Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, May 14, 2010

some things don't change ~

I am sitting down in a tight corner in Starbucks, typing this blog post and as I turn to look at my watch, I see the needle in my watch tick the seconds passing by. It dawned to me that things change over time. Nothing really stays the same as time goes by. I look at my laptop, I notice the faded keyboards, I look at my reflection in the laptop screen I see four days worth of moustache and a goatie, some of my schoolmates now married, I see friend's kids now all big and tall only when a few years ago I saw them as toddlers.

It's somewhat amazing to see the effects of the passage of time; reminding me of a phrase I hear quite often from someone close to me, "the only thing constant in our lifetime is change". I used to beg to differ with her view but I have come to accept what she said as being true. Change is constantly happening in our lives. Nothing really stays the same once it is stretched.

Despite the change constantly taking place in our lives and the lives of those around us, there are some things that don't change. It might not be something you'll think of off-hand simply because it 's not something really significant.

I was jogging in the park one Saturday morning and there was an elderly couple holding hands while taking their morning walk. Considering I was jogging and they were walking, I think I must have passed them about 5 to 6 times trying to rake up the mileage.

As I was warming down after completing my rounds, the same couple decided to take a seat on the bench nearby to cool off before leaving. Not that I wanted to eavesdrop but I heard a very interesting conversation between the two of them.

"It's been a while since we last took a stroll you and I?"

"It's been refreshing ever since we started taking a morning stroll. Get some fresh air at the same time. Spend some time together as well."

"We never really had so much time like this years back when we worked so hard trying to get the kids education overseas. Those little rascals sure cost us quite a bit!"

"Hahahahaha....... at least they're both out and happy doing what they are doing. Time for us to take a break."

"Time sure passes by like a flash. I remember it was the evening of the 10th of November twenty five years ago when you first held my hand and took me for a walk in the park. You and I have grown old, kids all grown up, you've lost most of your hair, I have grown more wrinkles, our Beagle Boo has gone to heaven."

"Time sure flies..... it sure does....... time goes by, things around us change but one thing sure don't change."

"What's that?"

"The way you hold my hand dear. Tight enough to know that you'll never leave my side but soft enough to let me know that you truly love me."

Monday, March 23, 2009

more than just lost and found~

Leslie was on the way back home from work, taking the usual 20 minute walk from office back to his house. On that particular evening, it was slightly different walk. You see, Leslie had this funny lil' habit. As he walked home from work everyday, he'd count the tiles has he made his way home. The very few friends he has who are close to him say that Leslie found it soothing and it was a way to arrange his thoughts. Anyway, this particular evening as he counted the tiles he stumbled upon what looks like a wallet.

The wallet looked old. Wasn't very thick and probably even looked discoloured. Leslie would have normally walked past it. But somehow, this wallet caught his attention but he couldn't help but satisfy his curiosity and he eventually bent down to pick the wallet to his own surprise. Leslie was a life-goes-by sort of person, not concerned about anything else except for his usual routines that made him feel like himself.

As he picked it up, he was wondering about the contents of the wallet. Upon opening it, there were only five pieces of one dollar bills and a very well folded piece of note. Leslie didn't know what to make of it because the note was too short to be called a letter but too long to be a simple note. He didn't really want to read it because he felt it was violating the privacy of the owner but it was probably the only to find who the owner was because the wallet had no identification card whatsoever. Not even a credit card!

Upon reading the note, Leslie could conclude 2 things - 1. The sender was a woman named Jessie; 2. The recipient was Joseph. The note was written in a very nice, feminine, old fashion styled cursive handwriting. The words were a little faded but Leslie could still make out the words. The note expressed Jessie's love for Joseph but ended the note with a sad line saying she was probably never going to see him again because she had to leave for overseas to further her studies and was not sure when she would ever return.

In Leslie's mind, he could be certain about one thing - the note was something very dear to Joseph. The note was dated in 1959, 50 years ago!

