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. 


p/s

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.


p/s

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.



p/s 

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.


 p/s

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

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
3rd of September 2016