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Sunday, January 23, 2011

My Life [This is a Title assigned by LHP453]










15 years ago, if you happened to walk past a painted blue terrace house with a beautiful garden at the front yard and you heard a loud classical orchestra playing, you stopped by and looked into the house, seeing a 8-year-old girl you thought she would be, who was actually only five, closed her eyes and moved her hands in the air passionately as if she was the conductor and she ruled the flow, that would be me. You felt amused when the small hand pointed to one direction, softly, indicating that the music to be slow and low. What a gentle girl the family have, you think, but not at all!!

In fact, I was a headache which made the reason why I grew up basking in love from Grandpa and Grandma. My own parents felt it was a must to separate this mischievous fellow from the rest of their children who were still small and vulnerable to non-stopping prank. And starting a life with grandparents were nothing different. In fact my Grandma was just at her 40s to look after me. Every morning I would wake up at five, watching Grandpa puffing on his cigarette at the front yard and it was so silent that if you listened carefully, you would hear the sound of train passing by though the railway station was so far away. Then, here came the school bus of students, making noise still in the morning, I was so excited to see people going to school that I would shout whatever came to my mind. After that, three of us would be heading to the morning market for breakfast regularly. And at night, I must not skip the Japanese army invading the fish village bedtime stories by Grandma before I shut myself down to dream and reverie. She even spoke to me the Teochew tongue twister to make me sleep. Until today, I still remembered the lines.

Practically, I didn't trap myself up at home with Barbie dress up or cooking games. Instead, my playmates were all boys! They didn't discriminate me but only to exclude me whenever they peed at the drain. We had a lot of fun together. There was a season where we were all addicted to catching frog. Every single day, you would find me with one hand holding a mineral bottle and another hand grabbing the rusty fence, seeking after my preys in a drain. I couldn't tell why we were all so proud of it especially when we scored the highest hunting results of the day. Putting a milo tin cover over two bricks and by placing a lighted candle between the bricks, here we went, cooking the tadpoles and then ate them! It sounded disgusting and yes, we did it!

Unlike other children, I was stubborn, disliked asking questions but to figure out things myself. Once I tried to make a kite myself, record the TV programme down to the video tape and most dangerously, learn the function of each button of my uncle's hi-fi system. My uncle never let anyone to put a single finger on his hi-fi baby and that was challenging to break the rule. At the same time, after putting some effort, I proudly used my chopsticks in front of my peers who were still holding forks. It was a life with finding solutions.

Not forget to mention, I had quick temper as a little girl. I remembered an old woman who scolded me when I simply touched the eggs at her grocery store. As a feedback, I smashed her egg to the floor right in front her eyes. Of course, Grandma had to pay for it and hear all the curses coming out from the Tauke Neo. Since then, Grandma refused to buy from the store. Another time was, when I was trying to sleep, the foreign workers started their night life again by playing radio loudly. I ruined their party by opening my window and shouted, 'Diam-diam la!!! [Quiet!!!]'. According to mother, I sounded like an adult and the music was off soon after my warning.

Being a child was fun, but I realised it was time to grow up the moment I moved back to stay with Mom and Dad and became the eldest of the four. Still, I wasn't as mature as they expected at my age. Staying with siblings was another type of joy after waving goodbye to my buddies. I was 9 or so when I came to this unfamiliar family. But we had grown up together, planting green peas, rearing koi, watching Power Puff Girls, playing SUPER MARIO BROS, having fight, everything we did it together. We even created our own language that the parents couldn't understand when we talked. Three of them often made me their leader, we were like Teen Titans.

Ah, almost forget Coco. Coco was my dog and my best friend ever. He was not any pedigree that I went to pick up from a Dog House. But we met at an extraordinary evening, where a stray puppy was looking at me innocently, pleading some mercies and food. Then, we became awesome partner together, in the mission to attack all the cats in the back alley. Whenever I whistled, Coco would follow me, behind my bicycle. We traveled the town together everyday, after school. At night, he would sleep at our front yard, guarding our house. Coco felt like a guardian angel to me. He came to my life the time I was having difficult time. He cheered me up and kept my company. But one day he just disappeared. Maybe he left after seeing me growing up.

