Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Notes 393: A Splendid New Year



Khalil Gibran once said: 

"When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind."

        Half of what I say in my 393 notes is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach people out there. Life is beautiful, regardless of what people may thought of in their mind. 

        Once somewhere in May, a young guy told me that he felt that everyone in this world was against him. But what he didn't realized is that he was his own forerunner, and the towers he has build are but the foundation of his giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation. I guess the only thing that he is lack of all this time was his self-confidence.

         We must learned from the mistake that we made in our life. Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain in order to begin a new life.

         In few more hours, a new year will begin, a new life. But never let anybody brought you down with their words. Your thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying. Their negative thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it. You have your thought and they have their at the end of the day. 
       
          Anyway, like I was saying, I had a lot of friend in my wonderful life. I believed that sometimes, we need to put all the insult and negative thought behind you before you can move on. And I think that's what my writing was all about. I had wrote for 5 years and 10 months in 393 notes. I guess, to understand the heart and mind of a person, we should look not at what he has already achieved, but what he aspires to be one day.

          I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we are all just floating around, accidental-like on a wind, but I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.

          Until then, have a wonderful HAPPY NEW YEAR. 



P/S

To you whom I haven't met yet, it is raining season in Penang nowadays. Sometimes, in the morning, it would stop raining long enough for the sun to come out. There was a million sparkles of dew on the leaves. Like the lake around the hill across the Teluk Bahang Dam. I couldn't tell where heavens stopped and the earth began, it was so beautiful.

I happened to believe we make our own destiny. We have to do the best with what God gave us & figured out ourselves. And that's the beauty of life.

I am looking forward to any kind of writing from you one day, in future, as soon as possible. I won't be far away. 

Yours truly,

The Half Moon Serenades. 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Notes 392: The Other Half of Sky


Oscar Wilde once said:

"Women are made to be loved, not just understood."


            Without them, there is nothing you know. It was a different kind of viewpoint of what I felt about woman. Perhaps an iconic specimen of God power in the world, just like the sunset and sunrise.
          
             Woman as I knew most of the time, always understand the little child inside the man. Sometimes, they treated their guy like an infant. If a woman has to choose between catching a flying ball of opportunity and saving infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering how rough the path is in front of them. 

             Sure God created man before woman, but then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece aren't you? Don't get me wrong, it is not about saying woman is better than me, but after all, every guy is forever in their debt.

           Mama once told me before that for guy, every woman is wrong until she cries, and then they gonna tell the woman, she is right instantly. I laughed when I heard this but it is true. In history, Eva Braun managed to floored down Adolf Hitler or Marilyn Monroe bringing down John Fitzegerald Kennedy.


           For me,  that's how powerful a woman in this world. 





P/S


To you whom I have met, in few more hours, I'm going somewhere far away for a long time. And here I am, writing the 392nd letters in 5 years for you at our favorite place in Penang.


It is very important for me to express to you how much you really worth in my life. I wish I could do this in person while gazing into your eyes. But since we are physically far from each other, separated by miles, this expression must come in form of letters such as this.


Beautiful girl, that is how I personally think about you. I know it is gonna be difficult for you, as it is for me, to be together forever. Life seems to be full of trials of this type which test our inner strength and more importantly, our devotion and love for one another. After all, it is said that 'true love' is boundless and immeasurable and overcomes all forms of adversity. In truth, if it is genuine, it will grow stronger with each assault upon its existence.


Until then, take care there my hummingbird. You are my world, and I love you forever and always Sabrina. If there ever anything that you wanted from me, you know I won't be far away.

Loving you unconditionally,

The Half Moon Serenades.
17th of November 2013.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Notes 391: Close Your Eyes



William Shakespeare once said:

"When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars."


             How deep is a man love towards a woman? A South Carolina husband has shown just how deep and wide and long is his love for his wife of 57 years. 

             Larry Swilling's wife Jimmie Sue was born with just one kidney and after a lifetime of relying on the sole organ, she is now in need of a kidney donation. But the 77-year-old man is not a match and as a testament of his love for his soul mate as she waits for a donor, the man has taken to the streets of his hometown of Anderson, South Carolina to ask strangers if they would donate a kidney for the love of his life.
  
