Thursday, August 2, 2012

about process and present

So I guess I almost forgot how I enjoyed the process of every event in my life. I used to cherish all forms of surprises, regardless where it might lead me – happiness or grief. And today I was just reminded to stick to what I have at this moment when one of my 5 year-olds raised his hand and randomly said, “Miss Monica, we need to wait for 2 weeks before a cocoon turns into a butterfly” as we finished singing ‘Butterfly’.

Just because it is unseen, doesn’t mean it stops progressing. As the cocoon metamorphosing into a beautiful creature, it completes whatever task it needs to perform each day. No complaints, no hesitance, no worries about turning into something else or not being able to change at all.

Learnt from the cocoon, here’s the list of things I did today:
- Took the last bus ride with a dear colleague who’s moving to another campus.
- Popped up at a friend’s place, gave her a goodbye hug before her departure tomorrow morning.
- Had char kueytiaw for dinner, which I haven’t had for about a year.
- Finally, wrapped up this day with forgiveness. Yes, a decision to forgive could be the sweetest gift you give to yourself. It might not affect the other party, yet it totally makes a big difference in your daily life.

The moon was full last night. And the sky was crystal clear. Perhaps the moon is still full tonight, but its light is covered with the haze, thus looks less bright and pretty than last night. I’m glad I paused and enjoyed it for a while last night. I’m grateful that I took time to run my ‘errands’ today. Instead of worrying about what tomorrow may bring, I hope people I mentioned above were reminded of how special their presence are in someone’s life. At least in mine. :)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

august the first


August the first, you’re the one
The very moment I should begin the countdown
But what am I gonna do if I can’t
Ain’t I have no idea where to run

I detest the place, yet it feels homey
Like a combination of yummy and yucky
Two types of rice mixed in a bowl of congee
Separating the good from the bad is just silly

August the first, the moonlight beamed down
The spirit of a woman takes it all round
Revealing the story of clueless soul
Stays where she stands, freed from the foul

Radiant does she always look
No matter how messy muddy her dress gets
Sweat and tears streaming down as the brook
There smiles she still, showing no regrets

August the first, I came here with thirst
I didn’t win the game, doesn’t mean I lose
By the story, I’ve been empowered
I’ve made a history, completed the cruise