I never thought of being doctor. As a child, I dreamed of being an Orchestra conductor, a film director or a writer. Frankly, it was my brother who became illed and motivated me. I rememberd at Matriculation, I failed to apply Biology but I enjoyed the Physics course very much. I thought I was going to be an engineer or a geologist. My roommate even bragged about her father who being a doctor. I thought I would never have a chance as a Physics student. But God work His miracle in me. After some long story, I ended up here.

Looking back at my life, I feel it would be a waste if I stop living for today. Many little details that flashed through my mind reminded me how precious a life is. I shouldn't be bothered with some small failures that blocked my vision. I knew it was a tough competition here. Rather comparing myself with others, I feel living for God is more important. I do not know any philosophy or how to forcefully boost the optimism inside me. But once I know every step I'm taking is watching by Him, I am grateful enough to keep holding on. Knowing that He is my greatest motivation, I guess my life does not end here but with more surprise to come, as long as I am willing to.











Saturday, January 15, 2011

A little sharing


Ever since I'm here, whenever an inspiration or a sudden thought of life comes and knocks my head, I always refuse it as I can't afford to waste the time here.

But today, I felt the need to do a little sharing here.

A few moments ago, I just talked to Mom over phone. I was asking how is my brother, David. And my Mom cried whenever she mentioned him. I knew it but I also urgently concerned about my brother.

I didn't know when did it started, that I wasn't close to him anymore. He was like a complete stranger since then, that we never talked to each other even tough I came home from Campus or him coming back from the care center.

Let me just tell you this before you are getting confused of what I'm going to write.

I have two brothers, both of them are not going to school. They have different conditions, but both are psychological problem so far, as what being told by the doctor.

But I wasn't ashamed of telling it and I felt like to share it here, especially about David.

If you wish to know more about David, you can just go my previous blog, link here: http://changingw.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-little-prince.html
[He would be slimmer now than the picture you see.]

And what I'm going to write here is about his updates and something that came to my mind when I was on the phone just now.

In fact he wasn't getting good, rather he was in Hiding Place, switching back to a terrible place which actually a rehab centre for drug addicts and those headache teenagers.

And they changed the treatment, this time no medicine. But at the same time, David was starved if he was not behaving properly.

When mother paid him a visit, she only saw a sick boy, slimmer than anyone could take and wasn't even aware of the reality of the world anymore.

Do you get it? Like a person who can't feel the world or feel the life he's having.

I was actually touched that he immediately prayed for me the time he heard I got into accident. But now, none of my single life, or a second I have given to pray for him.

I was drunk in this university, with materials, with friends and laughters, with all the fun I always had. And all these distractions have totally, to my terror, wash him away off my mind. I forgot him completely. I forgot about the very first reason I came here.

I forgot to give thanks to God. I forgot to work hard as I had promised Him.

I forgot so many things, left uncounted.

After you read all these, you would be as shocking as I am when all I'm concerning about are, why I can't play piano, why I can't dance, why I need to study, why, why and why, so many whys that none of them can be compared with what David's facing.

Just now, I apologized to Mom. I told her that I'm sorry for even tough I grew up healthily and I ended up in an university, taking a very precious and proud course, medical doctor......and I still complained. And I never stopped complaining. And I never stopped at one moment, thinking about my own life, taking initiative to be a bit, just a bit more rational and mature.

And I would like to know if my sharing has affected you in anyway or not at all.

But to myself, it makes me to think a lot. I'm sure tonight is something different.

And I also wish to remind my brothers and sisters, no matter what talent you possessed, how less you are compared to other people, the salvation you have is more than enough to give thanks for. Shouldn't it be time to bless other people instead of feeling small beside them? Don't you agree, God's grace is always good enough?

http://my.tv.sohu.com/u/vw/3786494

[This first song of the video is the song that David once sang to Mom after he learned it from the Kindergarden, he was crying when he sang the song and he told Mom he was touched for what Mom was doing for him, as a child of five! He was brave and voluntereed to give speech during his kindergarden graduation day. He woke up on his own for school and after school, he would do the housework for Mom. He loved my younger brother and sister very much, he often hugged them. Even tough Mom didn't mention it, but I knew no one can replace him in her heart. He was the best child I had ever seen. I felt embarrassed while I was just a Bullier at home and had the adults done everything for me. To visualise it, he is Jerry and I am Tom.]

So, therefore my dear brothers and sisters, if anyone of you had seen this post, please pray for my brother, David Kho, that may Lord do what the best He wanted for him, heal him according to His will and give David a whole new life, in Jesus' name, Amen!