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Keep Looking Up – NBC

NBC is 5 today!

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I can’t believe how quickly time has passed.  Today is exactly 5 years since I started blogging.  I was looking for a new hobby and thought it would be awesome to have an online journal.  A place where I can share my a little about my life, random stuff, quotes or humor with the world.
Blogging has also been a wonderful platform for me to express myself and share my deepest thoughts and wishes which are buried deep within. You know, some things in life are so mind-boggling.
Sydelle who was then only 6-year old suggested the name ‘New Bloggy Cat’ for my blog.  She adores cats and she even drew me this picture for my profile.

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Two years later when she was 8, she drew another picture for me which still remained as my profile picture.

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My two daughters have been and still are my biggest inspiration when it comes to blogging.  And Shaye, my 6-year old use to say ‘Blob’ instead of ‘Blog’ when she was younger. I loved the way she asked me, “Mom, are you going to post something on your blob? “

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What I’ve learned these past 5 years is that…
…there are so many wonderful bloggers out there who are unbelievably talented when it comes to sharing their passion. 
…it is okay to make grammar mistakes because it’s all part of the learning process.
…it does not matter how many people clicked the ‘like’ button on my post or how many are following my blog. It is not about the numbers but the passion for blogging.
…blogging does not have to be for monetary gain.  I once  suggested to a friend to start a blog and she said to me, “I will not do anything for free.”    But I believe she’s missing out on the priceless gift and joy of just blogging for fun.
…blogging is therapeutic and it makes me happy.  It keeps me going and growing.
Thank you all for being part of my wonderful blogging experience!  
~Keep looking up, my friends!~

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The surprise gift basket

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Just two days ago I wrote about the gift baskets I collected and I thought that’ll be all for my collection this year.
This afternoon,  I spotted this beautiful maroon basket across the street where I lived.  It’s a beautiful and sturdy looking gift basket.  Life is full of surprises!
I was feeling a bit under the weather today and I believe this gift basket carries with it a simple yet poignant message just for me:

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These gift baskets waited for me

 

I love gift baskets especially those made from bamboo/cane. Since the beginning of this year,  I had collected five baskets that were abandoned on the roadside in four different locations.  I believe these baskets were meant for me and each carried a meaningful life-lesson.
The Green Basket

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I found this basket about 50m away from Shaye’s school.  This is a basket of nature. The colour of this basket may have faded but it is still in purrfect  condition.  Just like this basket, growing older is inevitable. Though taking care of our outward appearance is important, we must not neglect what’s going on in our hearts and in our minds.  We need to focus less on ourselves and focus more on enriching the lives of others.  May we all grow old gracefully!
 The Twin Basket

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I saw these twin basket a few blocks from my home.  I was rushing to send Shaye to school and I did not have time to turn back and pick up the baskets.  I told Shaye I will collect the baskets on my way home if they are still there.  Well, the baskets waited for me alright. 
The baskets were exactly how I found them as shown in the photo.  It’s looks like a mother protecting her young child.  It shows a mother’s important role in nurturing her child early in life.  It is a reminder that children are young only once and we cannot turn back the hands of times.
I am a full time mom and a freelance event planner and banner/backdrop designer. Honestly, I do not make much but I believe in investing my time in my daughters’ lives.  And I look forward to the day they are mature and independent and I can humbly say, “I have made a difference in their lives.”
The Brown Basket

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This basket waited for me about a kilometer away from Sydelle’s school.   In life, there will always be troubles and challenges.  This is a basket to put all our doubts, worries and fears away.  We have to focus on the positive and possibilities and make the right choices to overcome our problems.
The Red Basket with Gold Lining and Yellow Lily

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This is the last basket I collected two days ago somewhere near the place where I found the green basket.  The colour red signifies strength and courage.  But we need to be careful not be carried away by these traits or we will become egotistical and self-righteous.  After all, there is a thin line between self-confidence and selfish pride.
The gold lining on the basket is a sign for us to remain kind, compassionate and generous.  And just looking at the yellow lily on the handle brightens my day and made me smile. Don’t you think this would make a beautiful Christmas gift basket?
That’s all folks! Perhaps my next story would be the case of the missing baskets.

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Rhythm of the falling rain!

