Twenty Twelve

I have always been a little late with my New Year wishes. I was flying and travelling towards the end of 2011. There were so many housekeeping to do that kept me so occupied until I finally could sit down today and blog my first post for 2012!

You heard all about the things accomplished in 2011, new year resolutions and so on. Ditch the same old story. As I have tweeted, I hope for the best out of everything in 2012 and I hope whatever wish you have for this year, they will turn into reality.

TWENTY TWELVE.

Screw the blockbuster that believed in the myth that the world is going to end. On Facebook, Twitter and other social networks people have been trying to convince themselves the world will end. I, on the other hand has decided to live everyday to the fullest. I do not see myself living in fear each day, wondering when will the world ends. God has created such a beautiful world for us and there are so many amazing things out there waiting for us to explore. Why let a crappy movie condemn and screw up your life?

Life is all about the moments that we have. I decide to live as much happy moments as I could, and like that, even if the world would end, I would have lived a happy life and I die free as my hair.

TWENTY TWELVE.

Let us get ready for the challenges that lay ahead! Let the positive energy flows into your life! Life’s good if you want it to!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!

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::LEON HA::

 

Catch and Cut: Part 1

“This is Theresa Park reporting live from Melbourne,” twenty-three-year-old Theresa Park wrapped up her live news report from a crime scene in a suburb in Melbourne.

“Cut! Good take!” the producer yelled. “Roll up crew!”

Theresa has been in the telecasting industry for only a year but she is picking up rapidly like a seasoned one who has worked for Channel One for more than ten years. Born with silky black hair, almond-shaped eye, rose red cheek and a slender figure, Theresa would definitely be the centre of attention in any occasions like parties, wedding ceremonies and even funerals. After all, she was made the homecoming queen during her senior prom year in her high school.

However, she has not dated much since her last boyfriend, Tom and her drifted apart. Tom was offered a job in an engineering firm in Singapore but she is reluctant to leave her parents behind to follow her boyfriend to Singapore. He tries to persuade her for a long time but she turns him down every single time. After a month in Singapore, he has decided to break up with her. She then devotes herself more into building her own career. In between, she has briefly dated but most of them last for only for four to six weeks only.

Theresa’s parents have occasionally set her up for blind dates. She dislikes the idea of attending a blind date but turns up for the sake to make both of her parents happy. At night after work, she sometimes find herself staring at the dark sky, wondering if she could ever find a man that loves her as much as her dad loves her mum. She secretly envies her mum. Both of their parents met at a friend’s twenty-first birthday party. They dated for two years and her dad proposed to her mum. Celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary next month, both her parents have being through ups and downs together and share a rock-solid marriage.

Back to the crime scene, it is a robbery case where three robbers are suspected of ruthlessly burglarising and robbing a single mother of three children. Some police officers are sent to the crime of scene alongside with forensic scientists and paramedics. The poor mother was hit on the head with an empty wine bottle and flesh blood was flowing down from her forehead. Her three little kids, age around five to ten were crying helplessly as they see their mum bleeding.

It is Theresa’s last shift of the day so she rushes to the kids and gives them a hug. One of the little kids named Sophie is holding her teddy bear and bawling loudly in her pink pyjamas. Theresa gives her a hug and reassures over and over again that her mother will be safe.

“Alright Sophie. Stop crying. Your mum is going to be okay,” Theresa reassures the five-year-old with an assuring and sweet smile. Not long after that, the police officers have ordered all civilians and the victims to clear the crime scene as they make way for forensic scientists to begin their operation.

“Hey officer. Is the little kids going to be okay?” Theresa approaches a police officer who offers to take the three children from her.

“They’ll be in good hands,” he remarks. “Hey, aren’t you Theresa Park, the young pretty news reporter from Channel One?”

“Yes, yes I am.” she replies and stares at the officer’s nametag. “Officer Calhoun?”

“Philip Calhoun,” the twenty-five-year-old policeman introduces himself, “Call me Philip or some of my friends call me Phil.”

“Hi Phil. Nice to meet you,” she answers.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Park,” he replies.

“Call me Theresa,” she smiles as she offers him a handshake. “And thank you for watching my news reports.”