             "She's my heart," the desperate husband told the media about his quest to find an organ donor for his wife.

              Jimmie Sue is on a donor list but that could take as long as three years. In a last ditch effort, he decided to plead with strangers for help.
 
             "I don't care what people think," he said, telling his wife 'I'm going to get you a kidney.'

              He has taken to the sidewalks and streets of his hometown and has even traveled to neighboring communities. Wearing a signboard that reads 'Need Kidney 4 Wife,' he walks up and down busy streets to see if anyone would help.

              For me, that is the groovy kind of love that meant to be forever, until one of them, close the eyes. This kind of love gave me the motivation to write for my blog, time and time again.





P/S

To you whom I have met, I had written 391 love letters in the space of five years for you, and yet, this love in me, never fails. 

For me, love bears all things, believe all things, hope all things, and endures all things

I am perhaps, one of the most unromantic guy that ever courted or win your heart. The awkward moment when I first hold your soft hand, out of all place, at escalator in shopping mall after 2 hours of dating. Or constantly asking for your love, for three straight Valentine's Day till you said yes in the third year.

I miss you. But I can't forced you to love someone who is not a perfect match, a girl dream. Maybe, one day, someday, you will read again all the letters, and remember me.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that 391 love letters dedicated towards you, during your finest or lowest time, was never a mistake.

Thinking of you,

The Half Moon Serenades.




 
 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Notes 389: Wishes


P/S

To you whom I have met,

Dear hummingbird, one day, we might not remember this photo anymore, but I feel like I should tell you something.

You know, it is funny, what a young man like me recollects. I don't remember the exactly the time being born, I don't recall what I get for my birthday last year, and I don't even remember what I ate few days ago. But I do remember the first time I heard the your voice, the sweetest voice in this wide world, also it was the time when I asked you to be the other half of my sky.

Few months ago, on our anniversary, we had this wonderful opportunities to visit one of my favorite place in my home state, which is Teluk Bahang dam. We took a couple of photo, not much really. But it was a surreal moment, something that I wish to do with my love one as long as 10 years ago since I got to know this place.

We are from two different world, and to have someone like you, loving me, has made me a happy man. I'm grateful that God gave me someone like you, to bring back the smile that I lost for the past few years. 

God is mysterious in some kind of way. He didn't make you love me forever, but for sure He make us be like peas & carrot before, a couple who had a lot of wonderful moment together, for the past three years. 

I miss you Sabrina, but for now,maybe your heart wasn't for me anymore.

But I am still here, if there is anything you need or shoulder to cry on one day, you know I won't be far away.

Take care, hummingbird,

The Half Moon Serenades.
12th of September 2013.

 


Saturday, June 29, 2013

Love, Almost Paradise (The Story of Wijaya)



Anais Nin once said:
  
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."


             Mr.Wijaya is 90 years old & married for 70 years. Even when he is sick, he refused hospital treatment because nobody will take care of his ill 85 years old wife, who suffered kidney failure & multiple health problems at home.

              His dedication to his wife and her well being is above all else including his own being. During the past 5 years, there were many occasions where he was sick, his family would admit him to the hospital for him to receive treatment after which he received a medical infusion, he would feel better & barged out of the bed & ask to go home. 

             This happened many times in many years & everyone were confused why he would do so. One time he couldn't breath and they rushed him to the hospital, in which after two hours he asked to go home again. His daughter broke down in tears and asked him why he wants to go home before he gets better. 

He answered softly:

"Because your mother is at home alone and no one is taking care of her."


               One day, for the first time he is in the hospital bed, sick, barely able to speak, with his wife at his side. Through out all of their 70 years together, it was always him standing by her side when she is sick. When she can't eat, he would try to sit by her side and feed her. When she doesn't have the strength to walk to the wash room, he would walk straight up with all his strength battling intense joint pains and walk her slowly to the wash room. When she was hospitalized, he would get up at 5 a.m. every day and visit her at the hospital.

              Unfortunately, old Chinese people are not very open towards speaking their feeling towards/about their loved one. As such he didn't told anyone a story about how they met, how much he loves her and how they got together.