Deep down, Leslie knew exactly how it felt to lose someone he loved so much due to such circumstances for his ex-girlfriend left him to further her studies abroad. Leslie then decided he was going to look for Joseph in order to give him back his wallet along with the note that he holds on to dearly.

The following day after work, Leslie started his search for Joseph. First stop was to pay the address written at the back of the note a visit. Leslie didn't know if it was a good idea, neither was he certain who would be living in that address, and he really didn't know what to expect.

Leslie walked up the pathway leading to the front door, rang the bell and waited. A young lady opened the door cautiously.

"Hi there, my name is Leslie, I don't mean any harm and I just want to find the owner of this wallet. In the wallet there is a note and I believe it was sent from this address by someone called Jessie," as Leslie handed her the note.

She took a look at the note, looked at Leslie and said, "Hmmmm.... Jessie was the owner of this house before I bought it about 5 years ago. If I am not mistaken she decided to place herself in a nursing home. I can't really remember, but I think the she's at St. Mary's Nursing Home."

Leslie thanked the young lady whose name he never got and went on his way home.

St. Mary's Nursing Home wasn't far from where he lived and he made a trip there the following day.

The nursing home was a well maintained place, with really nice landscaping that made the place brighter and more cheerful. There were many old folks in there, some walking around the greenery in the compound, some were playing chess among themselves, some were in a group having some form of private forum.

Leslie walked up to the nurse at the reception and asked to looked for Jessie.

"Looking for Jessie? Sure, let me take you to her room. It's rare for her to have a visitor. You are probably the first visitor in three years," said the nurse, as she led Leslie to her room.

When they arrived at Jessie's room, they found her knitting by the window sitting on a rocking chair.

The nurse greeted her, "Hi there Jessie! We have a visitor for you today."

Jessie turn around to greet her visitor, "Let me see..... You must be Leslie." and smiled.

Leslie was startled, "How did you know my name?"

Jessie chuckled and said, "Your name is written on your visitor pass hanging on your shirt's pocket. I may be old but I haven't completely lost it yet young man."

Leslie laughed..........

"Anyway Jessie, do you know anyone by the name of Joseph?"

Jessie's expression changed to a more sombre expression as she looked out the window and sighed, "Of course I know Joseph. Joseph Applebee I could never forget him; his blue eyes, high forehead, attractive smile. He was a tall, fine, handsome man with a personality to die for. It was really unfortunate my parents disagreed with my intentions to marry him and forced me to further my studies overseas to separate the both of us. Joseph was like the bee and I was like the honey. We loved each other to bits. Everytime we were together, it felt like we were on cloud nine!"

She took a long sigh and said, "I never got married. There was no one out there who could match up to Joseph."

Jessie and Leslie eventually talked for hours. Just before Leslie left, she asked him how she knew about Joseph. Leslie the explained to her about finding the wallet with the note she wrote to Joseph. With tears in her eyes, Jessie said, "If you ever find Joseph, please tell him I still love him and not once have I forgotten about him."

Leslie thanked her for her time and took his leave. As he walked into the elevator he took out the wallet and looked at it while he mumbled, "Applebee, Joseph Applebee. It's a lead."

Beside Leslie, a nurse in the elevator overheard Leslie and saw the wallet. "Hey! That's Mr. Applebee's wallet! How did you find it? Mr. Applebee has been trying to find that wallet for days. He always misplaces his wallet or loses it when he goes out on his own."

"Is he Joseph Applebee?" asked Leslie.

"Yup! That's him"

"Can I see him now? Is he still around in this nursing home?"

"Yes, I'll take you to where he usually sits and read his books. He's a really quiet guy. Doesn't mix around much."

The nurse took Leslie to Joseph and then said, "Mr. Applebee, this young lad here found your wallet."

Joseph grabbed hold of Leslie's hands and shook them with utmost gratitude.

"Thank you! Thank you! I have been searching for my wallet for days. Must have dropped it while taking the bus back here when I went out. How can I ever thank you?"

"Nah, don't worry about it Mr. Applebee. I knew it must have been important to you. But, I should inform you I went through your wallet in hope to find who the owner is and I also read the note in your wallet."