“You’re even more prettier than you are on the screen,” Phillip shakes her hand. She notices his firm handshakes. Under the dim streetlight, she could see Phillip is physically well built. Phillip has light brown hair and his blue eyes have made him even more handsome and attractive. Phillip looks like one who loves spending the weekend surfing at the beach, judging by his tan skin and muscular biceps.

“Can I follow you, I mean the little kids,” Theresa is feeling a little anxious and her palm is sweating a little, “I just want to make sure the kids, especially Sophie is fine.”

Phillip is somewhat moved by Theresa’s pretty appearance. He offers Theresa a ride to the police station. Theresa happily agrees without second thought. Sophie is happy when she sees Theresa is coming along with her.

“Look Danny! Look Marcus! The big sister from the TV is coming with us!” Sophie screams as she sees Theresa coming to her. Theresa embraces Sophie with another hug. Sometimes she secretly envies little kids like Sophie. One moment ago she was bawling helplessly and another moment she seems like she has forgotten the worries from earlier on. “Are you coming with me? I’m scared.”

“I’ll stay with you tonight Sophie,” Theresa tells her. Phillip smiles as he sees Theresa going so well with the little kids. On the way to the police station, the little kids are quiet most of the time apart from Sophie. She is busy playing with her teddy bear. Phillip looks at Theresa who is sitting next to him. “Thanks for coming, Theresa. You’re good with children.”

Theresa winks and remains silent. Deep down, Theresa is secretly admiring Philip. She could not help herself but take a quick glimpse at him. She finds him somewhat attractive. It has been a while she finds a guy so attractive that she cannot help looking at him. She even turns her face to the other side and smiles quietly.

On the other hand, Phillip has intentionally made a few detours. He is also secretly taking glimpse of her. She is wearing his favourite sweet daisy perfume that makes his heart pounds a little faster. He wipes his wet palm once every few minutes as he is anxious about how he feels about her and the other way round too.

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The Greatest 14 Years

From their first hit single Swear It Again to their final farewell tour in London 2012, Westlife has always been my favourite boy band tour since I was in elementary school. 14 amazing years. 14 remarkable years. 14 successful years. 14 years is not something easy. It is miraculous. It is beyond incredible. In fact, it is awesome!

As a humongous fan of Westlife, learning that they are splitting next year has been a devastating news to me. I grow up listening to Westlife songs. I have always been inspired by their songs, especially by the singer Mark Feehily. I grew up listening to them and I believe as I continue to grow each day, Westlife’s songs will always be engraved in my heart and soul. It has been part of who I am today. I believe it will continue to evolve as time elapses. Westlife will soon be over but their songs have immortalised this incredible boy band.

Many teenagers of my age grow up with Westlife songs. Their soulful voices, meaningful lyrics and engaging songs have inspired and encouraged so many of us. A successful musical band is one that can spread the goodness of music, touch the hearts of many through rhythms and music and that is exactly what Westlife has done over the 14 years. I am proud to be a Westlife fan. In the distant future, I will be telling my children how Westlife has inspired me throughout my childhood and adolescence. Despite the fact I never attend their live concert or performance, Westlife, still and forever will remain as my favourite boy band.

Westlife fans, from the band started back in 1998 and propelling to the future, we will always be a fan of Westlife. Their songs live in our heart forever. As everyone in life continue to broad on the next chapter of life, long live #WestlifeForever and as long as we live, Westlife songs live in our heart.

Right now, as Shane, Mark, Kian and Nick set to embark on the next chapter of their life, I sincerely wish them the best in everything they will do. Mark, whom I look up highly on, I sincerely hope to see him marrying his lifetime partner Kevin when the world legalises gay marriage one day. I believe the day will come because I believe in faith and dream.

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A Decade After 911

10 years ago, I remembered I was still a 9 year old kid. I sat in front of the television with my family and watched the heart-breaking scene when families of innocent victims mourned and grieved for the sudden death of their beloved ones. It was September 11. It was the day that changed the world history. 911 has been a significant day, not only in New York City but the entire world went through the darkest moment that day.

And so, US President Bush sent out army to attack Afghanistan. Great Britain, Canada, Australia and other strong nations joined forces.

10 years later, when we sit down and reflect, what have we really achieved after all?