               For me, his action speaks much louder than words and throughout the years the unconditional love he has given to his wife, his children and all his grand children are all the proof that groovy kind of love does exist.



P/S

To you whom I have met, for me, if two person is in love, it is infinite. I fell in love with you whenever we were together, then fell deeper in love with you in the months we were apart. 

Long-distance relationship is hard. Before this, I'd always thought the words 'love' belongs to other man, but I bet you must have read my mind, and we fell in love.

Dear Sabrina, sometimes, on our way through the paradise called world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't. I hope I will always be someone who touch your heart, in a special way.

Until then, 388 love notes here still couldn't described how much I miss you here. Waiting for the time to see you again, my other half of sky.

Almost paradise,

The Half Moon Serenades.   

                 

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Love, A Trembling Happiness (The Story of Bill & Glad Forward)



Khalil Gibran once said:

"For life & death are one, even as the river & the sea are one."

   

                
                 What if your partner forget the sweet memories? What if he or she forget the sweet embrace as a result of Alzheimer?

               The touching story of Bill Forward & Glad Forward in Florida, United States of America enduring love through Alzheimer's has captured the hearts of people around the world. Bill made a short video documenting the love of him & his beloved wife, Glad and uploaded to YouTube.


                Simply titled "What Is Love?" the video tells the story of Bill and Glad, how they met more than 50 years ago and the daily battle with Glad's advance stages of Alzheimer's. In the video, Bill tells of how he has to do everything for his wife, from the time she gets up until when they go to bed - from brushing her teeth to dressing and feeding her.


 "I don't count it a burden whatsoever,'' he says.


"I  count it a great privilege to care for this one I have loved all these years.'' he added.

                 The couple, who spent much of their lives working to help lepers and orphans in India and Romania, met through Glad's brother, who was friends with Bill. He first knew her when she was about eight. In few months, they will celebrate their 50th anniversaries together.


                   It has been breaking my heart to watch Glad wither away over the last few years but it has also astounded me how Bill has gently cared for her. Perhaps, a groovy kind of love is the best words to describe their love.



P/S

To you whom I have met, love is a trembling happiness for me. 387 notes for you since the past three years still couldn't describe my feeling towards you.

Long-distance relationship is hard for both of us. But I hope in the dew of loneliness, our heart will always finds its morning and refreshed day by day. Never give up & built a wall between our love as a result of distance my hummingbird. If our heart is a dull wall, we can't expect the flower of love to blossom.

I love you Sabrina & the best thing about being in love with you was for every date we enjoyed together, it feels like the first time.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew and met each other. If 3 years ago, my mind told me, 'it might be you', now my mind said,  'it must be you".




Until we say the next hello,

The Half Moon Serenades.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Love is Timeless


Charles Dickens once said:

"Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart."

           
            Every workday for 29 years, Carleen Hamilton wrote a love poem on a napkin and packed it in her husband's, George Hamilton, lunch. And surprisingly, her husband returned the kindness every morning when he wrote to her a love poem and taped it to the mirror in the master bathroom.

            George Hamilton died at the the age of 87 in July 2012 while Carleen suffers from advanced Alzheimer's, moved into assisted living in September 2012.

           Well, I find what they did so amazing, not only they doing it every day but the passion and effort makes me believe that the fire that they had in their honeymoon, they kept it alive.

           In their poetry, she was the moon, and he was the sun. And so many expressions of their love focused on space and sky. She wrote mostly on white napkins but occasionally on a green, yellow or pink while his canvas alternated between lined paper and stationery.

           The last years of her husband life were though. He took care of Carleen who would think he was a stranger as a result of Alzheimer. It was sad and he was frustrated. George had congestive heart failure and died at home of a heart attack.
  
            At the end of the day, as Carleen memories faded, the only thing left between them is countless collection of love poem dedicated to each other.

            Perhaps a groovy kind of love is simply, timeless. At least for Carleen, George and me.
 


P/S

To you whom I have met, for the past 3 years, I had dedicated and wrote 386 love notes for you. Maybe, I don't want you to be just another person in my wonderful journey of life, for me, you were, you are and you always will be, my life.  

I love my life because it is full of magical moment, especially when I saw old couple holding each other hand together. And that's what I hope we can be in future one day.

