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 name laurent dob 20121988 plays Mahjong studied Biomedical Engineering reads physics and philosophy loves boxing and tennis links Justine Xiaoping Meiqi Xuan Meihui Tracy Lina Xinyi Ting Melvin Jingmin Farhan Sherry Esther Bird Nicholas Nisa Weetong Shawn Jieshi TeckWee Lynn Baohui Reichmann Shuhada NinaKK Jeff Zaf Shairah Huda Shamim Hidayah Aini Ain Natasha Rozzy TAGBOARD [[ Tag ]] ARCHIVE September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 January 2010 February 2010 |
Sunday, June 21, 2009
 as she sat that alone in the bus heading home, she was staring mindlessly thinking of something. her face speaks of different stories each clearly drawn out by the lines on her face. she should be around 70plus. however behind that wrinkly and gloomy face, there's a glimpse to her innocence and pretty face way back. afterall she had been a teen before, the teen who got so excited about her first date, the teen who flushed out red when she received flowers from her date, the teen who enjoys herself when out shopping with her girlfriends. she was not in a rush now though. she could wait even if the journey's long, she had experience far too much to be in a rush. what could be in her mind right now? where did she came from? i don't know. but im sure her mind wasn't on such trivial matters bout where and what she did today. maybe she's thinking of her already grown up kids, worried/assured at the kind of lives they are leading. her kids have all grown up, they might even have families of their own, but deep inside her heart, she will always see them as her lovely children who would run into her arms whenever the thunder could be heard, who shared their adventure story at school with her, who hurried her whenever she's preparing the dinner or maybe talk back to her whenever she's nagging at them. regardless of the events, they will always be an inseperable part of her physically, mentally and spiritually. her wrinkles are the best proof of a doting mother. her limbs are the best proof of a hardworking mother. there's nothing fanciful in her dressing. common clothes and a plastic bag filled with her barang barang. nothing valuable except for one thing on the fourth finger of her right hand. an inexpensive looking gold ring. she might have aged, but the substance and value of the ring had withstand the test of time. the ring is the main reason for me to blog. a normal old ring who might not even be an attractive steal for a thief, yet to her, the ring is her life, the reason and cause to who she is now, the path of her life after her young marriage. where is her husband now? i don't know. but i do know her husband is someone great and caring enough for her to continue wearing it despite being so old already. i am sure she can still elaborate clearly about the day which change her life. the day where her sweetheart bought a ring, talked to her dad and finally knelt infront of her,' will you marry me?' he asked. from the day she nodded her head with joyness and excitement to present day, the ring has never left her finger. i can't help but to think about it. she must have love her husband deeply. they might have spent sweet moments, happiness, anger, sorrow and even troubles together. he could have gotten fired once, he could have scolded her once, but they have endured it thru. at the end of the day, he is still someone she love with her whole life. she gave him her youth, her love and her heart just to be with the man she often dreamt about in the night when they were dating. even till now.....she still remembers the day they took their oath together as she continues to live by what she vowed with him. the great thing about love is that it transcends through time regardless of the duration without the meaning changed. why must there be so many complications and variables be added into the simplest and sweetest eqaution of love now?
whack / 9:41 AM Wednesday, June 10, 2009
whack / 8:21 AM Tuesday, June 02, 2009
after some time, when all is forgiven and the wounds are healed.................i still think of you whack / 8:46 AM |
