Sunday at Kahala Beach

Dog's Sunday, yes?

 

It's Sunday again. What are you doing my Love?
I woke up and love seeing my neighbor's dogs were having a relaxing and happy playing Sunday morning in our back yard. 

Just a quick though went through my mind that I was a bit of jealous of they were being so lucky! They have each other for Sunday morning. 

How I wish you were here... having coffee and reading Sunday Newspaper in bed with me as we always did.

 

Do dogs have empathy? Do they know when I am happy or sad?  

Dear Love,

 
I miss you like the sun rise
...
Unhook me, look me not into dusk,
Ease my cuts, and release my lust,
Inhale my words, and breathe my wants,
Let the light marry my eyes,
And let the same inherit the skies.
I miss you like the sun rise.

by Arian Foster

Peacefull as a Yard Keeper

The Gardener 85 

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

Rabindranath Tagore.

That Love Will Be More Than A Thousand Years...

 

A Thousand Years

Heartbeats fast

Colours and promises

How to be brave

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more


And all along I believed that I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more...

[ Christina Perri ]

Frank's message...

Yesterday
I was

Again
Alone...
I have a day and a night struggle with depression even though. I try to shake it off... so I cried still fall asleep...
This morning, I woke up and Frank sent me a message. Just was in the right time when I really needed to know that I was not alone indeed :

"I hope you are well. Know that someone out there sends you their love and good thoughts"
Thanks Frank.

The Color White and I want It. So Badly...

For some reason, this week I am long for Color of White...  I don't know why...
I find myself have a desire for white clothing or white in my surroundings.

Perhaps, June is unexpectedly stressful of unknown  at work.
That I'm still mourning.
That I'm moving in a new direction of my life - the completion of a cycle in my life.
That I'm going strong, improving in my own business.
That I'm seeking for a totally my new page of better work.
That I'm  planning an overseas trip soon.
That I'm seeking a new relationship.
But I'm also feeling a bit of isolation and emptiness....

China Town Market Place at City Square - Dillingham - Kalihi

Something different for me to do during my break...

We had to go DMV for cars re-tittle. Tim told me about the market and we went in. 

It's mini version of the Chinatown marketplace down town of Honolulu. 

It has all standard Asian vegetables, fresh sea food or meats available. A couple of vendors also sell grocery items like sauces, crackers, etc. 

I'm glad that I went!

Yellow is definitely my happy color

I hope you all have a WONDERFUL weekend!!!!

It's Sunday morning, soon I will be off again for work. I can't believe it that I worked for the whole weekend. We are working on my 100 old tree. I hope finishing up by early afternoon.

Next week will be a week of catching up with the Lee's  family - something I am looking forward to so much. I seriously have to and want to.

I thought about yellow a lot this week. I was so lucky enough still have time to get me some yellow roses.

How could my spirit not be lifted when I'm encompassed about by a field of yellow and flowers? So I came up with a my favor yellow blazer. 

Having to run an endless race without training for it.

Been 9 months I'm in the widowed of AN ENDLESS RACE RUN.
Every decision, every turn, every corner, every dilemma or problem or obstacle – these are all things I must face alone now. Without my other half to give his take on the situation. Without his help. I run alone...

People stopped handing me water and orange wedges long ago. For them, the race was over awhile back. For me, it’s always there. Life is exhausting when you are living it without training and your teammate.
When you run a race, you always know ahead of time when you will be finished. Whatever it is, there is an ending in sight.
There isn't one and never will be.
My run for this race won't have the finish line since there will be another START...

Papa's stories... Every Day is Father's Day.

From Seattle Scott text me 4 am early morning :
" I just woke up :-) "

" Good morning still ? " I text back at 7:15 am Hawaii time.

" :-) "

" I'm counting... to get up " I was still in bed.

" Without supervision? " He said.

" Hahaha... "

" Gosh, It's Father's Day. I miss my Dad and you at the same time... Who should I miss more? " I was teasing with Scott.

" I'm thinking your Dad. You've know him a lot longer :-) " He answered.

" Lol, I just got off Face Time with my Dad. My Mom kept jump into our conversations... I had to tell my Mom It's for Dad's Day. Of course, I do love and miss him more... " I text him back half hour later.

" Hahaha... " Scott laughed. 

Since the Viet Nam War 1975 ended, my little family had been far- reaching effect and tremendous the loss of what we had built, our pride and destroyed my family life. Specially it left us and many others massive hurt, painful memories, bitter and deep psychological problems... It took us 20 years regained what been lost, but at enormous cost and with huge destruction and loss of life.

My Dad had lost everything... His hopes and dreams was shattered, his innocence stolen... He resign himself in silence many years after the Reeducation camp by Viet Cong.

Eventually, my father regained the strength to find work, though he was precluded from physical labor in the US. Because being an immigrant plus Veteran was extremely challenging for him to find employment. Most of the job offers he received paid less than what he needed to provide for our family. He had made his life and our family reborn again.

Once morning, I remembered Scott tied his shoes by the elevator while we were waiting for seconds arrived... That few seconds also reminded me of my Dad when He taught me how to tie my shoes. I was five years old. I'm still not perfect at how to make a knot or a bow for my shoes today. Scott was quick and perfect than me.

I am forever grateful to my dad for his unconditional love and for being the best parent he could be, even during the toughest times in our lives. His endless sacrifices and commitment to putting us first have not gone unnoticed. He has kept his promise ever since.

I love and miss him everyday...

Just keep working like Every day is an investment

It's Saturday.

Like the clockwork... 

I woke up early in the morning like usual zombie walked to the kitchen to make coffee then I told myself : What are you doing? No, you don't have to get up so early on Saturday since there won't be much going on today. The staff are home and the office is close...

That's right! I really don't have to work if I don't want to. In a nutshell, I've been very lucky this way since 10 years ago... Not many folk can have that. Gratefully, I do love to work since I find my hobbies happen to become my work... Another lucky point. Plus I will not stay still too long, not doing anything then I get bored. Boredom terrifies me.

Sometime really there were a lot going on... Sometime was not much work at all. I don't know about you but I do find always a streaming things to do. Of course, I would have hours in silence " like an insect waits " and wait for new ideas or in quiet finding the solution to solve problems... Like most Asian, I work hard to strive for one day to enjoy life with family and my special one. There were really no typical time, work hours, work days or even weekend for me.

Picasso, the greatest artist of the 20th century, he didn't sit around on his rear end all day, waiting for the muse to arrive. Nope, he just got to his his studio every morning, and cranked it out, stopping only to eat and maybe the occasional roll in the hay with his many women... And he did this for decades. He was a machine!

The main company I have been worked for probably they thought I'm lucky to have this job. No, I think opposite they're lucky to have me! Honestly, they are growing stable and strongly successfully since last 3 years that had my big impute. Rome wasn't build for one day. Every day, I invest a little bit of myself into work. 99 projects that I've been working on, reporting to, making decision to invest only a few were worth it?? Yes.

I just keep working since I know everyday is an investment to be set.

I Awake Dance with The Core...

An Exclusive Friday night

Sunset over Kahala side....

Roses for me...

Strawberry Long Island Tea that Tim made. Yummy... I will be drunk soon...

Vegetarian simply dinner.
And a dance with The Core...