• Leader of al-Qaeda Osama bin Laden has been captured and shot. However, does that mean al-Qaeda will not appoint a new leader? The prime target has died. But has the war in Afghanistan ceased?
• A decade of hatred and racism erupted between Christians and Muslims. That is equivalent to taking steps backwards from the point of view of equality.
• Many innocent civilians died in New York City as the Twin Tower crashed into ashes. And at the same time, many innocent civilians died during the 10 years war in Afghanistan too.
• Global economy slumped. The 2008 economy crisis has been described the worst in human’s history. President Bush who declared war had left the entire global in crisis as he happily enjoyed his retirement.
• Is it still necessary to fight? Many world leaders claimed that revenge should be taken on behalf of the innocent civilians. However, the dead cannot be risen upon death even revenge has been taken. Wars cannot heal the wound of the sufferings but widen the gap between the United States of America and Afghanistan.
• What do we fight for? Soldiers are sent to Afghanistan to fight. But what are we fighting for?  Afghanistan civilians live through their darkest moment everyday. Family of soldiers sleep uneasily every night, worrying their loved ones may not come home in one piece.
• Days of fear and nights of worries continue. Since 911 has erupted, there has never been a good day for anyone. The family of the dead, innocent civilians in Afghanistan, soldiers fighting valorously in Afghanistan and the loved ones praying at home every night
• Higher expenses for the countries. Nations such as Great Britain, Canada, Australia and New Zealand who continuously send soldiers over to Afghanistan have to increase the budget. Is it really necessarily for us to spend more money on wars when there are more important issues in our own country and in the world.
• Can this battle really end terrorism? Propaganda that this battle must be won to end terrorism in Afghanistan, Afghanistan should not be a safe haven for terrorism have been used widely by politicians. However, do we really need to invest our national assets, tread our soldiers’ life in this context? Can we really end terrorism at the end of the day?
• The Chinese saying, “If everyone gives in and tolerate, the world would be a better place.” (Translate: 退一步，海阔天空). If we have not been too headstrong as starters and believe fundamentally in this Chinese saying, today, we may have achieved even better things

A decade has elapsed after the 911 incident. What do you think we have really achieved? In the next decade, we will still commemorate the death of innocent lives in NYC and Afghanistan. However, will war be still the only solution to end terrorism or a more diplomatic approach should be used?

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A Shattered Promise

“Son, I promise you I’ll be back home safe and sound,” Sergeant Chase Stone hugged his son firmly in his arms.

“Daddy, can you please don’t go? It is not safe over in Afghanistan,” ten-year-old Vincent pleaded. Teardrops started to stream down from his almond-sized eye.

“Son, it’s my duty and honour to serve for my country. My mates need me over there. Terrorists are turning Afghanistan a safe haven for them. We can’t just sit here and do nothing,” he added.

“But Dad, you and mum just divorced. All I have is you now. And I don’t want to lose you,” Vincent bawled as he refused to free himself from his dad’s arms.

Chase’s tears fell. Torrential rains made it even more difficult to bid goodbye to his son.

“Come here son, sleep with Daddy tonight,” he lifted Vincent in his arm and brought him into his bedroom.

Few months ago, Sergeant Stone was still doing his very best, staying focused and concentrated as he led his mates through all the battle fields and war zones. On usual days when there was not any explosions, bombings or attacks, Sergeant Stone would be sitting in his office, reading emails from his officers, catching up with Australian news, exercising and training. At night, he would sit outside his camp, holding a glass of hot tea as he looked into the sky.

It was usually a new moon night that made Chase felt even lonelier. As he held his glass of tea and looked into the dark sky, he could not stop helping himself thinking about little Vincent jumping with joy everytime when he saw his daddy marching back from tours, cheering with happiness as his daddy played footy with him in the backyard or even laughing happily when his daddy brought him for barbeque at the local park.

“Dear Vincent, you know I miss you, my little man,” he prayed silently. “I promise you, Dad will make it back in one piece. Don’t worry about me. Take good care of yourself.”

He took out pen and papers, sat near the bonfire and started to write letters for Vincent.