"You read it?"

"Yes. And..... and I believe I know where Jessie is."

Mr. Applebee had tears filled his eyes and asked, "You know where is she? You really do? Please, please, please take me to her! Or, or, or give me her number or something." He was literally begging to Leslie.

"I wonder how is she. I never got married or even saw anyone else after she left. I only ever wanted to be with her."

"Mr. Applebee, come with me," Leslie said.

Joseph and Leslie took the elevator to level 2 and both of them walked to Jessie's room where she was still facing the window looking at the setting sun while she knitted.

The nurse walked up to her and said, "Jessie," pointed towards Joseph at the entrance of her room, "Do you know this man?"

Jessie picked up her glasses and took a good look and covered her mouth with both of her hands. Tears rolling down her cheeks, "Oh my..... Joseph? Joseph? Is that really you?"

"Jessie, good lord. I never thought I would ever see you again!" tears rolling down his cheeks.

Both of them walked towards each other and held each others' hands almost as if they were trying to do a reality check to find out if they have gone senile and were dreaming.

Leslie and the nurse quietly backed away from the entrance and left those two together. The nurse and Leslie left the room with tears streaming down their cheeks.

The nurse clutched her hands together, looked up, and said, "God is truly great! God is great!"

About a month later, Leslie received a call from a nurse from the nurshing home. It was Joseph's and Jessie's wedding.

The wedding was beautiful one indeed. The nursing home management even sponsored the occasion. Joseph was in a tux, Jessie wore a beautiful pearl white dress and they made Leslie the best man. Joseph and Jessie were even given their own room in the nursing home.

If it was anything, it was a perfect ending to a candle of love that continued to burn on for nearly fifty years, waiting for the perfect lantern to compliment it.

It was a lost wallet that found love that was meant to be...............

How many times in our lifetime have we disregarded something we felt was insignificant or just too small to make up anything? A wallet with five pieces of one dollar bills and an old love note would have likely ended up in the dustbin. Some of us may have taken the money, then discard the wallet and the note in the nearest dustbin. You probably never thought it would have led to a reunion of a love affair of a lifetime.

A good majority of us are always waiting for the big thing, the big opportunity, the big chance - just that ONE big one. Far too often, in the midst of looking out for the big one, we let all the small things arounds us pass by unknowing to us the one BIG one might only come by after we add up the smaller things around us..........

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

It's not about the time, it's not about the money, it's not about the lifestyle, it's about making memories

Caroline graduated with a degree in medical and secured an above average paying job in one of the most renown hospital in the city. She eventually scored a high profile heart operation on one of the country's richest entrepreneurs. Caroline was never lacking in medical cases and she was always busy. 

At 28 years of age, Caroline married to an every-girl's-dream-guy, Mason - handsome, toned body, well mannered, respected his woman type-of-guy architect. Friends and family had only one thing to say to those two love birds - match made in heaven! 

4 years down the road, Caroline and Mason had their first son, Tom. Becoming a parent was anything but easy, especially for first time parents like Caroline and Mason. Everyday was a rush for either one of them to get off work to fetch Tom from Mason's parent's because Caroline's parents were from out of state and Mason's played an active role in a charitable organisation and could not take care of Tom anytime after 6 o'clock in the evening. 

The night after celebrating Tom's first birthday, just before going to bed Caroline spoke to Mason, "Mason, I not sure you are going to agree with me on this but I think I want to be a full time mom to take care of Tom. What do you think?" Mason gave it a thought for a while and said, "Should be okay if that's what you want. We can always work something out. I guess we can hire a maid to handle the housework while you take care of Tom boy." 

"We don't need a maid dear. After all, I know how you always want to keep our privacy and you never liked the idea of having a maid around the house. I should be able to handle the housework. We don't really live in a big house you know!", replied Caroline with a chuckle. 

"If you think that's the right thing to do, we can go with it.", Mason replied respecting Caroline's decision. 

Caroline looked at Mason and said, "Thanks a lot dear. But I know it will be tougher on you since we are going to lose my side of the income. I hope you are okay with it."

