"Sour grapes may turn into sweet ice wine,
if we wait long enough,
just for it to become frozen on the vine."
Saturday 14 August 2010
Wednesday 12 May 2010
Reflection of Time
Moving out for the first time is not easy. It is not only physically and mentally stressful, but also emotionally draining. No matter how eager you are to move to a new place, no matter how excited you are to stay in a brand new house, there is somehow something about the old home that you are going to miss.
So, 2010 is the first year my family is moving out to a new home. I am definitely going to miss our old house in the town. That is the place where i grew up in a huge extended family. That is the home which all of us siblings knew from birth. That is also the hub where relatives from far and near gather during homecoming.
The town house of ours has witnessed a succession of occupants in the family since generations ago. It is indeed a reflection of time. I am flying off to the States tomorrow and when i return home by next month, I will be stepping into a new house altogether. I know I will swell with a bundle emotions at that time - missing the old home in the midst of adjusting to the new one. But time changes. The old house has been our childhood home where all cousins gather and play, but who knows - 50 years down the road, the new house will become our grandchildren's get-together place.
So, 2010 is the first year my family is moving out to a new home. I am definitely going to miss our old house in the town. That is the place where i grew up in a huge extended family. That is the home which all of us siblings knew from birth. That is also the hub where relatives from far and near gather during homecoming.
The town house of ours has witnessed a succession of occupants in the family since generations ago. It is indeed a reflection of time. I am flying off to the States tomorrow and when i return home by next month, I will be stepping into a new house altogether. I know I will swell with a bundle emotions at that time - missing the old home in the midst of adjusting to the new one. But time changes. The old house has been our childhood home where all cousins gather and play, but who knows - 50 years down the road, the new house will become our grandchildren's get-together place.
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Saturday 27 March 2010
To believe
"When I'm able to walk on my own two feet again, when I'm able to manouver the steering wheel one fine day, I will come to see you on my own, doctor. I promise..."
Those were the most uplifting words I have heard since many months ago. So restorative they are, they also heal the heart of a listener like me. Those were the words which upraise my tainted heart after encountering so many lifeless souls and disheartened spirits at the medical house.
Indeed, there is no one else better to believe in, except for you yourself.
I hope, he will be able to make it one day, to walk on his own two feet again without aids, to drive a car and meet his doctor and proudly say "I've made it".
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