It’s 5.59am

I must have slept early, but I woke up at 4.10am.

Early means before midnight. That’s real early for me. I didn’t even notice the missed calls and text messages from my daughters asking me to pick them up from my father’s house, where they went to celebrate both their grandfather’s and cousin’s birthday.

Honey sent me several text messages to me too, asking me if I was still awake. Finally I think she herself felt sleepy and sent me this last text message that I read when I woke up:

“Am sleepy… Nite nite sweet dreams Hon. U must know u will always have a special place in my heart. Sleep tight xoxoxo”

She’s been busy with family gatherings, weddings and dinners; I have been keeping myself busy by going out on a nightly basis, so much so that I was truly exhausted – my body gave up on me, giving me severe warnings.

The Mug Of Jasmine Tea

The breeze outside was cooling.

It blew through the sliding door as I watched the scenery outside – One Utama, VADS building both were in clear view. The TV was on. It was on HBO, but I wasn’t watching. I looked at my wristwatch: 10.20pm. Time to wake her up.

I entered the room. She was sleeping soundly beneath the duvet, hugging the bolster. I crept up from behind and kissed her right temple.

“Hi Honey,” I whispered softly. “Wakey, wakey, it’s supper time.”

She had spent the late afternoon having afternoon tea with her mother, godmother and female cousins while I remained at home finishing up a report required on an equipment meant for the Special Forces that I had evaluated. Although it was a public holiday, she had to attend to a telephone conference with clients from overseas after coming back from the afternoon tea. After shower, she had a nap.

She pulled my hand so that I would hug her from behind. “What did you get for us, Honey?” she asked, struggling to open her eyes. I gave her shoulders a light massage.

“Your favourite mee goreng mamak,” I replied.

Mee Goreng Mamak

She turned to face me, then kissed me on the lips, and held me tight. “Do you know we are so good at having lie-ins and cuddling all day long?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m very well aware of that,” I chuckled. “So much so that we almost missed this morning’s event. And again this afternoon that you were late to be with your mother by more than an hour.”

She laughed, then sat up. “Okay, I’m going to wash my face first. Don’t do anything else. I’ll make tea for us both because you have already gone out to get the mee goreng.”

Jasmine Tea

Later in the kitchen, she made Jasmine Tea for us both. And we had our mee goreng mamak, after which she cleaned up the table before proceeding to the lounge where we sat with our tea while watching TV.

The nice cool breeze was magic. She closed her eyes as she felt the breeze caress her face. She then leaned towards me and put her head on my chest. My right hand held hers. Then she looked at me with that meaningful look.

“Sayang, I missed you when I was asleep. I’m sorry that you had to be alone for several hours just now,” she said.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Honey. You were exhausted.”

She nodded. Snuggling against my chest. Then softly she said, “You are so loving and it is so soothing to be with you, as how this breeze cools me.”

I smiled and looked at my mug of Jasmine tea.

A mug of Jasmine Tea

Count From One Again

This is a song by ‘Ten’ Teerapak (Teerapak Maneechot) called Nub Neung (Count One). I first heard this song when Ten, who is a former member of a Thai band called Smile Buffalo) sang it during a concert by Peacemaker in Krungthep which Bee and I went to together 4 years ago. This is still one of my favourites as its lyrics apply to me again and again…

This Mortal Coil; It Will End In Tears

This is something I wrote yesterday evening while sitting in a McDonald’s somewhere, waiting for someone:

The fading feel of your hand
is like footprints in the sand
that disappear in the surge of the sea
of a love that was never meant to be
My heart is shattered into pieces tinier than a grain
My bright sunlit life darkened by this pain
And I look towards the horizon
the sky is but the walls of a prison
What price a freedom that I would give
So as to forget love and continue on to live
As the memories of you stay in my mind
I pray that life to me would be more kind

This mortal coil; it will end in tears…

John F SeaDemon
Saturday – 5th January 2008
5.45pm

I Wonder…

Kailan kaya bibilis ang takbo ng panahon para matapos na ang paghihirap na ito?

I can’t stand it anymore….

The SMS

3.58am.

Just received an SMS:

For what its worth… Am glad i have touched yr heart and u mine…… 😉

I’m smiling now…

Homecoming

Someone’s coming home today…

Rose
Red rose is the symbol of…?

Miss you
Outside

Inside
Inside

On the way out
On the way out