Tom reassuringly held Caroline's hands and said , "Of course I am okay with it dear. After all, at Tom boy's age what he needs most is his mother, you. I can work my schedule to spend more time with you two since I can work my project designs from home."

The following day, when close friends and relatives heard about Caroline's decision and resignation, everyone thought she was suffering from post pregnancy depression. Caroline's best friend, Meg asked her over lunch, "Are you sure you are okay, Caroline? I mean you are going to give up your job? You'll forgo all that income and especially now when your career is building. You sure you want to do that?" 

Caroline said, "Thanks for your concern Meg. I am really okay. I am a doctor and I would know if I am suffering from post pregnancy depression. But the thing is, with my parents out of state and clearly inconvenient for them to come down to help take care of Tom and with Mason's parents being active with their charity stuff, there really is no one else to take care of Tom."

Meg shook her head and replied, "Get a nanny or a baby sitter or a maid or something! They can handle Tom."

Caroline replied, "Meg, Tom is my only child at the moment. In my life time there will only be one chance for me to see one year old Tom, then two year old Tom, then three year old Tom and until he grows up. He needs me especially at this young age, and if I miss the time with him now, I will never get it back. I am talking about changing his diapers, cuddling with him to bed, reading him a bed time story to bed, feeding him his milk, playing toys with him, bathing with him. It's a once in a lifetime experience with Tom. I'll never change his diapers again once he passes the diaper age, or feed him his milk. Wouldn't you want to create such lifetime memories like these? I mean I do agree having the high salary does allow my family and I to have a nice lifestyle and all that but it's not worth it."

Meg just sighed and said, "I sure hope you are making the right choice Caroline. I wouldn't forgo a high paying job for anything. If I have to, I'd rather work my timetable to fit my kids."

Caroline just smiled and replied, "That's your way of handling it Meg, not mine. To me, it's more than that. It's not about the time, it's not about the money, it's not about the lifestyle, it's about making memories."

Sunday, October 5, 2008

5 more minutes.....

During this week, Wednesday to through Friday because of the festive seasons for our Muslims friends. Sadly, work got in the way of the holiday and I had to put aside all other plans I had for the three days and use the time to rush out some urgent matters for my superior. I expanded a fair bit of energy and effort to turnaround everything by the end of Friday so I could still have the weekend to myself.

Saturday evening was surprisingly cooling and I decided to had of to a nearby park to take a sit and enjoy the quietness. I haven't been fishing to close to a year now after my fishing mate went overseas to further his studies.

At the park, I shared the bench with a middle aged man who looked intently over this girl of maybe 5 or 6 years of age, who was cycling around the park. To kill boredom I thought I might as well break the silence and asked him, "Is that your daughter?". He replied with a nice smile, "Yup! That's my girl!".

It was reaching about 6 in the evening and he decided to call his daughter back, and his daughter replied "Dad, five more minutes please?". He then said okay. Five minutes went by and when he called his daughter back, she would ask for five more minutes. As I watched the sunset, the little kept asking for five more minutes and he'd say okay. Watching that happen, I made a passing statement, "Geez, you are a very patient father".

He then looked at me, and somehow I could see some sadness in his eyes. He then said, "Three years ago, I had a son who died at her age in a car accident. Being busy with work, I never really spent time with him and now I'd do anything to get just five more minutes with him. I don't want to repeat the mistake I made three years ago. Right now, she thinks she gets five more minutes to cycle, but in fact I get five more minutes to see her play."

After the two of them left when it was close to dark, I think I sat there thinking about what he said for a good half an hour; I snapped out of thinking when I realised some mosquito was biting me in the foot. Know what? Life is about priorities and 5 minutes to us could be a short time, or sometimes even dreadfully precious when work deadline lingers closely around the corner. But, sometimes 5 minutes isn't about rushing things out or meeting deadlines. 5 minutes could mean spending precious time with a loved one or never having a chance to spend that time anymore with a loved one.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

My dog, after one year..........

