Personal Reflections

No more words to say. Farewell my little angel…

Today is the end of the Dragon year and we use to have a good supper on this day. It’s brand new lunar year tomorrow and we call it Snake year. Sometimes, we’d call it Small Dragon year rather than Snake year because Dragon is much more significant in traditional. Hope my family and friends have a brand new good Small Dragon Year.

In two more weeks, I’ll be getting married — the title says it all. “A married man” is simply the counterpart of “a married woman”! Marriage marks the beginning of a new chapter in life. Someone will be by my side, supporting me through everything. There will surely be much to learn and grow through — I hope I can do it well. 😄 Thank you to my other half for more than three years of companionship. I look forward to your continued guidance in the days ahead.

From a young age I was taught to honor commitments and keep my word. This principle has guided how I treat people, even if I occasionally slip — and when I do, it weighs on me, even makes me feel embarrassed. Yet in today’s society, this value seems to be fading. Some people love to change their minds at the last minute. A promise can disappear as quickly as breath — gone as soon as it’s out, with nothing but a faint trace left behind. ...

http://www.wretch.cc/blog/cant The link above goes to a page of a member of the “Armpit Closure Troupe” — my sister forwarded it to me. There are a few songs on the page: My Child: Without Your Love (Gold Bar) My Child: Bubble Gum Song My Child: Who Stole My Eraser? Highly recommended. Beyond the laughs, I browsed through their blog a bit, and in a certain sense, I found it admirable. At least this person, from middle school onward, had their own dream and took step after step toward their goal. ...

Reading a few friends’ blogs brought back some recollections — though my brain is impressively forgetful. A while back I went down to Tainan, and before leaving I tried to recall what life there had been like. Strangely, I couldn’t. But once I actually arrived, something in my brain clicked, and memories of my university days played back like a fast-forwarded recording. Without many records to anchor them, I started to doubt my own past — my younger face, my old way of thinking. ...

After entering the workforce, my stamina has declined year by year, and I’ve grown increasingly out of shape. Now all I have left is a round of golf once every two weeks — or sometimes stretching to once a month. Today my instructor seemed to have reached his limit with me… probably feeling the same frustration a tutor feels when they want to shake a student. But I finally feel like I’ve made just a tiny bit of progress! XD ...

Looking at my parents’ silver hair and the lines the years have carved into their faces, my heart aches. After starting university, aside from a brief stint at home during military service, I’ve always been away — studying far from home, and now working even farther. Though I’ve never said it out loud, there’s a small knot of guilt that stays with me. I hope my parents live peacefully, healthily, and happily. That is my greatest wish for them. ...

Carey was a dog that my fiancée used to own. She passed away shortly after Dragon Boat Festival… The first time I met her, she bit me! In my entire life, I’ve been bitten by two dogs. The first was named Lucky — I forget if it was middle school or elementary school — but it wasn’t particularly lucky for me. I just wanted to pet her, and she bit me. With Carey, I also just wanted to pet her, and she bit me too… though not as badly as the first time. ...

I haven’t felt this way in a long time… I want to go home. Hide away at home… And be a willful, rebellious child again…