Sabrina, you are the life that I want. All the love letters here still can't describe how grateful I am to have someone like you in my life. But I will never let you go. That's how much I love you.

Live in my heart and pay no rent forever my hummingbird.

Yours,

The Half Moon Serenades.
27th of May 2013.

 



 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Of Labor, Love & Sweatshop



Fyodor Dostoevsky once said:

"
To love someone means to see him as God intended him."

          For me, expensive items Nike or Adidas clothing from sweatshops has been a global issue this year especially in country like Bangladesh's, where garment industry is the main source of income for its citizens.

          Robina, an 18-year-old teenage girl, has been a factory worker at Western Dresses for about two years and earns 900 Takas, or RM 40.00, a month for making 150 pieces of back pocket flaps for Nike tracksuit, an hour. Her normal working day included sitting on a little wooden stool for 16 hours, inhaling the dust off the factory floor and being surrounded by the heat of the overcrowded factory.

"If you made any mistakes or fell behind on your goal, they beat you."
"They slapped you and lashed you hard on the face with the pants."

          Maksuda, a 19-year-old and a single mother, has been a factory worker since she was 11. She became pregnant with her daughter at age 17 and found herself unable to keep up with the rapid production of goods. Her manager noticed her slow down and said that he didn't want to hear her excuses about being pregnant. She worked until she was eight and a half months pregnant and tried to ask for a legal maternity leave but was told that there was no law for this in the factory. She had to quit her job and take out a loan to cover costs for the delivery of her baby. Soon after the birth, she had to go back to work and begin paying off her debts.

"He violently kicked her, hard, in the stomach and she fell to the floor. She fainted."

          There are about 1.3 million garment workers in Bangladesh but no union exists with a legal contract in any one of these factories. There are many established labor laws in Bangladesh, but none of them are applied in society because the local owners believe that they themselves are the law.

          Take a look at the clothing store; and put an effort now  to make sure that the clothing that you bought is not made from sweatshop labor like Robina or Maksuda.
          
          Perhaps, love will finally softly for them, for the labor and for the mankind.



P/S

To you whom I have met, you're the love of my life. I really believe that before you and me bump to each other in future, we were half a person. There is an old myth about people being half and the other half being in the sky, or perhaps just a mirror image. But for me, we are two halves, and together we're a whole. That's what I feel about us.  

Even though we are far from each other, true love is like a blossoming lavender, it is a long wait, but when it blossomed, we will enjoy the air of serenity and love within it.
The moment you click into this notes, kept that in your heart that I had fallen in love with you way before we met each other in real life. For that my special someone, you and me, we shared a groovy kind of love together.

385 love notes and counting.
Loving you Sabrina,

The Half Moon Serenades.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Labour of Love (Sadhu Baba @ Dashrath Manjhi Das Story)



 Vincent Van Gogh once said:

"I dream my painting, and I paint my dream."



         Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal for his beloved wife Mumtaz. The monument is now considered the world's greatest monument of love. Dashrath Das' monument of love may not be as beautiful, but in a way, it is more awe-inspiring than Shah Jahan's feat.

           Thousands of labourers took more than 20 years to build the Taj Mahal. Dashrath Das took 25 years to single-highhandedly bring down a 360-ft long, 25-ft high hill and create a 16-ft wide pass in place of an almost impassable gap.

            To cross the mountain, one had to traverse a narrow and treacherous pass. One day, when his wife, Phaguni Devi, was crossing the pass to bring him his lunch, she slipped and hurt herself. This incident disturbed Das deeply and that very night he decided to destroy the hill which had injured his wife.The next morning, armed with t a hammer and chisel, he started off on a task that was to become an obsession.

            When the hill was brought down, the distance between the sub-divisions of Atri and Vazirganj was reduced from 50 km to 8 km. The pass has become so wide that vehicles can now pass through easily. Tragically, Phaguni Devi died before she could see the miracle her husband had created.

             The villagers also realized the remarkable feat that Dashrath Das had achieved and starting calling him Sadhu Baba. But as if moving hills was not enough, Dashrath Das then decided to walk all the way from his village to Delhi along the railway line, gathering signatures of all the station masters whom he met on the way in a diary.

