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.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Letters 552: A Little Thing Called Love

"Whatever you do, you will be sorry for the rest of your life if you say no."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez (Love in the Time of Cholera, 1985)

To whom I haven't met yet, 

           Divorce & separation seems to be the words of the day lately in my working place. I was right in my previous letter to you when I said love can lift a human to dizzying height or drag them into the depths of despair. 

            It makes me wondering when things begin to change between divorcing couple? Maybe the laugh that comes out of each other mouth sounds hollow, maybe they feel the floor giving way beneath them or maybe, just maybe, the air being sucked out from their body. 

            Love is like a grip of madness. At first, when you are apart from your lover, all you can do is think about your next meeting. As you drive to work, the love songs on the radio take on a new meaning as if they were written specially for you. But when you are on the brink of separation or divorce, you are convinced that all the love songs is nothing but a fake hymn.

            Dear hummingbird, what if I were to tell you that you need not suffer the pain of breakup? What if I were to tell you that a little faith in the Power above would ensure a life free of the anguish people usually feel after being dumped? Would you take it?

             I do not know about you but I would choose sunshine the color of life every time. Saying that, I believe that if you have faith in Him, everything will be fine. In fact, it will be more than fine. Every day when I wake up, I thanked God for delaying any sadness in my life. Friends think I have too much time on my hands, but they may not understand that I am on a hot pursuit of happiness. 

              This is a little thing called love.


Live in my heart & pay no rent, forever.


The Half Moon Serenades.

22nd of December 2017.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Letters 551: Of Love & Solitude

"For those who are not frightened by the solitude, everything will have a different taste."

- Paulo Coelho (Manuscript Found in Accra, 2012)

To whom I haven't met yet,

          Every time a new year comes around, people make a new resolutions. As usual, year after year, the same thing happens. Within a few months, the resolutions quietly fizzle out. But I guess I still steadfastly held on to my New Year's resolutions, successfully achieved some & in pursuit of much more.

            As mentioned previously in my letters, I contributed 5% of my monthly income to buy & distribute foods for the unfortunate ones. Each time, I listened to wonderful stories from them. One of them (an old man at the retirement home) told me about the time he had always dreamed of being his own boss. As such, he participated (unknowingly) in a Ponzi scheme called the Sunshine Empire in Singapore. But it did not turn out as planned when he found out it was a multi-level marketing scheme & not as easy as promised by his up line. His family also did their part by cutting down whatever spending expenses they could & scrape through financially each month. He worked as a contract labor soon after the scheme went bust. The work was taxing as the pay was far less than normal job. He was unhappy with himself because he felt he was wasting his life doing petty stuff until today. 

              I suggested to him that he start operating a food stall at any food court near their home. It was a risky suggestion but after much deliberation, I decided it is the best thing for him at the moment. Granted, it will never be easy or as promising like what I envisaged for them. Business will be slow, losses will be more than profits. But I asked them to make a New Year resolution for 2018 to never give up & march forward. In my words, "die die must try". 

                Dear you, the last time I met him was a week ago. He is much happier person now compare to a month ago. He enjoys his work as a hawker. I am pretty sure nothing is going to hold him back from the future. I am proud of him. One less wandering soul off the street right? This is a love.

                Love is only a word, until we decide to let it possess us & people around with all its force. Love make us march forward & never give up. It is always the last key on the key chain to opens the door in difficult life. 

                I guess that is it for the 551st letter to you. Until then, have yourself a wonderful march towards the end of this glorious year.


Don't try to be useful, try to be yourself. It makes all the differences. :)

To destiny,

The Half Moon Serenades.

15th of December 2017.