Dear Vincent,

How is my little man doing? I reckon you’re definitely growing everyday, having fun with your mates in school and eating healthily. Remember what Daddy told you, no snacks or junkies after 2000 and be in bed before 2200 every night. Why am I still talkin’ to my son in an army language? Anyway, it’s new moon tonight. Daddy can’t see neither the moon nor the star tonight. However, there is always this bright star living in my heart and that is you. Daddy loves you more than anyone else in the world.

Daddy promises you that I’ll be safe. Daddy’s mates usually have my back. In the army, we take care of one another like a big family. Whenever someone’s injured, we nursed them like our own family members. If someone is emotionally unsteady, we help them through the worst. We always have each other back, just like your fellow mates in school. Remember, cherish our Australian value. Mateship will get you through obstacles in life.

I know you always love listening to some fighting story. Yesterday, Daddy and my troupe were patrolling in a village. We suspected that the terrorists had implanted a bomb so we were assigned to investigate the place. Daddy was so close to the bomb. The bomb was literally just in front of Daddy and I did not realise that! Thank God one of my mates were just in time to pull me away and saved me. We evacuated everyone in the village. The bomb experts were there on time and deactivated the bomb. Sometimes I do believe in miracles. If it wasn’t for my mate and for the experts, we could have been blown away! The innocent civilians were so happy that they were alive. Life is so fragile Vincent. Promise Daddy one thing. No matter what may happen in the future, don’t let go and don’t give up.

Daddy loves you as always. And it is always these dark nights that make me miss my little man even more. Send my regards to granny. Love her each day as she takes extremely good care of you while Daddy’s on tour.

Love,

Daddy

The letter reached Vincent eventually. The tour had ended in Afghanistan. The valorous and courageous army should be back by then. Vincent stood on the military post impatiently with his granny.

“Granny, why isn’t Daddy here yet? He said he’ll be coming back,” Vincent grumbled. “He promised! He said that in the letter he sent me last week!”

Sometimes, words are unsaid. Promises are shattered. Lies are told. But would you go all that far, just not to break a ten-year-old heart?

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August Astonishment

Today, I finally got to meet up with an old friend of mine. It had been a little trouble trying to reach him by phones and texts but finally we made it! We scheduled for a cup of coffee at Garden City as I presented him something that definitely lifted his mood up, or at least his wife when she is preparing meals for him in the kitchen.

I do not know how long this #McNabfied thing has been going on but life has been umpteen better, more inspiring and meaningful after I hit off well with such a good friend. Consider a close mate who somehow, I wonder if it is by coincidence or we share mutual opinions, always give me the correct advices and the encouragement that I need at the correct place and time.

First, he has always been there for me whenever I raise the matter on applying my Australia citizenship after my family and I are granted our full Permanent Residence. Secondly, he never fail to show his unfailing support for me. And that is exactly the driving force that has driven me to be solving more Mathematics questions in UWA today and in the future. Thirdly, as the second generation of immigrants in Australia, we find something we have in common. We find our place in a new country. Then, we talk about loses and gains in life.

Moreover, he advocated and agreed when I told him this morning I am doing Accounting this semester. He showed his enthusiasm and passion when he heard that I am doing Accounting as my broadening unit. I can still picture his outrageous passion, his brimming smile and most importantly his faithful support for me. He has always been a pillar whenever I need one. When I am lost in the midst of the ocean, there is always this bright light radiating from the nearby lighthouse. I know I will see the light because he has never fail to be there when I need him.

It has been more than a year since we first met. I can never ever forget such a wonderful friend. With all my heart and soul, I cherish our friendship. In my prayers every night, I include in them as I hope you will stay healthy and may life be filled with joys and happiness despite some odds every now and then.

In many years from now, I can still see myself telling people around me, how fortunate I am to have a friend like him. He is like a guardian angel to me. As always, he is the one everyone has heard about. Thank you for the latte today.

Life has been umpteen wonderful and beautiful.

And this is why you have always deserved all these credits – NEIL MCNAB.

But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.

Thomas Jefferson

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A Beautiful Mistake

Travis walked to the radio in his kitchen and turned it on. Soft country music filled the entire room as he sat at the dining table with his pot of hot coffee. As he poured his own cup of coffee, he could hear the soft rainfall outside. Occasionally there was the wind whispering through the soft rainfall. He walked to the couch and sat down there.