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Just listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
coming down like confetti from the sky,
 singing us a soothing song of nature.
When it rains, I love to
watch the trees dance,
hear the children’s laughter as
they play in the rain and
jump in the puddles.
When I was young
I was so taken with those 
lovey-dovey scenes in movies.
And I thought it was so romantic
to kiss your lover in the rain,
But in reality, we most likely
cuddle and watch TV,
play scrabble,
read a book,
or have a cup of coffee.
I love it when it rains.
Maybe it’s because
rain is not afraid of falling,
when it could no longer
hold it’s heaviness.
Our tears are just like rain.
And we have to let them flow freely
on days when our troubles
seemed too much to bear.
Just like the plants,
we’ll never grow if there’s no rain.
So let the rhythm of the falling rain
soothe and heal your soul!

 

 

 

 

 

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PLANTastic CactUS!

It’s a scorcher!
It’s been unbearably hot and humid
for more than a week now.
My daughters thought it would be cool
to have their very own cactus
since it feels like we’re living in the desert.
My 11-year old chose the moon cactus,

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just like her personality – reticent and artistic.
And my 6-year old picked one
that I do not even know what it’s called.

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It’s a nice-looking succulent –  fresh and pleasant,
that compliments her carefree and vibrant nature.
They both have such distinct personalities
like day and night.
I bet the little one will never stop
annoying her big sister.
And I wish for big sister loads of patience
to endure the never-ending nonsense.
But I pray they’ll grow to be
confident and resilient
yet gentle and kind,
always loving and caring for each other,
that they’ll show up in good times
and times of dry spell in life.
Alone, a cact-I.
Together, a cact-US.
May they be bosom friends forever!

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Time to PONDer

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I have always been fascinated
by ponds – big, medium or small. 
Some are natural,  others may come
with lovely sculptures or refreshing fountains.
But, my favourite is the pond that has healthy
well-fed Koi swimming in it.
I visited a Catholic church recently and
I was delighted to see a beautiful pond
with a statue of Jesus Christ.
And when I took a closer look
I was thrilled to see a group of energetic
Koi swimming in the pond.
Just watching the Koi makes me glad.
I feel peace within and at the same time intrigued 
by these amazing Koi, for they embody  
a  kind of quiet beauty and mystery.
And I can’t help but ponder
on the importance of
love, unity, and friendship.

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The homeless man – NBC

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The other day, I was walking behind this homeless man after getting a few things from the grocery store.

He’s most likely in his mid-thirties.  He seemed normal and healthy and in no way inadequate though his clothes looked old and worn out. He often carries a plastic bag with what looked like the few essential items he possessed.

I often see him loitering about the vicinity where I lived.  I wonder why he is homeless and if he had a family.  I’m sure he has a life story to tell like everyone else.

There were a few occasions I saw him sitting in the playground nearby writing in a notebook.  And he just kept on writing and writing.  

Otherwise, he can be seen standing outside a 24-hour convenience store where he would place a plastic container for anyone who is willing to spare him some loose change. He seemed to have a kind of dignity and confidence in him that I could not explain, unlike most homeless or beggars I have met.  I am sure he knows who his regular supporters are.  After all, this is a very small suburb.  And most long-time residents here respect and accept him for who he is.

Apart from that, he is self-sufficient and content to live his life this way.  Once, we happened to be both queueing to buy our food from a food truck.  A four-wheel drive drove pass and stopped in front of us.  A middle-aged woman winds down her the car window and handed the homeless man a bag of Chinese takeaway food.  To my surprise, he told her in fluent Cantonese “No need, I have food today.”  But the woman was persistent and said twice, “Take it, I bought it for you.”  And again he told her no.  The lady then drove away bewildered by the rejection of the homeless man.

Here is a person who I guess had not eaten a decent meal in at least a few years and I cannot help to think how often we are guilty of overindulgent when it comes to food.

There were days we too may feel just like this homeless man – unloved, lonely and disconnected. The only difference is that we have a place we can go to, which we call home.

My wish for everyone is may we never end up like this homeless man.  Life has its ups and downs and so often life seemed so unfair and our suffering unbearable.  But in those times may we be grateful to have a roof over our heads and food on the table.  And most of all to have our family or someone by our side,  to love and to be loved is enough.  

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