                The story of Sadhu Baba is an epic one -- a story that could easily be thought of as a fairy tale but for the fact that in village Gahlour stands his modern-day Taj Mahal. It may not be as beautiful, but it certainly is as great as the original wonder.



P/S

To you whom I have met,  It is not very long since I have known you, but you have changed me and my life after peeping into it. I have given you the best position in my heart and my life. 

Though it has not been long but still we have been so close to each other in just a short span of time. I hope to have a very loving and long life with you.

384 love letters still couldn't describe on how much I love you with all my heart, Sabrina. Looking forward for the day you can be with me forever and always.

Loving you,
The Half Moon Serenades. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Power of Surprise


Khalil Gibran once said:
"Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky."

         So I've been waiting. Waiting for inspiration or some brilliant thing to come upon me that would certainly be compelling enough to warrant a piece of writing.

         Today I saw a cute Chinese girl standing next to the road on my walk to office. Her father surprised her with a nice gift which I believed is for her birthday. It was a pleasant surprise for her. She hugged her father and opened the gift with a big smile. She could not stop those beautiful tears on her cheek, and for me, I think her father was the happiest person watching at his daughter.

          You see, for me life is a beautiful surprise. It gives us many surprises every moment of our life. Many unexpected events are part of our daily life. We also love to give and take some surprises. We plan some surprises for our loved ones and keep them secret. And we wait for the correct moment and present the surprise.
 
           Sometimes, most of the times, all such surprises deserve some beautiful tears. And those are the moments we remember in our life. Even when I think of every memorable moment in my life. I remember all pleasant surprises I have given or all surprises that I received, all were unexpected and memorable.

           Would you believed me if I said summer is in my heart? Because to me, everything is beautiful, as beautiful as you.


P/S

To you whom I have met, life is always full of surprises. It is just time that knows which and when to give a surprise. Life plans bigger and bigger surprises, to make us more and more happy.

My angel, we seldom realize them. Sometimes, our small exceptions cover joy in unveiling surprises. I am grateful to live and believe life is full of surprises. And I should give some surprises and take some.

But at the end of the day, I realized that you are the surprise that I am long to have in my life. 383 love letters still couldn't described how much my love for you, Sabrina.
 
Experience my love and make your life beautiful.  

Loving you,

The Half Moon Serenades.
20th of March 2013.

 

 
 

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Of Love, Anniversary & Marbles



Rumi once said:

"Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
       
               

                Few days ago, one of my Facebook friend asked me one simple question. Why she is so unlucky to have a boyfriend who didn't appreciated her, as a woman who loved him so much, as much as I did to my other half?
    
                Immediately, I remembered when I was roughly a nine years old boy. There was this cute little girl living next door. We are playing together with my collection of marbles. That day, she brought with her some sweets and I told her, I will give all my beautiful marbles in exchange for her sweets. She agreed with it.

               I am such a naughty brats at that age, and instead of giving her all my beautiful marbles, I choose the best and biggest marbles and kept it, giving her the rest which I deemed unworthy to keep it.
  
              That night, when every one sleep peacefully, I couldn't sleep, as I kept wondering, not about my misdeeds, but if she had hidden some sweets from me the way I hidden my best marbles. 

              You see, I learned a valuable lesson from this incident when I am matured enough to think. I learned that if you don't give your best in a love, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her best. This is applicable in any kind of relationship like love/friendship/working and etc. 

              I gave my best in every thing when I said that I want to be her man and let God be the guide in my love with her. And as our anniversary passed, I hope the future for us will be a groovy kind of love, a sweet one.  



P/S

To you whom I have met,  I love you because you make me look forward to each day. You're my life, a dream come true. There are no words to express what I feel for you.

There are no songs as beautiful as the music that fills my soul when I hear your voice. There are no roses as lovely as your smile. Nothing moves me like you do. There are no days brighter than the days I spend talking to you on the phone, even though we are 450 km apart.

Long-distance love makes me believe that you're my light in the darkness. There could never be words strong enough to express my love for you, not even in all my 381 love letters for you. I love you with my body, soul, and mind. 



You are the other half of my sky, Sabrina

The Half Moon Serenades.