The dead Ant is looking at his own body
Ant sighs and ponders
In order to survive goes to find food
Hard working his entire life
But once it failed and fell into another’s trap
Became food for another to survive
Spider enjoying the food
The instinct to survive until death
Is it the way life survives?
When I saw a kid having an ice-pop in a photo taken by Stan, my memory went back to that time when ice-pops were a childhood treat. Sucking the icy, sweet taste from the ice-pop; it was such a joyful moment…
At that time, my family bought the long plastic bags and we made the ice-pops. Sometimes we had soymilk, or sweetened red bean soup; sometimes we made fruit juice favorites. Not only did we like it, the neighborhood kids were attracted too. So, we sold to them.
However, we don’t know why the trend of having ice-pops is gone. I almost forget the existence of these joyful memories…
One day, we bought a box of ice-pops (western style) at a store. Ah yoo… all are soda favorites. I have a few tastes. Hmm, why couldn’t I feel that joyful moment again?
The time and age are different?
The maturity and mind are different?
看到朋友Stan拍摄一张小孩吃冰条的照片，让我想起冰条是童时的喜爱甜食。吸着冰冰甜甜的味道，那种感觉很享受…
那时家里买了一包长胶袋就自己做起冰条来了，一次总会做出几十条，有时是豆浆水、红豆糖水，有时做甜酸梅水、荔枝糖水。不仅我们爱吃，邻居的小孩也被引诱，所以也就荬给他们。
但不知什么原因，渐渐就不流行吃冰条了，几乎已忘了它曾经存在的乐趣…
那天在市埸店买了一西方人吃的冰条，ah yoo…都是汽水做的口味，我吸了几口。嗯，怎么找不回那种享受的感觉了？
时间、岁月不一样了吗？
纯真、心境不一样了吗？
I am proud of myself
I am traveling all over the world
I have been seeing all places
I have been visiting all people
And volunteering all the time
To help people and all beings
However, it is strange
Not many people realize I am there
All right
I never ever expect any return from my contribution
I just want to say
Don’t see me as transparent
Hey, I am Air!
It is less frequent to hear Malaysians asking where
I met some Americans who asked me where I am from, I said
I question back, “Do you know
I don’t know if I should feel shame and ridicule myself that ‘BOLEH’ and ‘1Malaysia’ (government slogans) are not good enough? Or I should console myself and think Americans see and hear little about the world outside?
What is your response when you feel unhappy or angry?
I might speak loudly, I might act impolite, I might show an angry face…
A few days ago, due to an issue that happened in a periodontist office, we felt unhappy. I have never seen Steve respond angrily to anyone. So, I asked him, “You didn’t get angry?” He said, “I think I am the same as my dad, when I am angry I become very quiet and calm. I was not happy, I couldn’t sleep well.”
“Why don’t you respond with anger?”
“If you argue with them, once they become defensive, then you have lost!”
That’s true; learn to be calm when angry!
I had a chance to go to
The first thing that impressed me about
I can’t speak Japanese, but I expected some Japanese people would try to speak Japanese to me. I smiled and shook my head, and it surprised them when Steve spoke Japanese to tell them I am Malaysian.
Most people go places using the train, subway and bus, so they are always crowded. They have signs that the old, handicapped, pregnant and people carrying babies have priority seating, but I rarely saw people offer their seat. Once, we both had a seat on the subway. When it was at a stop, a young guy with his cane came in, and Steve offered his seat to him. And when it was at another stop, a crowd including an old lady came in. I couldn’t offer my seat to her because there were several people between me and her and I didn’t see others who were close to her offer seats. However, when at another stop, the crowd went out. My side was empty and we showed her to sit. She saw Steve was standing in front of me, and she wanted Steve to sit, but we shook our heads that we wanted her to sit. She was glad to sit down and talked Japanese with me. I didn’t know what she said. However, I sensed the humble of Japanese old ladies. I heard in the old culture women were subservient, is it true?
I think not only about women, the handicapped too! I saw a crowd go in an elevator, leaving behind a man in a wheelchair with his two companions. They watched the door close and pressed the button for the next, but the elevator hadn’t gone and the door opened again. The crowd inside looked at them. I was thinking to ask them out and let the handicapped person go in; that was my impulsive thought. The door closed again, leaving behind…my fleeting thought.
Let’s see the Sakura (cherry blossoms)! It was the blossom season, blossoms were everywhere. And other spring flowers, so beautiful!
I didn’t know much about Japanese Buddhism. I was doubtful when I saw the monk/nun standing for alms…
Let’s talk about hotel rooms! I had a chance to use a toilet with a butt shower, so I just tried and enjoyed it. Haha… not bad!
We had a strange experience when we stayed in a hotel near the airport on the last night. The hotel is quite new and better than the hotel we stayed at in
After that we went out to dinner at the airport food court and then back to the room. We set the alarm clock for 4.30am the next morning. Steve was laying down, and I did something then I got in bed too. That was nearly 9pm. Before closing my eyes, the light stand on my side was on, so I asked Steve, where to turn off the light? “Turn the button to off.” I did, oh, dark. We heard loud & noisy ladies talking out in the hall 2-3 times. I didn't have a deep sleeping (the previous nights in
When we were in the airport, I talked about 'the light on' and I forgot to see what time it was when I got up to go to the toilet (a clock was hanging on the wall in the room), Steve said, “It might have been a ghost. Maybe around 2am.”
All right, this is my sharing; I am looking forward to Steve’s next business trip, and having a chance to visit other places in
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