It all started when Heeton , my youngest son got ill last week, then followed by Triven (above), Taajin and Clovier. By the time they have recovered, the virus had spreaded to me and my wife. Knowing my wife was having fever, Triven set his alarm on his mobile phone before he went to bed last night. He was so sweet to wake up in the middle of the night to check his mom's temperature.

When my wife woke up this morning, she found that Triven has already prepared breakfast for her.
When crisis happened, it is heartening to see how the kids reacted to the situation.

a simple joy ... pt 2

I was not even passing my Chinese Language exam. But the whole school seemed to misunderstand that I was one of the best students in Chinese Language. Maybe it was because I had won a couple of national level essay writing awards at that time.

I was thrilled. Cos at that time, I wanted to "prove" to all teachers and friends that one does not need to have strong foundation in your language to "win" essay writing competition. What you need most is the passion!

Yet, I was fortunate to develop the passion of writing Chinese poems and essay. I felt in love with the "words"; to construct them, word by word (like building Lego blocks), made them into sensible and insensible phrases...at my own style.
That was how I enjoyed writing notes or poems out from these random thoughts.

Unlike my primary and secondary school days, I was reading a lot of books during high school. But none was related to my academic requirement,that is ~ my school exam. But it was one of my enjoyable time in my life. If you have watched the movie DEAD POET SOCIETY, you probably will understand what I meant.

I called it a simple joy.

That's how I recorded them down . pt 1

It would be nice that everyone finds his/her own style to record down the things he/she has gone through; beautiful or sad, its all worth to do it.

Time flies. We cannot stop it. But we can enjoy this magical ride, document it somewhere, somehow or another and so that we can take a peep sometime later. Maybe our children and our grandchildren can learn a little about us and our time.

I am fortunate to find my own expression of keeping a note about what's in my mind during this passage of time. In fact, I had 3 methods.

It all started at the age of 16, when I first picked up a guitar. It was the cheapest guitar on the guitar racks at Yamaha store. Cheapest because it wasn't branded Yamaha. Yet it took all my saving away in exchange for a instrument that writes and plays my dream. Never looked back from then.

After pickup a few simple chords within a month, I started writing my own songs. I guessed it was because of the encouragement from the peers. I was given with some lyrics by a school mate called HuiHui and I began composing melody out of them. Nothing fantastic; but it had enabled us to shout our youth days out loud and clear.

I like to walk; walking home from school, from train station, sometime even purposely alight a few bus stops earlier just to "walk" home.
When I walk, melodies will play inside my head...that's a beautiful experience.