Travis allowed himself to be carried away in his own fantasy and imagination. He carefully picked up little details that he had always left out in life. Indeed, it was all those little details he had always neglected as he paced through his everyday life. Lying on the couch with a black suit, all he ever wanted was some time alone after the incident.

Travis Hill is a thirty-year-old salesman working at a medium-sized company situated in the heart of Sydney. Thirty years old and he is still single. He has never thought of settling down with someone or starting a new relationship ever since his high school sweetheart left him for another man. Sometimes, his parents wondered would Travis still go out with girls. He has practically given up hope on dating after he went to numerous unsuccessful blind dates and dates.

It was yet another ordinary day that Travis was out of his company selling his company’s latest product. Like any other working class, he was always sandwiched between people in the trains and buses during busy working hours. That day it was just not his day. His charming appearance, convincing words and eloquent speeches had always worked. However, his magic failed that day.

The time on his wristwatch showed few minutes to six. As the streetlights were turning on, the grey overloaded clouds began to burst into torrential rainfall. He needed to catch a bus to go back home. He ran in the rain towards the bus stop and by the time he reached the bus stop, the bus had just left and he was soaked and wet.

“Damn it!” Travis punched his fist onto a solid concrete wall nearby. He never imagined himself punching the wall so hard that his fist started to bleed.

“What else could have gone wrong today!” he yelled.

“Are you alright?” A familiar sound came from a distance.

“Oh hey Ryan. Bad day I reckon. Lost a major client and hurt my fist.” Travis replied. “What are you doing here alone? Aren’t you supposed to pick your girlfriend up?”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And does your fist hurt?” Ryan extended his hand to his bleeding fist.

“Need some medications and probably bandage it when I’m home,” he tried to keep his coolness and control his anger.

“I can help you with that if you don’t mind,” Ryan offered. Travis nodded.

A few minutes later a bus approached the station and both of them went back to Travis’ home. Being Travis’ best buddy since high school, Ryan had always gone to Travis’ apartment during the weekend to talk, eat and drink. Occasionally, when Ryan sparked an argument with his girlfriend, he may end up sleeping at Travis’ place. Upon arrival, Ryan quickly went to the cardboard and reached for bandages and medications.

Travis sat on the couch. Firstly, Ryan applied some Dettol on his wound before he put on some medication and wrapped it up with a bandage. When Ryan was done and about to leave, Travis suddenly pulled his best friend over, gave him a hug and broke down.

“Life’s always have its ups and downs bro,” Ryan comforted. He was shocked to see his best friend bawling so loudly for the first time ever since he knew him. Travis had always been the one who was least affected by emotions, one with strong and determined personality. “Come on bro, what’s wrong?”

Travis pulled himself away and tried to compose himself.

Both brotherly friends meet one another eye’s for the first time. They both looked at one another in a different way they used to. Ryan made the first move to pull Travis back into his arm. This time, they both exchanged a passionate and long kiss. As both of them loosen themselves and casted away their pressures, problems and worries, Travis helped Ryan to undo his suits.

Travis and Ryan made love twice on the couch that night.

The soft country music was still playing when Ryan walked out from the bathroom the next morning. Ryan wrapped his arm around Travis who was drinking his coffee. Travis turned to kiss him.

“What are you thinking Travis?” Ryan asked.

“About us. About what happen last night,” Travis feeling a little nervous and was trying to find a way to explain what had occurred. “It was a purely a mistake, Ryan.”

“A beautiful mistake Travis,” Ryan remarked. “It was spontaneous. The feeling is mutual. Further more, I have broken up with Beatrice.”

“What did you say? Why did you never tell me you broke up with Beatrice?” Travis was shocked by the breakup.

“We broke up last week. I saw her with another man,” he turned away as he tried to hide his sadness and dismal.

Travis hugged Ryan from the back and said, “I’m sorry Ryan. You should have told me.”

He turned and wiped away a tear and answered, “No worries Travis. It was all over now. And about last night, it was a beautiful mistake. It was wild but I truly enjoyed it.”

Travis wiped the tear away from Ryan’s face and gently pressed his lips onto his. Ryan took off his bathrobe and Travis led him into his room. They both passionately made love to one another, trying various positions and new things they never experience before.

