Friday, October 21, 2016

Letters 490: As Good as It Gets

"Well, maybe I overshot a little because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out."

- Melvin Udall (As Good as It Gets, 1997)

To whom I haven't met yet,

         A few days ago, while eating my late breakfast at a food court in Gurney Paragon, I saw a young lady who bought a pack of fried rice & left. I didn't make much of it until after my lunch, when I walked past few parking lots & noticed that the young lady is having her meal inside it her car.

          That's weird, I thought. Why didn't she just eat at the food court? I saw plenty of seats available there. But then reality knocked my head immediately. There are many people in this world who hated the idea of eating alone & the would rather starved than to be seen dining alone. It is like if you are eating alone, you must be some sort of 'kera sumbang', loser or 'brozone' fella.

           Actually, eating alone at restaurant is not as bad for me because it is a quick affair. It is not a the ultimate test of bravery for me too. I've never had any qualms about eating alone, let it before when I was in relationship or now (single). Since I have done it during my entire working life, solo dining does not seem like a strange Ripley Believe It or Not concept for me.
            Dear hummingbird, solo dining is about treating myself to a delicious experience & savoring every bite. I love food & I like to try out new places in Penang that I read about or see in my social media feeds. Sometimes, it is just much easier to eat alone than make plans with colleagues or friends. Trust me, it can be a difficult task the size of Jupiter just to get everyone to agree on a date or a location.

              Anyway, the year 2016 is going to end soon in two months. Frankly, I don't know if we will ever met each other one day or we are just floating around like a breeze. But then, yes I was far away from you but I wasn't scared. I know that deep in my heart, I just haven't met you yet. 


Maybe I am too late to be your first, but right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last. Good things came to those who wait.

To where you are,

The Half Moon Serenades.
21st of October 2016.


Saturday, October 15, 2016

Letters 489: The Korean Rose

"I  knew it the very first time I touched her, it was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known, it was like magic."

- Sam Baldwin (Sleepless in Seattle, 1993)

To whom I haven't met yet,

          I don't know what possessed me few years ago. One minute I was queuing up to get into the bookstore & the next I was agreeing to participate in a Korean language course located a short distance from the mall. 

           I am not a language freak. So when the girl suggested to me to join for fun, I was surprised to hear an alien voice, which sounded remarkably like my own. saying "Sure, that sounds like fun". 

           First day in the class, my heart was racing so fast I thought I would expire on the spot. People like me should not be subjecting themselves to such stuff during their free time. I should be at home making a nice dinner & taking gentle sips of Earl Grey tea from delicate bone china cups. '

           Before I had a chance to give voice to my fears, I found myself standing in the class, with my heart in my mouth. "Whatever you do, don't look at anyone", I said to myself."Just keep looking to the wall in front & I'll be fine", I told myself.  Just when I thought I was making reasonable good progress, every pore in my body decided to drench me with sweat, blinding me.

            Anyway my hummingbird, that was my first class. Sixteen weeks later, I guess my self-persuasion were beginning to kick me right at my ass. I am not one for giving up so easily especially if it means making a public spectacle of myself. I summoned every ounce of courage left in me & ordered myself to persevere. 

             It wasn't easy, but I did finished the course with flying colors. I can even conversed in basic Korean fluently. Oddly enough, now that I am good in Korean language, I am hooking myself to watch Korean drama every weekend.

              I think, I could possibly be persuaded to learn another language next year. Italian maybe?


It is in letters like these that I know my what my purpose is in life. I am here to love you one day, to hold you in my arms one day, to protect you forever. I am here to learn from you & to receive your love in return. I am here because of you. Be my mugunghwa (Korean Rose).

난 당신을 생각합니다 (I am yours),
 The Half Moon Serenades.
15th of October 2016. 

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Letters 488: Nothing is Ever Certain

"Sometimes, the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had."

- Susie Salmon (The Lovely Bones, 2009)

To whom I haven't met yet,

            It happens to you, to me & to the best of us. Leaving something behind. We get out of Uber car, taxi or bus & realize that we've left whatever in the vehicle. Sure it is not a big deal except when you're frantically calling the bank to cancel your ATM cards

             Knowing this happens to everyone was little consolation for me when I recently pulled a stupid stunt of 'leaving briefcase behind at the guard house' which was carrying fairly minor things, like my Toshiba laptop & passport, well basically my life. At first I was like 'thank you God' because luckily my laptop is backed up to the portable Samsung drive. Now unluckily, the drive was also in said misplaced briefcase. 

               I immediately sprinted back to the guard house which wasn't a good idea as it turned out, I left my security card in my bedroom. And there I was stuck between the main door & the elevator, waiting for whoever good soul to open the main door & wondering how I was going to replace my passport with the trip is one month away. Also wondering at the same time how lucky the new owner of my laptop was using my online banking personal data while scrolling through my personal pictures & laughing his/her ass out.

              Now here's where my luck took a turn. It turns out that while I was in the elevator going down frantically to the guard house, the guard use another elevator to return my briefcase at my house. It also turns out that I brought my wallet together which contained another set of spare security card. 

