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Merry Christmas 2009

Dearest my beloved family, relatives and friends,

Wish you a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year 2010!

Love you all. xxx

Happy December

It’s the first day of December and I’m back! :D

Hoping to make a fresh start and not the my-new-year’s-resolution do any longer. For more than a decade, it’s been the same old tale. So, I wish to try something new: Live the present, forget future and bury the past. Or should it be: Bury the past, forget future but live the present? Oh well! Whatever suits!

Year of 2009! What a shame! I buried 2 family members (pardon me, 1 was cremated), having to say “sorry for your loss” countless of times, and having to hear the news that someone (who used to be a close friend) was just buried yesterday. Or was it last week? Forgive my memory full. I just try to catch up something that no longer is a breaking news.

Other than that, it is a story that deserves to be printed someday, when the time comes. Or I might share it here one of these days. Be curious and you’ll know what bothers your mind.

Happy December! May it will bring a fruitful journey throughout the month. :)

Winter Time in Autumn

It started last night here in Europe, the daylight saving time (DST) in which the DST summer time stopped. All manual clocks at home needed to move backward an hour and then it’s an extra hour to lie down in bed last night.

I used to love this winter’s DST but now it doesn’t mean anything to me apart from I’ve an hour extra time difference with my folks back home.

The weather started to get chillier before the autumn season began in September. I’ve to get my autumn jackets ready but lately I had to wear an extra cloth or a blazer so that I wouldn’t catch cold.

I had missed summer this year in this country. Last year I had several people visiting and stayed with us but that didn’t happen this year.

I’ve been back twice to my home country in July and September. All I remember is the chilly weather in Spring and now cold and wet weather in Autumn. A few months from now on, we’ll enter the really cold weather of the year again.

How time flies! I wish everyone is getting wiser each year.

Question Mark

I’m here at Changi Airport in Singapore. It’s a weird feeling… all sorts. But mostly sad, sad, sad. Is grandma still waiting for me? Can she cope with the pain and the waiting? Is it no longer an is but a was? It remains a big question mark to me. Are you still with us grandma?

I hope I’m still able to see her and she me.

On the other hand… there is that other feeling… nervous…

Grandma Arlinis

I am coming home again for the second time this year. The first time was in July to see grandma and dad who were ill (dad was admitted in the hospital). Now, to see grandma who is in a critical condition in Kota Kinabalu. Her doctors told my family to ask all her close family to come home already.

My grandma, who is a 4th generation of Wong Loong descendants, is the eldest daughter or Mr Ligunjang from his second marriage and the mother of my father.

During my visit in July, I have made several photos of grandma. These 2 below are my favourites.

My grandma Arlinis Juliny Ligunjang

My grandma Arlinis Juliny Ligunjang

This shot was taken in Papar Hospital when grandma had to go for a check-up. This one is with a smile (after I made face or said something that made her smile or even laugh). 15 July 2009

Grandma and her daughters

Grandma and her daughters. Aunt N, Aunt B, Grandma and Aunt A

This shot is my favourite of the many pictures I have taken at Aunt A’s home in Tambunan. As usual, I had to do something to make grandma laugh. I am the eldest granddaughter in the family and I am close with my dad’s younger sisters. When grandma wanted to see someone in Keningau, we ladies had a small reunion in Tambunan. 26 July 2009

A Dream

Looking up at the blue sky while sitting at the veranda of my parents´ house, I felt so calm. I knew I still had things to do: finding some specific photos from my old albums. The photos of a person whom had ruled my heart from ages ago when we were still teenagers, more than 2 decades ago. But I thought the searching could wait, so I closed my eyes.

The memory of last night´s dream hit me. Why? After all these years? Why was I shown that specific face? Without words, without a smile nor a tear. The face. Why was it so calm? It showed thousands things but also showed nothing at all. I wanted to ask, I wanted to say something but my tongue was numb. I failed again. Then I turned to Him up there. “Dear God, what is the meaning of this all? What are You trying to tell me?” It was quiet. I heard nothing. The face, I couldn´t forget. It was so calm. He was calm.

I opened my eyes. I remembered the dream last night. I missed the face. It had been one and a half decades after the last episode. “How is he doing now? Does he still hate me? Does he know that I´m still alive? Does he care at all?” I looked up again. Felt like shouting but I couldn´t blame Him. I couldn´t blame myself nor him. What did the dream mean? Why did he come again after all these years? Until when would this torture end?

I looked down and saw the greens. I thought to myself, it was nothing but a dream. So, I got up from the seat and went to start looking for those precious photos of my dear one.

Friday At Last

Ah! It’s Friday again!

Who doesn’t like Fridays? Well! Not me. At least I DIDN’T!

I was not ready to enter the senior citizen world yet. So I didn’t like weekends. It does sound weird (doesn’t it?) since my weekends mostly were occupied with events, things to do, places to visit, people to entertain or simply just to sleep-in till noon. The thing of living in this country is: there is really NO exciting expectations but to grab the wet sponge and start wiping the windows or cleaning the toilets and bathroom. Not to mention going to the supermarkets to get the groceries for the coming days or week and then getting in a long que to finally be able to pay.

That’s what those who work full time, Monday to Friday, do in this country on their so exciting weekends.  It’s natural to do the housechores and shopping groceries on Saturdays. The reason is the discounted gas price during the weekend. In fact, it is also applicable to the weekdays but only from 11.00pm onwards till 7.00am the next morning. If you were obsessed with the less-bills-to-pay, you might want to do this at night during the weekdays and enjoy the weekends for your social events.

But doing the cleaning, polishing and vacuming work after a hard and long day work? Indeed! A big NO NO to me.

So, I got annoyed when during my “trial and error”of getting at least a decent few hours of sleep at night, I got to hear all sorts of noise. Although not so loud, I still could hear it. A realisation: I would gain another sleepless night and look like a zombie-awaken-from-its-sleep.

Although the house has a good insulation, sometimes I feel like living in a very old and cold house with the feeling of kicking out the neighbours since they do the laundry work at night. I might exaggerate as it was my own fault not to fall asleep before it was 5am.*sigh*

Where was I?

Right! The Fridays. It was THEN! (That I did not like Fridays!)

Now, I can hardly wait for Friday to come as it has some medicine that can cure my wound.

TGIF!!!

Have a safe and wonderful weekend to you! :)

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