Late in the afternoon, Ryan woke up in Travis’ muscular arm and found himself laying his head on his broad chest. As Ryan ran his fingers across Travis, he gently whispered the message of love into Travis’ ears.

“Travis Hill, I love you. I have always loved you since we first met in high school,” Ryan Scott confessed to his best friend, and now also his partner for life.

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He Saw

I

He saw the troup of energetic footballers,

Roaming freely on the green field as spring blooms,

Letting the high spirit spreading everywhere,

Making no boundary for happiness.

II

He saw the pair of love birds on the grass,

As he gently wrapped her around his arms,

Whispering softly words of love into her ears,

Posting love high up in the air on a summer day.

III

He saw a group of mates sitting together,

Raising cups of hot coffees on an autumn day,

Invoking jokes and raising laughter across the tables,

Even the day had given way to the darkness.

IV

He saw a hunchbacked figure at the back of the street,

Shivering as the body made it through the dark,

He lent an assuring hand to the homeless old man,

On a cold winter night yet it seems so warm within.

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We are the Same!

Earlier on this week, my family and I headed to Lake Mongers to enjoy the picturesque view. Lake Monger is a beautiful itself. It is almost perfect and too good to be true. I came across this place last time as I drove onto the wrong highway and somehow I ended up driving past this paradise. Lake Mongers, situated at Leederville, is truly spectacular and it has a huge grass area for families and friends to idle the day away.

As we were enjoying the scenery, I came across this inspiring scene. I quickly took my iPhone and snapped this inspiring picture that has inspired me to redefine, rediscover and reemphasize that, WE ARE THE SAME. Racism should not happen in any multicultural society.

This picture is truly wonderful. A little Aussie kid having fun by the lakeside. He was running towards  and chasing after the flock of ducks and swans. However, the thing that captured my attention is not the mischievous and hilarious actions. (I used to do that too when I was young) Instead, I was stunned by how these ducks and swans blend together. Among each species, they have their own feather colour. However, both different animals from the same family, different colour, different appearance yet they make good mates. They had fun hunting for food together, swimming in the lake together and even flying together.

Truly amazing and inspiring.

Man has the most complex brains of all living souls. Man thinks maturely.

In this context, we should be like the flocks of ducks and swans, despite our different skin colours, races, religions and backgrounds, we can still be friends for we are the same. There isn’t much differences between you and me. Scientists categorise all of us as one – homo sapien. We are truly one. We are human beings. We are the same after all. We do not want to be discriminated neither we want to belittle others.

There is the message: After all, we are the same. There is no reasons for us to let racism roam freely in our society.

Live well, laugh often, love much =)

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My Long Gone Little Hand

My little hand that my grandpa used to hold when I was young as he gently explained to me little fine lines on my palm.

My little hand that my grandma used to grip firmly when she took me out for window shopping and lunch at All Joy or Hong Kong Noodle House.

My little hand that my maternal grandma used to hold and hit gingerly if I was her mischievous little grandson.

My little hand that my dad used to hold firmly too when he allowed me to sit on his lap and drive his car illegally.

My little hand that my mum used to grip when we were outside the house.

My little hand changes so much ever since then as time elapsed.

The little hand gradually increases in size as each day passes by. The little hand grows to be stronger as life marches on. The little hand learns to do more thing and becomes skillful as life sails on. The little hand is magical now, it can do so many things which I cannot imagine myself doing when I was a little kid.

I miss having my little hand being hold by my loved ones. My little hand teaches me to touch and feel everything around me. I learn beyond touching a hot kettle and bawling loudly subsequently. My little hand teaches me to feel the love as my loved ones touch me. I wish both my grandmothers can still hold my little hand. I know no matter how much I have grown up, my hand is forever a little vulnerable one in theirs. And it feels so heart-warming.

I know someday it is time to extend this little hand to someone outside the family.

I will use this little hand to touch and feel your hand and love you. Life is about growing up.

I am in search for your little hand to hold and feel in the ocean of strangers, in the midst of labyrinth, in the middle of tropical forests, in the middle of nowhere. However, someday I will find it and I will extend my little hand and in return, I hope you will extend your little hand to me too.

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