Feeling the Feelings

My grandfather is a very quiet person. I remember when I was young; I was brought back to my father’s home town on every Chinese New Year. The moment when we turn into the junction reaching towards my grandfather’s house, my father will start reminding us to say all sorts of greetings to my grandfather… and, “remember say it loud”. So, every time we said the flowery greetings and were saying it real loud. Every time my grandfather will answer “hai…(yes)”, “enn…” with a smiling face. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll ask “how are you?” or “have you eaten?” I know everything sounds normal, but the thing is, I’ve never talked to my grandfather before. Except the greetings and “ye ye (grandfather) eat.” I’ve never talked to him about anything else. The silence-ness in him makes him looks serious and cool, my entire cousin doesn’t dare to talk to him, and he doesn’t bother to talk to us. Now, 20years later, when I look back, somehow I understand why he was so silent. He had been through a very hard time during his 30s (cut short the long grandma stories). People became more and more silent when they feel others won’t understand. Soon, they become totally silent and thinking no one needs to understand. I guess when you reach a certain stage of life, you’ll somehow experience this. You became quiet (the adults called it “mature”), not as noisy as last time… the time when you have no pressure at all… the time you were in primary school… the time when you need your teacher to spank you to make you quiet.
People are meant to misunderstand each other. No one ever understands you; because you are who you are, and you yourself don’t even understand why and how your personalities are grown in you. The happiest life is without worrying how others feel, as long as u know you are doing the right things… although people might take it a “wrong things”. We can’t control other’s feelings, people feel what they wants to feel and sometimes, they don’t even know why they are feeling that way. Instead of explaining to others, why not just let them feel what they are feeling? Because feelings are just feeling, it will somehow be gone as time pass. Only god understands you, he knows you by name, before you were born. Because He created you.

Rainy Good Friday

Someone said "it was always a raining day on Good Friday!", it was true when I look into this matter on every Good Friday these few years... there were raining days, including this year. Tonight is raining again, always a rainy Good Friday, as on the day He had crucified for us.

100% in life?

Came across this content by email just now... really attractive.

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
If:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
And:
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%
But:
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%
Then, look how far the love of God will take you:
L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D
12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%
Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:
While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

My Little Sister

After a physically and mentally stressful day… after an accident happened to miimo’s car right after work (I believe things will be better after I said a little prayer)… I’m here adding more text on my blog because of this…A little piece of artwork by my little sister. It happened to be a surprise, when I went into the bathroom to take my bath right after her. Never thought that she would do such a lovely stuff for me. Eunice is 10 years younger than me, that is the reason why I’m able to bully her anytime. But I guess no one has to worry about her being bullied in the family, because she is able to manage her dissatisfactions and release her emotion on my cute little Easter (my dog). There are timeSs I found out my sister were torturing cute-little-innocent-Easter... there was once, she placed Easter on the shelf in the dark and lonely storeroom until I managed to rescued cute little Easter. There was once, she placed Easter on the iSqueez (leg-massager machine) for hours, until I came down from up stairs and rescued cute little Easter. Thank god for my sister, anyhow still “bernilai kasih sayang” and did not on the switch… or else my cute little Easter will be squeezed for hours… and it might be too late when I realize that. There was once, she punished Easter for nothing... She made Easter stands on the tall chair for hours… until I saw it and rescued my poor little Easter. There was once… There was once…
The conclusion, Easter is the living object that suffered most abusive act in my family … Oh my poor little Easter, imagine how many things had happened when I was not there? (By the way, I was the crazier kid compare to my sister; who loved to play tricks on whomever I could… muAhahaaa… kinda miss those times…)

Poor little Easter with her new poodle hair style.