Thursday, August 31, 2017

Letters 539: Of Cocoon & Horizon

"This life is not heaven, you don't have to be perfect."

- Francessco (Gia,1998)


To whom I have met, 

         Once in awhile, I became like an illegal immigrant in foreign country seeking new places & greener pastures. People always asked me why did I leave my comfort zone, face hardship of backpacking & even risk death?

         The truth is I just wanted to get the real taste of life. I did not want to be someone who read about a particular country in the internet & daydreaming about visiting many beautiful places in the country. In simple words, I was keen to get exposure first-hand. Thinking about countries around the world I visited previously, I was successful in seeking greener pastures in terms of experience in life. 
 
          I still remember how I boarded a rough looking wooden boat at Tonle Sap in Cambodia. It looks more like a timber instead of a boat to be honest with you. The kind of junk with an umbrella-shaped roof. The boatman used a plastic rod to navigate along the Great Lake. I can safely said that I feared for my life as no life jackets were provided on the boat. I was wondering how the boatman lived his life through this hardship earning a small amount of money. But I appreciated his honesty & willingness to earn as honest living. 

           Dear Samantha, I hope you will enjoy your life to the fullest in the future. It will be worth the effort in every sense of the word. Experience must come the hard way & only then, you will be well-molded. Leave your cocoon in order to widen your horizon. 

           Randomly aside. I love my little neighbor dog. Sadly, her poodle passed away peacefully few days ago. Her mother told me about her intention of purchasing a new puppy for her little girl but I told her maybe she should go to the nearest rescue center & find another furry friend to share their home. I bet you know the feeling of losing a pet too right Samantha since you owned few pets yourself? 

           I guess that's all I wanted to say in this letter for you. Until the next hello. I wish nothing but happiness to you there.


p.s

No matter how you feel before you went to the bed at night, get up in the morning & never give up. Go on you butterfly!



Always,

The Half Moon Serenades.

31st of August 2017.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Letters 538: Love Never Fails

"I can't see it but I can feel it."

- Landon Carter (A Walk to Remember, 2002)


To whom I have met,

          Around 10 years ago, I made it a point to show kindness to at least one person a day. You see, it was hard at first to put someone else's needs before mine but luckily, things got better.  
    
          Day by day, I began to understand the joyfulness of extending kindness. It had nothing to do with materialistic things. I guess it was more to the sheer pleasure of seeing smiles & hearing the shout of happiness. Can you imagine, Samantha, the feeling of going to bed knowing that you helped someone or made his/her life better? I did. It makes me ecstatic. I felt like, finally I had a purpose to serve others & be humble. 

           For the past 10 years, I have been helping out at an orphanage every alternate weekend each months. Apart from monetary helps, I gave them free classes while spending the extra hours playing with them. It meant so much to me, to see the little act from me lighting up the orphan's faces. The feeling was amazing like nothing I had felt. 

           Dear Samantha, I would just like to say that one of the best & most satisfying things you can do is to think beyond yourself. It can be small ways such as opening the door for someone or greeting a stranger with a smile. I believe, if you spread your kindness, it will certainly come back to you because love never fails.

          Until then, have yourself a wonderful week wherever you will go. I miss you. :)



p.s

When I have nothing to lose, I have everything. 


Yours sincerely, 

The Half Moon Serenades.

20th of August 2017.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Letters 537: Miracles

"To find each other & to feel, that is the purpose of life."

- Walter Mitty (The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, 2013)


To whom I have met,

        When my grandmother passed away in 2000, it took me awhile to get what it meant. My 11 year old self stood outside of the old wooden house in Relau while the adults, more mature than me solemnly attended to her. When I was growing up, my late grandmother would excite me with stories about old Penang in her thick Hokkien dialect & gave me RM 1.00 as a reward for listening to her wonderful stories (even more impressive given that she was bedridden for close to five years). I would pretend to lose to her in the game of Snakes & Ladders in order to get the extra ringgits. But after her health got worse, I didn't asked for the extra ringgits as often any more.

          Anyway, the laid her body out in the typical grand coffin according to the Chinese tradition. Lots of relatives came to hug me & I hugged back because it seemed polite. To be honest, it took a huge effort to figure out exactly how I should behave. Should I wept next to my grandmother coffin as some were? Or sitting the uncles outside of the wooden house? Or helping the ladies at the kitchen?

           So when the rest of them followed the funeral procession towards the Sungai Ara Chinese Cemetery, I took the option of staying back in the name of protecting the house from unwanted thieves. I remember sitting at the corner of the living room, thinking that all these people only made the effort to come by to pay their last respect after years of disappearing & abandoning their own mother

            I felt sad. I felt that she lived the last few years of her life alone (apart from my mother & the late uncle who took care of her). Until today, I am still not sure what I felt that day. But I know I did not cry. My mother just hugged me when she returned from the cemetery. I guess some deaths are less permanent than others. 

            Life for me Samantha are already His miracles. Today mark the first anniversary of completely tumor free. I can only praise Him for His revelation of how He works. Indeed God is faithful all the time. For the past few days, I noticed that you are living your life to the fullest. Full of happiness to be exact. There is a little part of my heart that jumped with joy each time I saw you with a smile. But in your pursuit of happiness, Sam, be patience in everything & continue the journey in hope if you faced hardship.

            Until then, have yourself a wonderful weekend over there. I miss you. :)



p.s 

I am thankful for each little blessing that comes my way. You are one of the blessings.


Always,

The Half Moon Serenades.

13th of August 2017. 

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Letters 536: Of Moon & Fairy Tale

"Take her to the moon for me okay."

- Bing Bong (Inside Out, 2015)


To whom I have met,

           Here I am sitting in my office room, on Saturday writing another letter to you. Well, today weather is a bit weird but the view of green grass outside of my office with trees & bushes surrounding it did a huge favor in helping me to relax a little bit after one busy week. 

           You know what is the best part of coming to office on the weekend? Everything is dull & everybody is quiet. They either sat in their own cubicle, read, playing online games or sleep. The only noise is of police cars or ambulances zooming through on the main street.Of course they are going from us, not for us.

            Anyway, last night I went to the orphanage & read for them a story book called 'Sleeping Beauty'. Well, I bet some of the volunteers there did this before but it seems they prefer yours truly here instead of them. God is mysterious. He didn't turned the orphans into a prince or princess while I read for them this fairy tale but He definitely sent them tonnes of beautiful smiles from Heaven.

            They slept on my leg (okay, I am fat & my legs looks as comfy as cushion) as I turned a simple fairy tale into a life action epic again & again. The moment I moved one of my leg, they grabbed it tightly. Can you imagine sitting there for two hours without going to the toilet?

             Lately, I felt that you are too busy with your life Samantha. The silence was a little bit deafening as you went through your exams or activities. So I might as well I wrote a letter for you in case you accidentally read it. Remember Sam, hope in God in case you ever found yourself in deep stress or trouble. He performs wonders & miracles that cannot be counted.

              Until then, have yourself a wonderful weekend there. I miss you.


p.s

I want to make you smile & not wasting the tears.


Always,

The Half Moon Serenades,

5th of August 2017.