The rain pours as the thunder thumps,
Droplets of rain showered the plants at the backyard,
Forming rain dews on waxy leaves,
In the shelter our dogs are chilling,
In the kitchen mom is cooking,
I sat by the door, overlooking the yard,
Sizzling sounds from the cooking pan synchronizing with the drizzling sounds of rain,
Aroma of fried sambal brinjal amidst the cool rainy breeze,
Renewed and refreshed,
Calm and tranquil,
A rainy day in Kuching.
It was a hot afternoon. Resting on a sofa at the living room, I heard a series of banging and cutting sound from the kitchen. Dad was repairing the washing machine after his short nap. Clad in his usual long sleeves with maroon colour collar shirt and a black shorts, he sat at the kitchen busy replacing the old pipes which was bitten by rats with new pipe so that our daily laundry could carry on. Well it might looks like a menial task and nothing big, but the rhythm of the banging and cutting sound resulted from the repair works reminds me that God is taking care of my parents. Dad is still healthy and steady. Since young, I always thought dad is my hero, he will always be. Though he is not as expressive with hugs and kisses, he loves us with his actions. For that, I love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day everyday and I am blessed to be your daughter. Wish you good health always:)
It is one of those days that i feel really really hot again. It is like heat trapped within my body, unable to escape no matter what i do. I sweated profusely and the best place to be is in front of a full blast fan. I touched myself and boy, it felt too warm that I recalled Chunkeat commented that my palms were as hot as an iron.
Back in Singapore, I felt really hot/warm even after a bath and I love to place my hands on his skin which is cool and guess what, I always get a big ‘NO!!!’ as a response!
Antes de concebirte ya te queria,
Antes de que nacieras ya te amaba,
Antes de tuvieras una hora de nacido ya moria por ti.
Este es el milagro del amor de madre.
Before you were conceived, I wanted you.
Before you were born, I loved you.
Before you were here an hour, I would died for you.
That is the miracle of love of a mother.
As i am counting down the days, waiting for Isabella to be born, i thank God for all the days that God has protected and guided me along the way. Nothing should be taken for granted…daily trips to work, monthly routine check-ups and each trip with the little ones in me when flying in the plane.
“El destino es un precipicio en lo cual caemos sólo si lo miramos por demasiado tiempo”.
Fate is an abyss in which we will fall only if we look at it for too long.
We were learning about this word while sharing about our favorite place. One of us spoke about jumping from a cliff which sparked a discussion the difference between “el precipicio” (slightly cantilevered cliff) and “acantilado” (vertical cliff). It was an interesting discovery and discussion. We learn something new everyday.
I decided to document the vocabulary “el precipicio” into my little sketchbook. While doing so, out of curiousity, I discovered this profound quote by a Romanian philosopher, poet, playwright and Novelist — Lucian Blaga. which I admittedly spent some time thinking about it. In this case, I believe the poet is trying to tell the reader that one should not easily give up on fate. We all have the power to change our fate. The end starts when we start to give up.
It seems that tonight is a night of reflection. A time to reflect on how we fair in life, and how we march on as we go along.