Lost in world of sea in search for seven wonders,
The crews fronted the sailor for answers,
The sailor laughs, and calmly replies,
"Lose your faith in whole world you could,
But lose the faith in your belief you must not,
For this ship is our soul, our love, our religion,
For it breaks, so do us.
And if is unbreakable, so do us."
MX
31/3/2020
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Monday, March 30, 2020
Breakfast and Real Estate
She once asked,
"Do you have a place called home?
A place to go when the feet are sore.
To rest your heart and soul.
And when it rains, a place to take a shade.
As the age catches on,
So are the dusts on frames and memorabilia
Gathered and displayed as you lived,
And when the time comes, you will go as if
The prized moments were just yesterday."
By the time I decide to pen this down,
She would have long forgotten about the chat,
But as the world drifts to a bad state,
All one could think of, is home.
MX
29/3/2020
Midnight
**********************************
Time: Between 0900 to 1000
Venue: A significant food court in the middle of Singapore
Agenda: Breakfast
It's her. It is always about her. This story is based on an event, happened exactly two years and days ago, however I couldn't help but the flashes came to me on my sleeping time, as I was on my bed trying to doze off.
The place was hot, and humid, like the usual weather we both grew up, acclimatized in. Yet, a soothing hunger that stroke both our tummies, seem to have made both of us aiming for a higher priority that morning. That said, we both ended up at a rather centre for food hawkers, with moderate crowds, but plenty of seats.
We strolled through each stalls, made short glimpses on each menus that were offered to us, but still nothing crossed a stake to our heart yet.
"How about this stall? They seem to serve good chee cheong fun."
"Yeah sure. Get one for us. I'm not that hungry, we could share a plate." She replied.
"Hmm, if that's the case, I get us a plate of fried meehoon too."
She nodded.
She proceeded to get a place for both of us. After a couple of minutes passed, I finally got the food, and brought over to the table.
Not much conversation was made at that time, as both of us slowly chunked down the food.
As the plate nears to a complete wipe clean, she voiced out a question.
"What are your plans for the future?" She began.
"Future? As in my career?"
"Yeah, and everything. How about house? Have you bought one yet" She added.
"Well, I don't see the importance of a house yet, per se. I think it is not the time yet for me to think really deep on that"
"Well you got to!" Her pitch jumped.
"Now is the perfect time to think about all this. You know, a house gives you assurance that someday you have a place with a roof over your head. You never know about the future. Someday you run into troubles with money, with your family. And lose all you could ever imagined. But not your house. House with money you used on your own to purchase. In the end of the day, there's some place you belong to, to rest, to regain strength, and come back stronger" She finished her sentences with a breath.
"Woah, guess I never thought of that before."
"Well, where's your to-go home now?" She popped a question.
"Errr… obviously it isn't my rental house at Bintulu. So I guess it's my parents house at my birth town?"
"That doesn't count!" She exclaimed.
"You don't really say, but I still kept most of stuffs I grew up with, toys, school stuffs, important gifts with memories etc. You know, nicely stored and packed, in boxes and cabinets from dust. I still have my room unoccupied back in home."
"I don't know." She whispered.
"Okay, where do you kept all your stuffs? I bet it's still somewhere at your parent's house at Miri"
"No." She gave a mono reply.
By that time, I understood her intention was. To be an owner of a house. She doesn't want to rely on somebody, and at times of troubles, she definitely does not want to be a burden of anybody.
A house on her own definitely will give her a sense of security.
We continued to talk about stuffs, real estates, how instalments will chain our leg to the banks until old age, and the clock stroke further down to noon.
And we eventually rose from our seats, and departed for Singapore Flower Dome.
"Do you have a place called home?
A place to go when the feet are sore.
To rest your heart and soul.
And when it rains, a place to take a shade.
As the age catches on,
So are the dusts on frames and memorabilia
Gathered and displayed as you lived,
And when the time comes, you will go as if
The prized moments were just yesterday."
By the time I decide to pen this down,
She would have long forgotten about the chat,
But as the world drifts to a bad state,
All one could think of, is home.
MX
29/3/2020
Midnight
**********************************
Time: Between 0900 to 1000
Venue: A significant food court in the middle of Singapore
Agenda: Breakfast
It's her. It is always about her. This story is based on an event, happened exactly two years and days ago, however I couldn't help but the flashes came to me on my sleeping time, as I was on my bed trying to doze off.
The place was hot, and humid, like the usual weather we both grew up, acclimatized in. Yet, a soothing hunger that stroke both our tummies, seem to have made both of us aiming for a higher priority that morning. That said, we both ended up at a rather centre for food hawkers, with moderate crowds, but plenty of seats.
We strolled through each stalls, made short glimpses on each menus that were offered to us, but still nothing crossed a stake to our heart yet.
"How about this stall? They seem to serve good chee cheong fun."
"Yeah sure. Get one for us. I'm not that hungry, we could share a plate." She replied.
"Hmm, if that's the case, I get us a plate of fried meehoon too."
She nodded.
She proceeded to get a place for both of us. After a couple of minutes passed, I finally got the food, and brought over to the table.
Not much conversation was made at that time, as both of us slowly chunked down the food.
As the plate nears to a complete wipe clean, she voiced out a question.
"What are your plans for the future?" She began.
"Future? As in my career?"
"Yeah, and everything. How about house? Have you bought one yet" She added.
"Well, I don't see the importance of a house yet, per se. I think it is not the time yet for me to think really deep on that"
"Well you got to!" Her pitch jumped.
"Now is the perfect time to think about all this. You know, a house gives you assurance that someday you have a place with a roof over your head. You never know about the future. Someday you run into troubles with money, with your family. And lose all you could ever imagined. But not your house. House with money you used on your own to purchase. In the end of the day, there's some place you belong to, to rest, to regain strength, and come back stronger" She finished her sentences with a breath.
"Woah, guess I never thought of that before."
"Well, where's your to-go home now?" She popped a question.
"Errr… obviously it isn't my rental house at Bintulu. So I guess it's my parents house at my birth town?"
"That doesn't count!" She exclaimed.
"You don't really say, but I still kept most of stuffs I grew up with, toys, school stuffs, important gifts with memories etc. You know, nicely stored and packed, in boxes and cabinets from dust. I still have my room unoccupied back in home."
"I don't know." She whispered.
"Okay, where do you kept all your stuffs? I bet it's still somewhere at your parent's house at Miri"
"No." She gave a mono reply.
By that time, I understood her intention was. To be an owner of a house. She doesn't want to rely on somebody, and at times of troubles, she definitely does not want to be a burden of anybody.
A house on her own definitely will give her a sense of security.
We continued to talk about stuffs, real estates, how instalments will chain our leg to the banks until old age, and the clock stroke further down to noon.
And we eventually rose from our seats, and departed for Singapore Flower Dome.
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