               Dear hummingbird, being a positive guy, I put it as a lesson of lifetime. Perhaps my panic had been misplaced. But I think leaving my briefcase at the security guard house were all lucky strokes. Now if only I can buy a lottery ticket to try my luck for the second time.

                Nothing is ever certain. :)


Each time I told you a story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. Because horror of this world is real & it is everyday. I had rescued the moment in my letters for you & in that way, no one could take that moment from us one day, someday. 

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
8th of October 2016.  

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Letters 487: The Bakery of Life

"You are not perfect & let me save you the suspense, this girl you've met, she is not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you are perfect for each other."

- Dr.Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting, 1997)

To whom I haven't met yet,

           I was born in a poor family of two (me & my mother). Back in the 1990's. each time I walked in front of the bakery shop at Gelugor, I would spend some time looking at the hot bread inside. I don't know why I have such an intense fascination for that sunflower seeds bread but ever since I was a Standard One student, I stopped in front of the bakery just to smell it (mind you, I couldn't afford to buy it).

            Few days before my primary school graduation, my mother sent me to the bakery to buy some parchment paper for baking. While waiting for the paper, I took a quick look at the last two unsold sunflower seeds breads & wished I could have one. 

            The owner asked whether I like to have one of them. It was as if she could read my mind. She said she had noticed my fascination each time I walked in front of her bakery. To cheer me up, she said she would give me one. Before I could even shake my head, the lady gave me the sunflower seeds bread in a plastic bag together with the parchment papers. 

              I was only 12 years old. But that day her kindness, encouraging words & positive attitude had a great impact on me. 

              Anyway today, I am the owner of several businesses. Granted it is not a bakery but each time I met a soul from poor family, her wisdom still resonate with me. I know it is not easy as it sounds to help everyone, but I know there will be some way out of the darkness for me to help them. For them to say thank you few years later, it makes my world.
              Dear hummingbird, I am now in my 20's & even today when i see a bakery, it would immediately remind me of the bakery at Gelugor.


If you really look deeper, these event can actually motivate you & me to find that inner strength to overcome love challenges or in some ways to make our life more meaningful.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
2nd of October 2016.    

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Letters 486: The Heart that Speaks

"Extraordinary things are always hiding in the places people never think to look."

- Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper, 2005)

To whom I haven't met yet,

           It's been a crazy few weeks. I've been so busy on various stuff that basically all my free time has been spend. The good news is that I've recently finished some works & with a couple of weeks before anything comes in, I'm enjoying a bit of free time.  

            You see, after working constantly, I have no idea what to do now that nothing is occupying my mind. So yesterday, I woke up determined to enjoy myself but still, I could not think of anything I would like to do. I did what any guy with a PlayStation 4, Netflix & 52 inches television would never do, I got productive. I did the dishes, tonnes of laundry (hand washes mind you), plastered the broken cabinet (refer to my previous letter) & taught myself how to converse in Korean for no particular reason. Trust me my hummingbird, none of these activities were overly enjoyable.

             Life as a grown up is not as fun as some people thought in their mind. When faced with impeding free time, all I did was surfing the YouTube, looking at the video clip of dogs pretending to be dead or throwing grapes on the air hoping it landed into my mouth. But I realize, no matter how hard I refuse, I need to accept that I am a grown up. 

             Dear you, I do not recall what I got for my tenth birthday & I don't know when I went on my first trip. But surely, I will remember the first time I heard your voice, from the heart that speaks. 


You will be proud of me one day. I am one step closer of achieving my dream of beautiful life. The only question is whether the life can be completed with you. Until then, have a beautiful weekend hummingbird.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
24th of September 2016.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Letters 485: Of Doraemon & Letting Go

"Have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for Him to show up. Any God I felt in church I brought in with me & I think all the folks did too. They came to church to share God, not find God.

- Alice Walker (The Color Purple, 1982)

To whom I haven't met yet,

           Yesterday, the book shelf that held my collection of Doraemon manga collapsed. I was in a dilemma. Should I get a new shelf or should I just put it into boxes at my storeroom? 

           I decided that I should let the collection go. Trust me, there was no shortage of takers in Carousell. But in the end, I gave the collection to a close friend of mine because she is a huge fan of Doraemon. 

           Dear you, letting go is never easy. But it can be wonderfully refreshing to let go our precious material possession especially if they are in good condition & can still be if use to someone else. 

            Life is about learning to let go emotional feelings. It could be the hatred because a close friend deserting us in our day of need. It could be the sadness because of missed opportunity in our love life. Or even unfounded fears that keep us from moving forward.

              We need to let them go. We should start with the ones that hurts because they are the heaviest burdens of all. The healing begins with a forgiving heart. That is real freedom.

               Until then, have yourself a wonderful weekend, hummingbird.


Through love, thorns become roses.

To destiny, 

The Half Moon Serenades,
18th of September 2016. 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Letters 484: Beautiful Memories

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."

- Rick Blaine (Casablanca, 1942)

To whom I haven't met yet,

             Sometimes, one hears the older generation lament the loss of innocence, the loss of childhood for today's children. It is as if children today did not really have a childhood, the feel. Children should get out more & get in touch with nature, they say. Childhood as in my life was an idyllic time of running around & playing simple games, not hours spent playing alone with gadgets & electronic games.        