For those who read my blog about year ago, you would remember my dog, Blackie! For those who don't know him feel free to drop by the old post I made when I first brought him back to my house - here.

As quickly as last year came, close to a year has gone by since Blackie joined my family. He's grown a lot compared to the small lil' black dog he was. Still as healthy and probably more naughty than before as well!

Check out some of his photos I took after I got back from class this evening......



Sure was difficult trying to find him a steady position for a good photo shoot. Sure has grown a fair bit since I brought him back. As he grows, he sure gets more energy. But I guess this should be is maximum size since he is of the smaller breed. Quite frankly I don't know what breed his is of since the owner of his mum never knew who his father was. One thing's for sure, he's half a spitz (his mom is a spitz).

Oh well, I am not a must-be-pedigree-dog person. After all, you don't need a pedigree for a good companion at home right? :D

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

How would I be remembered?

Driving back home from work, getting caught up in a slight traffic crawl my mind suddenly popped me a question - how would I want to be remembered if I kicked the bucket (i.e. die)? I have to admit, when the question randomly appeared in my mind, I knew it was very rethorical question. Rethorical question for a rethoric like myself to answer! Perfect! Besides, anyone stuck in a traffic crawl with the cd player blasting is pretty much a rethoric anyway.

As far as I can remember, I did ask a close friend of mine before and he said he would probably remember me as nice, kind, helpful and sincere. That is certainly comforting to know but it didn't seem quite right to me somehow or rather. It felt very general, not specific and simply just not convincing enough.

The easiest way to find out of course is to go around asking people close to me about it but that would also be very weird and I would probably be thought of as being egoistic or being vain - guess it's a no-no. But if I did go running around asking people about it, it would have a made a good music video for the song "You're So Vain....... lalalalalalalalalala".

When I was a kid going to school, my teacher once described me as being cheeky and witty. A few of my university lecturers described me as being driven, sometimes pompus, aggresive in acheiving my goals and sometimes even stubborn as a cow! But is that how I am really going to be remembered? It just doesn't seem quite right to me, like something is missing and those comments just sound so general and on-the-surface, like those often used descriptions that are used for the sake of using.

Quite surprisingly, I found my answer in the most unexpected place. I dropped by a friend's house to visit his parents since it was a while since my friend left for Australia to study. Since I used to go to his house pretty often during my schooldays for tuition, I knew his parents fairly well. Walking into the house I saw the photo of my friend's dog, Bo. Seeing the photo I knew Bo had passed on.

And then, his mom just said, "Aaron loves animals so much, Bo was lucky to be his dog..... he got all the love from Aaron.". And that was it! That was the answer to my question! I realised, there's no need for me to try to be a good friend, boy friend, father, husband or brother. It was more than good enough for anyone to say, "Anyone would be lucky to be Mick's dog."

No need to measure my success in terms of money or valuables, nothing egoistic about it, nothing vain about it. Simply - I am good enough for a dog to love me, and for me to love a dog! No need for any silly comparisons, and not to forget dogs are always sincere, caring and loving. ;)

Friday, March 21, 2008

**What is a FriENd?**

WHAT IS A FRIEND?

Your Heart is your Love,
Your love is your Family ,
Your family is your Future ,
Your future is your Destiny ,
Your destiny is your Ambition,
Your ambition is your Aspiration ,
Your aspiration is your Motivation ,
Your motivation is your Belief ,
Your belief is your Peace ,
Your peace is your Target ,
Your target is Heaven,
Heaven is no fun without FRIENDS
It's " World Best Friends Week" send this to all your good friends.
Even me, if I am one of them. See how many you get back.
If you get more than 3 you are really a lovable person...I am waiting

F - Few
R - Relations
I - In
E - Earth
N - Never
D - Die

Good friends care for each other.. . Close f riends u nderstand each other and true friends stay fo rever, beyond words, beyond time and beyond di stance...

don't keep staring at the spot you tripped.....

Have you ever encountered a nightmare or a bad dream that keeps playing over and over in your mind everytime you try to catch a shut eye? It...