Sunday, May 6, 2018

Letters 557: OF Birthday & The Flying Socks

"I dream."

- Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart, 1999)

To whom I haven't met yet,

           I can assure you I celebrated my birthday on 20th April with a bang, like really a big bang. I received 18 birthday cakes, not to mention countless chocolates. Of course the usual remark by others after I uploaded the photos in social media is 'what the f*ck did you do to get such wonderful cakes?'. 

          It is surprising how one can see humor in almost everything, apart from death itself. For myself, I thank God for my health & a keen sense of humor. Anyway, after one quiet week, the 'fun' has started again. No, I am not talking another birthday but the upcoming 14th General Election. The little quiet spell I had is finished. Every morning, despite living in a quiet neighborhood, I heard people screaming their lungs out campaigning for their preferred candidates. Few days ago, I took off my socks & put it at the edge of the balcony. The socks flew right onto one of the campaigning staff at the ground floor. So yours truly here pretend that the socks belongs to the neighbor instead the moment someone shouted bad words.

          Well, I had an increase in my salaries again for the second times this year. I feel like a fat bloated capitalist. Despite having a fat wallet, I have just come back from having a dinner which was tuna (tinned), iced syrup, bread & tea. I guess I am not the kind of person who spent my hard earned cash buying 'weirdo food'. Instead, I bought 150 boxes of personal pizza for the orphans & beggars around the town area.

          So with that witty remark about  my life, I shall bring this letter to a finish. Cherrio hummingbird. Good luck & God bless you, wherever you are in this world.


Life will be perfect when you are inside.

To destiny,

The Half Moon Serenades.

6th of May 2018.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Letters 556: A Grenade of Happiness

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations."

- John Green (The Fault in Our Stars, 2012)

To whom I haven't met yet,

         Once a week, I do volunteer work at a center for young kids with learning disabilities. I put my teaching skills to  good use & teach them the basic survival skills in the working world. 

         Being lively at this center is not a life without problems. There are negative moments known as emotional swings by the disabled kids. The negative moments is endless. But complain is not something I planned to do the moment I signed up to teach here. There is so much to live for & so many beautiful memories that we will create together as time goes by.

          Dear hummingbird, these moments have certainly made an impression. You know that feeling when you learn something new in your life & you feel as if you are still a part of the students? That is when I know my life has made an impact on me. That is when something leaves a mark that may be forgotten but can never be erased.

           People asked, why I decided to teach at night when I can actually live a decent life with my morning job? I think the job as a teacher have the power to change my perception of things. 

            Within the next few days, yours truly will lights up the life of beggars around Penang , the orphans at the orphanage & the old folks at the retirement home with tonnes of pizza. 

           Yes, that time of the year when I will celebrate my birthday in beautiful ways. I feel so happy putting smiles on their face. Looking at this beautiful people, I will transform myself into a grenade of happiness, waiting to explode.

             Until then, have yourself a wonderful life too, forever & always. 


And I want you to realize that I will love you more than you will ever be to see.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.

14th of April 2018.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Letters 555: Of Journey, Faith & Sky

"People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die."

- Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood, 1987)

To whom I haven't met yet,

            Would you believe me if I told you the view of sunrises & sunsets from my condominium transformed the sky into a panorama of different colors everyday? Well, I told my neighbor about it but she, just like others are too busy to look upwards.

              Each time I went for a morning walk/jog, looking upwards, the superb cloud formations made me think of the journey all of us went through in life. Life is a journey. Sometimes, shit happens. But one thing for sure, we cannot run away from its ups & downs.

              Dear hummingbird, God has not promised a wonderful journey with sorrow but He has promised grace & strength for every trial in our life. Each day, I told myself that we can take the journey better when we believe that all bad things eventually pass. 

               Every journey is different. Some require extraordinary strength, some require the right amount of love to help one take another step forward. Each time people approached me to share their pain, I told them to trust in God who gives strength & grace in such difficult times. 

                 I guess, faith lights up the sky. Until then, have yourself a wonderful journey in life.


Faith is about doing, not just how you believe. 

I am with you,

The Half Moon Serenades.

11th of February 2018.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Letters 554: If You Read Between the Lines

"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears."

- Charles Dickens (Great Expectations, 1860)

To whom I haven't met yet, 

          A wise man once said that life is like a cosine wave; it is filled with ups & downs. The only way to cherish it when you are down is to pick yourself up again in order to catch the next wave. 

           I guess that was exactly what I did. People could never tell that I was in pain few years ago due to the neck problem because my small eyes always lit up with life & laughter. But nowadays, I am healthy enough to pick up where I left off before. There is always the fear of relapse, I chooses to trust God instead of giving up. If you ask me how I could still smile when I was going through, I'd tell you I know God will never leave me. He will help me to go through what I cannot handle. 

           Dear hummingbird, all this while, I penned my blog entries with a fervent hope that my story will encourage those who are walking on rough roads. I hope the next time they are down in the lonely alley, they will look up & prepare for the greater things which have yet to come. 

            As yours truly here is busy with tonnes of stuff lately, this is entry will be a short one. Friends think I have too much time on my hands but they may not understand that just like them, I took short naps almost every few hours to recharge my batteries. I did a little cooking & baking too. 

              I am grateful with my life. For such excitement everyday, I would not trade my job with any other. Mind, my love, just like a paperback novel the kind the stationery shop sell. When you reached the part where the heartaches come, you just skip & move on.


One day, I will write a love poem for you.

To destiny,

The Half Moon Serenades.

28th of January 2018.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Letters 553: If You Could Read My Mind Love, What a Tale My Thoughts Could Tell

"I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything."

- Harriet Tubman

To whom I haven't met yet,

            Two days ago, my ex-classmate passed away due to breast cancer. She was an amazing girl who touched many lives in our secondary school. I can never what both of us did in the class, at the prefect room, in the hall or simply at the bus stop. It was not a platonic relationship but for no particular reason, both of us, just clicked.

             This classmate who passed away was a Christian. For her last birthday celebration months ago, I gave her a handmade wooden plaque with the verse 'Be Strong & Courageous' written across. I am pretty sure she took this gift seriously as she battled the cancer for more than 6 months. 

             Dear you, all of us will leave this world one day, whether we are famous, infamous or weirdo. Somehow the death of someone makes us want to say something about the deceased, even if he or she had never been in the longer part of our lives. But I think it is more meaningful to reflect regularly on the ordinary people in our lives especially while they are still very much alive.

             Life is sweet, friends are love. I hope she found her happiness before she passed away. How sweet, my mind said unconsciously as I saw her face for one last time. I walked back with smiles attached.

             I guess that's all I have to say for this first letter of the year. Remember hummingbird, when all's well, the end's well too.


If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. 

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.

13th of January 2018.