              In fact, in just few generations, the nature & type of play or entertainment for children has changed, drastically. The simple games of me, running around in open spaces behind my old house & making toys from any material I could lay my hands on have been completely replaced by sophisticated play involving apps like Pokemon Go. Circa 1994, neighborhood kids came together at my house to play & have fun. Today, most kids stay at home, often behind a secure front gate & often play by themselves or with virtual friends.

                Dear hummingbird, with the changing times, is it at all possible to return to the days before technology? Are today's adult's themselves forgotten what it was like to be children? Will the children of today look back with nostalgia when they in turn look back at their childhood?

                It is little wonder why childhood is synonymous with play, for it brings back treasured memories of a time when people had little care in the world, it was about having a good time. But childhood is of course not all about play. It is about creating beautiful memories.


One day, we will manage to love without expectations, calculations or negotiations. We will indeed be in heaven on earth.

Today is life,

The Half Moon Serenades.

11th of September 2016.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Letters 483: Where Life Begins

"After all, tomorrow is another day."

- Scarlett O'Hara (Gone With the Wind, 1939)

To whom I haven't met,

           I've never felt so cold in my life. We all have the same complaint of feeling the change in the weather very much. After all these months of hot days, yesterday (Friday) the rain poured down for exactly 5 hours. So here I am, suffering from high fever (40 degrees Celsius according to the cute doctor).

            Anyway today, I spent most of my spare time resting at home carrying out minor repairs to my bedroom. A few bricks & stones here & there & all the bits of stuff have all been tucked into spaces. Another thing is that I have found a few bits of timber & made a little cabinet so I can put all my Murakami's books in proper place. 

             By the way, did you know what high fever can do to a man? I had roast turkey, roast potatoes, peas, beans & gravy, followed by rice & orange & Darjeeling tea. What a feed I had that evening. I should mention that the peas & beans were the best I ever ate in my life. However, I didn't finish it all & kept a bit for breakfast tomorrow. 
               Dear hummingbird, well that is not the best part (or should I say the saddest part). Here I come to a very sad incident. You see, I put what left inside a container & accidentally left it outside of my house. Suddenly I heard a queer noise outside & being very brave, I went out to investigate & I was just in time to see a couple of dogs finish my expected breakfast. Of course as I was the one who put it there, I got all the blame. Poor, poor me.

               Before I ended this letter, just to let you know my next great trip in November might take me to the land of Eiffel Tower. Yes, you got it right, France. Until then, have yourself a wonderful weekend wherever you are.


You is where life begins, again & love never ends.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
3rd of September 2016 

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Letters 482: Of Heart, Loss & Treasure

"Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself."

- Dr.Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting, 1997)

To whom I haven't met yet,

             If I ask one of my friend about a writer, she probably will give me the details of everybook ever written by him (Haruki Murakami). She will,for sure, tell me everything about him, his country (Japan), his personal life & even something not related to him. But I'll bet she can't tell me what it smells like in Japan because she never been there.

              If I ask my male colleague about women, they probably give me a syllabus  about their personal favourites based on their long list of girlfriends. But I am pretty sure they can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman & feels truly happy

               If I ask a poet about love, most probably they will quote me a sonnet. But I bet that they never looked at a woman & been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feelings like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from depths of hell.

               Dear hummingbird, the truth is people do not know about the real loss because it only occurs when you have loved someone or something more than yourself. I doubted that I will ever dared to love you that much one day. 

               I am not perfect & let me save you a suspense, I am not good looking too. But the question is whether or not we are perfect for each other? And I hope the answer will be yes. People will label our love as imperfections. But I will be fine, & I know you will be fine too. In fact, we will be more than fine.   

               Until then, have yourself a wonderful holiday this Wednesday.


Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

To destiny,

The Half Moon Serenades.
27th of August 2016.   

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Letters 481: The Best of Us

"You are & always have been, my dream."

- Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook, 1996)

To whom I haven't met yet,

         If we are going to live in love, we have to learn to forgive each other. I once heard about a couple who were so upset after a big argument that they refused to speak to each other. 

          For me, they should not let the sun go down on their anger but instead, forgive. Above all things, put on love above having your own way or above your own egoistic agenda. Just choose to put love because when we choose to walk in love, we will have the power of God in our lives as well as healthier emotions.

           Dear hummingbird, we should always look for the best in each other. We can always throw rocks & point out at each other's fault but we need to make allowances for one another. We don't know what some people have been through, the pain & the heartache they have experiences. That is why for me, it is okay to be the first to apologize & be quick to forgive. 

           In many relationships, after time, people neglect to walk in love. One day, they realized that their hearts have changed. They just grew apart. 

           I want you & me to remember that one day, God will bring us together. God will put you in my life. I believe that by being kind & respecting you the way you deserved to be treated as a woman, God will do his part & make us forever in love.


For all the things my hands have held, the best by far was my mom & soon, will be you. 

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.

21 August 2016.