I Dreamt Of Dad - Cheng Sock Meng ( 梦爸爸)

集市.

爸爸眯着极之疲累的眼,语无伦次的吐露一些双数字..

坐在他对面的友人说,“你的时间已经不多了..."

他仍然是你最后看到时的瘦弱.

你像抱着小孩般抱他坐在你的膝上,在他耳旁轻声的说,

“爸,别听他们乱说,你累了,我们回家吧!“

我扶着他瘦削的手臂...

画面又是集市

你倚在铁栏扶手间抽泣,手握的是一把枯干的粗枝

侧望着画面泛黄苦涩的景物

姐姐们也在哭泣

仰头前方满挂秋末叶子的惆怅

映在颓废的老墙上

偏旁的一扇窗

窗外是冬天迷茫的天色

右下小角散落

是枯枝在哑唱

意识中闭着眼醒来

闭着眼的眼眶尽是不舍的泪水

尚未落下

很努力的重温破碎的片段

莫非爸爸思念女儿了吗?

过几天是他在世最后的生日庆典

不想再错过以往般梦醒后遗忘的悲哀

爬起来用文字记下这一页....

满脸的泪痕此刻落下

渲染了格纸黑字间

斑斑迹成的思念

爸,你又让女儿深深的思念您了.

Thank You For Everything...

49 years ago on this day, I came into this world just a day earlier to my Dad's 26th birthday.

Fast forward..

On this day, 21 years ago, I was jolted up from my sleep by my pregnant wife. " The waterbag has just gave way", she exclaimed. And there I was weaving through the early morning traffic barely 20 minutes after being jolted up from my sleep. I managed to get her there in nick of time. After she was been wheelchaired up to the delivery room, I parked my car and rushed up just in time to welcome the arrival of my second and youngest girl.

She arrived as a birthday gift to me. What more could I have ask for? A Gift of Life for my birthday present.. I guess Dad must have felt the same way back then.

Well, my little girl has just turned 21 today. Happy 21st Birthday, Samantha, with Lots and Lots of Love. Dad would have be 76 tomorrow but he left us slightly more than 6 months ago.. As for me, it is just another day like any day of the year despite hitting that 49th milestone. There wont be celebration of any sort. I believe Samantha felt the same from her facial expression this morning.

Nevertheless, I wish to extend my sincere thanks to all my friends and love ones for their special wishes especially to those who touches my heart one way or another.

Thank you.

Wishing All of You A Blessed Christmas and A Happy New Year.

What A November!

Yeah... I know I have been slagging behind. Only 5 postings for the month of November. Uncle Zorro just gave me a wake-up call last Sunday with a couple of queries from my readers. And here I am... still clueless on how to begin after conveniently laying myself off blogging for quite awhile.

Well, November month did not turn out as uneventful as my blog would have suggested. It all began with Uncle Zorro being called up by CCID for questioning with regard to the defaced PDRM logo posted somewhat more than a year ago. It was some sort of harassment if you ask me. It was borrowed from another blogger who have already been questioned and detained for producing and publishing that defaced PDRM logo. But why now after more than 15 months if it is not intimidation or harassment? The rule of thumb now is that you can fuck around with anyone else but not the cops as they are the real boss of this country. No? Go think about it yourself. Here's the hint: Our leaders are no angels and their balls are not with them.

I cant end this post without mentioning the Scorpion party. The Scorpion party was easily one of the highlights for November. There were a couple more of which one remains special and is best left untold. However, it was the Scorpion party which is partly responsible for the slag of this blog. It was an awesome party with the right mix of friends around. My mind was blown apart and scattered all along the beach of Port Dickson Yatch Club. And it is no easy feat trying to recover from that effect for a soon-to-be 49 year old man. Perhaps, it is time to slow down:p

Another party was thrown to end November with a bang. I finally get to taste Rodi's soto after missing it last Hari Raya Haji for some silly reason. I don't think you can find anything near hers. No MSG and it tasted superb. Count me in for the next Hari Korban do, Rodi...

Don't get me wrong here. All the above may sounds kinda partyish. It is actually a gathering of a group of people of the right spirit with a very different perspective towards life. With people like this around, fun seems natural.

All in all, it wasn't a bad month. That is if you set aside the political happenings and the stagnated economy. Politic has gone to a blatant low where it is not worthwhile taking heed except for the re-emergence of Bala and the attack on BTN. Wonder why everyone else remain so quiet on Bala? Non response means non admittance nor denial, I suppose.

Nonetheless, The Whisperer is back!