, you must be able to first take instructions.

Students, if you did not hear what your teacher is teaching then how are you supposed to excel in class? (that is you do not have a textbook/or any book relevant to the subject and also assuming that no help can be found.)

Teachers, if you did not heed what the school says how are you maintain your job?

Parents, if you did not listen from the other people about the managing money how are you going to pass on your riches to the following generations.

And the list goes on and on. But to keep it short, listen first then lead later. In life we need to tell, hear and learn.

Molly...

When I met Molly today, She was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Even though she could not balance herself, I liked the way she fell down- extremely comical yet graceful. Her words were like a melodious tune wafting into my ears. Her face was filled with pitifulness and compassion. Her eyes sparkled and twinkled with encouragement and hope.

I'll never forget her aristocratic-like prance, so confident with every step, so adroit, so harmonious, so Molly. She is very suave and exceptionally convincing, extremely outgoing, and does not like to be left alone.

I absolutely with all my heart and soul adore Molly. She completes me. When I had a conversation with her, she would always listen as if I was the only person in the room.

Every single second that I spent with her, I would cherish it. Molly was like no other person I met before. She was ALWAYS siding me.

Sure she likes to down and dirty and play around. We all have our differences. But sadly, I have to face the fact that Molly is a dog. She is a hush puppy/sausage dog. And a cute one too. I just wish that she could respond instead of barking when I was telling her about how cute she was. I certainly do believe that

A dog is Man's best friend.

Molly's unconditional love will always brighten up my day. I will always love you, Molly.

Rant, Rant, Rant and... Oooh a cookie!!!

After a long, soothing, relaxing, peaceful, tranquil, and not to mention lukewarm shower, I was greeted by what I feared the most. The chilling winter gust of the air conditioner that kept on blasting through the holes of the bathroom door. I hated this; furthermore, my parents are paying a five star hotel to do this.

Why does a hotel, especially a reputable one, has to freeze their suites? I mean it was not prescribed by us customers? My recent holiday trip was to the tropics, so I do not see the need to make their rooms well below zero degrees. I mean when I slid on the bed wearing shorts, it was like cold water spraying on my feet. Instead of watching Nicholas Cage dodging bullets in Gone in 60 seconds,

I was literally shivering to death. This was miles from what I expected from a five star hotel such as the one I stayed in.

Wait, I think you may be thinking this:

Hm.... I disagree, hotels make their rooms for hygienic purposes.

Well, to answer that question; I have a question: Aren't hotels are supposed to keep their rooms and their premises spit spot? So I really think that arctic atmosphered rooms are not a necessity.

The toddler signing off.

A Ridiculously Tough Question ( DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SOLVE WITHOUT PARENTAL GUIDANCE!)

I always thought that being sick was the best time of my teenage life. But as it turns out, it was living hell. Life was miserable; I could not do anything... literally. I could not get out of bed without fear of falling off creeping out and pouncing me. It was terrible.

Death was lurking close by, I could almost feel its grasp; inching closer and closer with every breath I sucked in. 40.1 degrees Celsius. Mom and Dad are freaked out just by looking at the reading. They called the doctor and asked for his advice, tormented me with the freezing cold pack. It was murderous.

I was already wearing 3 layers of clothes, two layers of blankets and still, artic air from the air conditioner found a small crack and barged in to give me the gitters, if you know what I mean.

Do I want to get sick again? Yes, I do but not this bad. Sure you get homework and get the painful, nerve-racking, tennie wennie mosquito blood test injection. But look on the bright side, who wants to be at school sleeping during morning assembly when you can be snuggled in comfortably in your own bed? You can be playing computer; surfing, facebook-ing, blogging, whatever!

Peace,

The Toddler