8th of March 2007… The day my dad left everything behind to pursue a new path in Abu Dhabi, UAE.
Life is about to change from that very day. It sure is. It feels so weird without my dad’s presence at home. Nobody making stupid comments. Nobody pestering me to make a cup of coffee. Nobody asking me to lower the fan’s speed. Nobody talking about experiences backpacking all over Europe and the US.
No doubt he said things that weren’t really nice at times, I still miss his presence. I thank God for giving him the opportunity to make a come back. God does everything in His time.
-Bye, Bye, Luggages...-
Ever since my dad left, there is this cloud hovering over my head that holds endless reminiscences of my 18 years and 7 months of life. Memories, memories, memories.. There's so much emphasis put on memories. The moments we remember, both good and bad, seem to make us who we are and influence how we react to the present.
I love to remember. I love to slip away from reality and go somewhere I’ve been, be with people I miss, and stay awhile there inside my yesterdays. All those are like an old role of black and white film projecting on the screen one after the other.
A week ago, I thought about my favorite “firsts”..
The first time I went on a trip with my family. The first time I laid my feet on the Australian land. The first time my dad thought me how to ride a bicycle. The first time I tasted I-can’t-remember-it’s-name fruit. =P. The first time I hiked up right to the peak of Gunung Ledang (the first real mountain I climbed.) The first time I saw my buddy, and the first time I saw a bird nurturing it’s chicks.
I love the feeling of remembering, but oh, the thrill of the "first time" for anything.
I thought to myself,
how exciting it would be if I could experience the beauty of everything around me as if it were the first time.
How thrilling it would be to see the wonder in a sunrise and sunset..for the first time.
All that I value in my life and pretend for a moment that I could awaken tomorrow and experience them once more… for the first time.
I tried imagining,
how it would be to treat everyone I meet tomorrow like it was the first time. No, not pretending like they don’t know me and I don’t know them la… It’s about making a real effort to “see” them. A chance to really pay attention to who they are and what they bring to my life. Taking the time to re-discover why I love them, why I call them friend, why I enjoy their company so much.
I would love to see the world around me for the first time… The house I live in, the neighborhood, the trees, the birds…
Everything in my life, everyone in my life, was once a "first time."
So is yours.
-A Beauty That Amazes Me-
Sunset in Port Dickson.
4 comments:
Hey babe
Just dropping by to say Hello! And to tell you that I can 'sort-of' remember the *first time I met you..Lol =)
and, hello to you too =)
you can sort of remember? hahaha! i remember seeing you in your class back in form 1 for the first time !
Kind of cool to look back in the past.. hehe..
awwwwwww...
first time u met me? wahahahahha...bet u forgot that d :P
nope! if i'm not mistaken, it's during my first techflow meeting. i was wondering whether u're a malay? =P see! i still remembeR~! chun lehhhh
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