The life and mind of Adeline Ong

A major scare last week made me realize how fragile our lives are.

Grandmama had a minor stroke which affected her speech. She is better now. Sadly, there is the lack of luster that she usually carries in her smile. But seeing that she went from hospital bed to the family living room back in Johor in just 2 days; is a good sign that she is recovering fairly fast.

Personally, I was prepared for the worst. I know it sounds very pessimistic of me but I am honest with my feelings. I bet that the same feeling was lingering in the hearts and minds of many of my family members though I bet none would admit it. After all, it is the festive season and no one wants bad news.

So this year, the cousins and I kicked it up a notch. We celebrated like crazy and played like there is no tomorrow. For me, I hardly play blackjack but guess what I won RM38. Teehee!!!

The most important thing is my family is together for the first time in a few years now.

Tomorrow, we are heading back to Penang for a few days to visit family.

So many people but too little time.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!

This is a response to Halim’s Hari-Hari Cinta. A beautiful piece which inspired me to pen my own feelings.

A Weak Love (or A Week of Love)

I prayed for you on Monday,
I saw you on Tuesday,
I brushed passed you on Wednesday,
I uttered, “Hi!� on Thursday,
I fell for you on Friday,
I ran from you on Saturday,
I cried for you on Sunday.

I am a fan of Daniel Powter’s Bad Day… But move over Bad day… Here comes a BAD WEEK… A real bad week for yours truly…
How bad is this week? Very bad…
And in order to make me feel better, I am going to bitch about this.

I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to make me doubt myself as a person,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to make me question my skills and talents,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to make me have reservations about my faith,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to make me feel like calling it quits,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to revive the monster that I once buried,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to tear down the walls I once built,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to bring back dead memories,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to flood my life with idiots and fools,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to wreck relationships that took years to build,
I can’t believe that one bad week has manage to make me not want to wake up in the morning,
But I guess, it actually does take one bad week to show that I am actually ALIVE.